Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 397; Eugine Lawrence Junior

Henry’s POV

My body was acidified and traveled to the coordinates, to the anchor point that the name presented, before the foreign power put me together again, including everything I had on me.

I turned up inside a dark room; others were present as well.

A big bed had a person lying on it, with two guys left and right of it.

Both of them, dressed like security, drew their guns and fired at me.

The bullets disappeared into the slight shadowy sheen I kept around my body for cases like these.

Kenny getting bitten directly after teleporting left a lasting impression on me, so I wouldn’t risk a similar outcome, and it’s good that I didn’t.

I chuckled and acidified the camera on the ceiling along with the two men who were still firing, one of them raising his other hand to probably notify others of my arrival.

But he didn’t get the chance.

Now that everything was turning a bit more relaxed, I took another look at the unconscious person in the bed.

Unsure if I was in the wrong room, I again chanted his name and let the acid spread through my veins, only to appear closer to the bed.

I grinned.

I wouldn’t be sure if it was the man I had seen while hiding in the tree with Kenny inside that parallel world if I hadn’t tested it.

This man was one of the two people groveling in front of the rich and powerful politicians he had invited to slash their own counterparts to gain youth and power.

Yet, he had become younger himself by ten to twenty years, looking to be in his mid-forties.

It seemed that the Lawrence family not only offered the prophets’ services for others but also used them for themselves; yet that man was still old when Kenny and I stole the kid, so he should have managed to kill a counterpart another way without getting a Bone-Counterpart pointed out.

Or, bad news, he had merged with one.

I walked to the bed and took a look at the machines he was wired to before I lifted the blanket covering him.

A catheter and two broken legs in casts.

This man had been gravely injured after merging with or killing his counterpart, and curiously, his new power didn’t help him repair his body.

When Kenny merged with his crystalline counterpart, the gained power flowed into the stabilization of his psyche; I, however, gained a shield to protect him.

Maybe we unintentionally influenced the area that would be strengthened.

Maybe this guy wasn’t so much interested in healing himself and strengthening his body but in something else, and perhaps he had grown more powerful in this unknown area.

These are all just theories, but I am sure of one thing: this person is a clear danger factor.

I kneeled with one leg on the bed to reach his hand, and with a short squeeze, I crushed his wrist.

I expected him to wake up from the pain, but his body just jolted slightly, and his heartbeat accelerated.

This guy was dead to the world.

I stood up again and looked at the medical machines that stood orderly against the walls, under them a defibrillator on top of a roll container.

I rummaged through the drawers and found quite a few one-way injections and adrenaline ampoules.

Perfect.

I unpackaged the injection needle and drew the adrenaline from the ampoule before tapping against the injection needle.

Then I walked to the bed and injected the adrenaline into the infusion tube slowly but surely.

I watched as his heart accelerated more and more until the man snapped his eyes open.

Stopping the injection, I looked at the individual who was looking around in panic, grabbing his chest with both of his hands, even with his crushed wrist.

"The prophet. How did this kid come to be?" I plopped myself on the mattress beside the man with light blonde hair and steel blue eyes.

He retched a few times instead of answering, so I grabbed the tubes in his mouth and pulled them out and whisked them away over my shoulder.

I could hear footsteps in the corridor while Eugene choked and coughed, never letting go of his heart.

I put a milky crystalline shield in front of the door so the newcomers ripping the door open could neither enter nor see inside.

Eugene’s eyes went to the shield, then to the commotion forming in the corridor, but he didn’t do more than retch and cough.

I got a bit impatient and drew my gun to point it at him.

"The prophet," I reminded.

"...Who are you?" He croaked hoarsely, nearly having no voice left from the tubes.

I pressed the pistol against his crotch, his eyes more horrified than before when he saw the shield.

"The prophet. How did that kid come to exist?" I repeated.

The heart monitor started shrilling as his heart raced faster and faster, while the people in the corridor yelled for reinforcement.

I sighed and raised the gun to fire at his shoulder.

