Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 82 - . Open Space

Back of my hand, gold, actual past of the orb, eyes and ears uncovered. It surprisingly worked on something that seemed not to be living.

In the vision, I only saw the orb's past, which was lying around in the trash.... Well, figured.

Palm, gold, incorrect past of the orb, eyes, ears, and heart uncovered.

A little kid stands in front of a big curtain. The little boy looks around unsurely as the curtain opens. An audience claps, and the boy bows before he goes to the piano on the stage.

He is so nervous that he nearly stumbles. When he sits down on the seat, he starts to play with trembling hands; nevertheless, the melody he creates is beautiful. He relaxes and tells himself that he will soon finish the play. The kid tries to keep his eyes on his fingers and not search for his proud mother in the audience. 

I came back and looked at the orb in my hand. These black orbs were no seeds; they were counterparts.

"Damn it." If this little boy's counterpart was a monster that had attacked me, I wouldn't hesitate. If the orb's counterpart had been some depraved adult, I would just destroy it.

But how could I crush this orb after seeing this?

Yet, the vision of the future showed that I, the chief, and my lawyer were exactly doing that. Could it be that the portal to a parallel world only closes when every human counterpart has died?

If it were like this, then wouldn't that mean the people in the little city had all died for the first portal to close?

No, if the other worlds really crashed into ours in a row, then maybe killing all the counterparts would kick the empty world out of the row, preventing it from appearing again.

These are good clues. Still, I won't harm the counterpart of some child, not until I know what killing one's counterpart actually does. I don't know if I killed Kenny2, so we still can't say what it does.

Regarding Henry's missing/dead counterpart in the Little City world, we are not certain if a natural death had any kind of influence on the counterpart of another world.

Regarding Henrietta and the death of her own counterpart...maybe it made her the strange villain she displayed herself as in the little city world?

Unknown, too risky—everything. I flipped the coin a few times, watching the boy, even younger, in just normal every-day occasions.

In the end, everyone was at one time a child, but that doesn't stop me from cutting off the dicks of depraved adults while simultaneously not killing the counterpart of a little boy. I put the orb back down.

Not knowing whether I should burry him again in the trash once more or place the orb on top. I resolved eventually to put him exactly where I found him.

If the future is unchangeable, I will be back again anyway.

Taking one last look around my surroundings, I walked back to climb up the sole natural hill. I needed to get back in the cave, as it was the only anomaly in this trash world and was most likely to lead out of here.

Conjuring up motorcycle gloves (although they were a pair, so two items, it only counted as one), the earth on this hill was too slippery to let me move up, so I hung on the sharp rocks at the side of this hill. These were not like the illuminating rocks from inside the cave; they were dark instead, just protruding out of the hill.

After I rose, my gloves in the middle of my journey disappearing and earning myself a few cuts, I walked inside the cave again.

There was only one path between the rocks, as if leading everyone walking on it to a specific somewhere; there was no risk of getting lost. The illuminating rocks would do good as a source of illumination, and I contemplated breaking one and taking it with me. But again, who knew what would come out of these rocks? Maybe what made them illuminate was poisonous, or some strange gas was set free.

Taking one rock with me was set aside for now.

I found the traces I had left in the sand by miraculously showing up the first time here. From here on, it was new land. Bracing myself, I conjured up my gun and the magazine, which I should have done before, but yeah.

Putting the magazine in my weapon, I walked along the illuminated path and noticed that the cave walls widened until I stood in a big open space.

There was a big tree, illuminated vessels along the thick roots. On its withered branches hung white flowers, reminding me of what the deer monsters ate from. It was a sight to behold.

On the go, I constantly conjured my gun and magazine up when they disappeared.

I didn't go near the tree but looked around the space, seeing something I had hoped to never see again.

A torso hill, the extremities of the bodies in shreds.

It weren't hundreds of torsos like before, but around fifty.

I retched involuntarily, besides there being absolutely no smell. Not only not like in the little city world, just... no smell at all.

I walked slowly to the torso hill, and looked at the corpses. I saw what was left of them— camouflage clothing, soldiers; everyone else wearing sports clothes for climbing; a few cut ropes still hanging on a couple of them.

So these were the people who had descended and never came back?

I searched the soldiers for guns but found that their pockets were already turned out and their gun belts empty.

Someone had already searched them.

Let's hope it was my dog and not one of the baldies.

I found no real gun, sadly, but I saw a bald head peeking from the side of the torso hill. Stepping closer, I found that he was really one of the baldies, his orange attire unmistakably telling where he came from.

But his corpse... it was smashed, full of bullets and in shreds; naturally, it should be the baldy that had thrown a soldier down, and was then shot. Yet, this was no more than a few hours ago. But this corpse seemed to have laid here for more than a few days.

There had to be a time difference here, just the same as in the other worlds. Either the trash world was separated from the cave, or we all landed at different times after crossing the portal separately.

Anyway. With my gun, I continued the path, every few steps stopping, and listening for any noise; additionally, I flipped the coin in my mind and had an eye on the woman on the coin, for any new creepy changes on her.

Soon I felt a breeze hitting my face, and after following it, I finally saw what was the end of the cave.

A dark, black forest.

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The moment I set foot outside and stepped on the black earth, I heard screams.