Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 90 - . Grandma

I chuckled.

I knew the dragon would put on a fight.

She had really been down here.

Besides being amused, I also felt the air thinning. It was difficult to breathe, and I felt trapped, unsure of what.

A new seizure was knocking on the door, and I gripped the walking stick, looking around this space, and trying to calm down.

Only a few trees were here; other buildings enclosed this space. The ground should be a few meters above us, just that here was a big hole that so that the sky was visible and that the light was usable for me.

I walked around the space but did not see my grandma, not even a hair of her.

Back to the monster, dear, I started to hyperventilate.

She shouldn't have been far from the deer if her walking stick had killed it. And it definitely had because she managed to hit his weak point; she stabbed deeply into its right eye.

So why was she not here? There were a few possibilities, and I stretched my hand out to touch the deer, which had long gone cold already.

I flipped the coin. Gold, back of my hand. Correct past of the monster deer. Eyes and ears uncovered.

The deer comes back to consciousness, heavily injured. It shakes his head and stands up. Around it, everything is destroyed and foreign. Then it spots an old lady who is choking on her blood.

It gallops to her unsteadily, bending down and ready to grab her with its snout, when the woman stabs it with her walking stick in a final attempt to survive before spurting out blood.

The monster deer reels, its hind legs give away, and it tries to stabilize itself, before making another step and landing on the old woman. Breathing its last breath.

When I came back, I wiped tears off my face.

I grabbed the hind legs and pulled on them to move it away.

Even if I put all my strength into it, it didn't move an inch.

I breathed a labored breath and suppressed the cries stuck in my throat, trying to shallow the pain.

I conjured up the rope again and bound it around the neck of the deer. With the rope, I managed to maneuver the deer a bit, and it fell to the side.

If I got closer, there she would be—fuck. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, and as my heart somersaulted in my chest.

I took a few steps toward her, and forced myself to see what I tried to deny.

What I found was neither my ancient grandma nor was it a decaying body. Instead, there lay a woman with white hair, about sixty or so years old. Her eyes were closed, as if dead.

"What?" I recognized her features—younger, much younger. This was my grandma, only younger by twenty or thirty years.

I bent down and grabbed her hands to pull her out from under the monster. When she was extracted from beneath it, I felt for a pulse with trembling hands.

...

Thump...

.....Thump

Thump.....Thump.....Thump

There was no way I could comprehend what was before me; it was simply impossible. I flipped the coin and looked into her past, seeing her standing by as her model guys dug out my grandpa's bones. With a smile, she announced that she would beat her grandson to death with the newly acquired weapon.

When I came back, I had my proof—it was really her. In the vision, where she stabbed the deer, she was the over-ninety-year-old mummy, but she managed to get younger.

Most importantly, she managed to survive.

A thought entered my mind, and I flipped the coin again.

Palm, Gold, Incorrect past of my grandma.

A deer gallops to an old woman unsteadily, bending down and ready to grab her with its snout, when the woman stabs it with her walking stick in a final attempt to survive before spurting out blood.

The monster deer reels, its hind legs give away, and it tries to stabilize itself, before making another step and landing on the old woman. Breathing its last breath.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

"Hahahhahahaa."

Are you kidding me?

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This old hag had managed to stab her own counterpart? What dumb shit luck was this?

This was what happened when killing one's counterpart? You get yourself younger? Is it vitality that you absorb from your other self?

Doesn't matter.

Crouching down, I lightly slapped her cheek.

"Wake up, old hag."

She didn't move. Her body temperature was on the lower side, as if she were hibernating.

"Grandma. Wake up." I again patted her face.

No reaction.

When I looked around, I found that we could manage to climb up the surrounding brick walls that would get us to the ground level. But not with a dead weight, not with an unconscious person.

I grabbed her hands and put her on my shoulder. Her somehow bigger breasts came into contact with my back, and I shuddered in disgust.

"If you were the old mummy, I could carry you easily." She had also grown a bit. It seemed she had shrunk with her age, and now she got herself her initial height back.

I dragged her to the window, where I noticed that there was no way I could get her inside. Damn it.

Putting her on the black grass again cautiously, I was unsure of how to proceed.

I climbed back inside the building and searched for the kitchen, where I luckily found enough water bottles. I pocketed them and came back to the sleeping dragon.

After drinking two bottles, I splashed her face with water, putting attention into not suffocating her.

I held her wrist and felt for her heartbeat; it was really there, not just some wishful thinking.

Well, Henry had to wait; there was no way I would leave the old mummy behind.

I felt tired as hell and leaned against the tree. I flipped the coin in my mind, but the woman on it never changed. I tried to flip the coin on my grandma, but it never turned black.

Amidst the flipping, I succumbed to sleep.

Only to be woken up by someone hitting me.