The silencer was truly silent, and after shooting the man, who managed to scream with the little voice he had, I looked at the silencer in appreciation.

Just like Kenny had with his arrow gun—which was absolutely adorable, by the way.

"I don’t have time for this. Answer, and maybe you will live." I lied.

I looked from the silencer back to the bleeding man.

"The prophet. You stole blood to make the kid. Whose blood did you take?" I asked as if I didn’t already know.

"...The son...of an old acquaintance." He finally started talking while trying to take deep breaths.

"You took that kid’s blood, and then what?" I urged him while waving my gun around, clearly making him nervous.

"It wasn’t me... He took the blood and transferred it to his wife."

"To the mother of the prophet?"

He nodded slightly before groaning in pain.

"Let them in... I am dying... please."

"But the woman was pregnant?" I asked.

He nodded again.

I thought of what Danny had said and was surprised; he was right.

"Give me the name of who did it and the reason why he did it."

Eugene on the bed smiled amidst the shrilling heart monitor and the gunshots sounding in the corridor in an attempt to break the shield.

He ignored my first question entirely, only answering the second.

"Money," he whispered before his eyes fell shut and a horizontal line appeared on the monitor.

If the prophet was Dr. Lawrence’s niece/nephew, then it was clear that the person giving the blood to his wife was none other than Eugene Junior’s son, son-in-law, or nephew.

This was a question for Omar, who surely knew how many uncles and aunts he had and what their names were.

Or for Dr. Lawrence...but I didn’t want to seek her out for now.

My shield was unbreakable for these puny people outside, but I felt someone striking it with more momentum than the bullets had caused, probably someone who had upgraded.

The whole house was chaos, so it was time to go.

I acidified Eugene Lawrence Junior before I looked out the window at a tree on the other side of the big beautiful garden with a few fountains and a vast variety of flowers in it.

No sign of apocalypse in this mansion.

I teleported to the tree and sat on a branch, watching the lit-up house, as well as people with weapons running across the mansion and around the garden.

Then there were quite a few people in pajamas that seemed in the midst of getting evacuated into the garden.

I let the shield inside Eugene’s room disappear while watching the chaos with satisfaction.

That was until I spotted something peculiar.

Everyone outside was in groups, with people protecting them and maids and attendants, with the exception of one woman who sat under a tree not far away from me.

She was holding a tightly wrapped bundle in her arms as she sat on the ground, dirtying her white nightgown.

Her long brown hair messily hung over her face, and she slightly rocked the bundle in her arms.

Her state was in such stark contrast to the rest of the panicking people, who were guarded like they were made of gold.

I teleported to the tree she leaned against to take a look at what she held in her arms, getting a feeling that Kenny would describe as ’really bad’.

I hoped for at least a doll in her arms if not a real baby, but instead, I looked at worms squirming and twirling but still not losing their form, which was that of a little toddler bundled up in clothing and cared for like a real child.

"..." I was relieved that Kenny was not here because he would be grossed out to death and gain more material for his paranoia.

Well, I hadn’t even finished the thought when he really materialized on the branch I stood on.

I had raised my hand, ready to acidify the presence appearing beside me, when I recognized him by his scent and posture...and the clown mask on his face.

The brownish-red eyes behind the mask were squinted in anger as he provocatively held the note that I left him in front of my face.

He looked as if he wanted me to give an explanation right here, right now.

I chuckled silently and let the shadowy energy disappear to grasp his waist and pull him to myself.

When I was holding him securely, I snatched the note from his hand, ready to pacify him to calm my master’s anger. But only after taking one last look at it to make sure I hadn’t written anything that warranted his fury.

’If you wake up, don’t worry! Your doggy is on a walk by himself. Be good and don’t teleport to me; it could be dangerous for you—not for me though ^^, so don’t worry! Be good, and I will reward you handsomely with you know what~ I will be back soon; don’t miss me too much, and just sleep <3 <3 <3 <3 <3.’

Mhm~ I don’t see a problem with the note.