Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 199. |__O-(—(

Sitting sideways on my good leg, I had spread Snapshot-Henry’s legs apart and was in the midst of pulling his pants down when I got dizzy.

As if the power of his blood, which I had devoured, was only now digested, I fell back with yet another seizure, but this time I was sobered up quite a bit.

When the shaking and trembling lessened, I sat up and moved my head left and right, closing my eyes and listening to the sounds my body made, feeling the surging power Henry’s blood brought with it.

I emptied my mind, letting go of the voices that led to strange places and barring every route inside my mind that would bring me to only more horrific thoughts.

I put Snapshot-Henry away without looking at him before glancing at the coin.

’I was in the war~’

’You were in the war~’

No matter which direction I moved, the hands of the Hangman followed up, always pointing in the same direction, still upwards.

I looked at the flesh ceiling above me.

Now it was time to get to work.

I pulled myself across the flesh floor until I was exactly under the spot I needed to reach.

Then I conjured up a leader, and when I was sure that it would stay in place despite the wind, despite everything here being wet and slimy, I pulled myself up.

Using my good leg, I didn’t give myself the chance to discover how bad my other one was, ignoring the pain, the numbness, and the absence of any feeling.

When I was on top of the ladder, I took out the military knife and stabbed it into the flesh ceiling.

The pulsing point on the hangman was now eerily close to the goal point.

I cut a door into the flesh and peeled it away. There was a bit of blood, but not much. I discovered the white bone beneath.

Ramming my knife into the bone, not much happened.

After getting a hammer and using it with all my strength, I saw that there were a few cracks, but in the end, I just punched my way through it.

My fingers broke, but I got through it, looking into an ’empty’ cave.

’I was on my knees~’

’You were on your knees~’

I didn’t even try to identify where I was, just looked at the lines, the hangman’s arms, observing their movement.

I am not myself; I am just a tool to do the job.

After the tool is used, it will be able to rest.

That was all I could do, extricating myself away from my identity to avoid losing it.

A tool doesn’t feel pain, doesn’t go crazy, and doesn’t suffer.

So, I am a tool, and this tool pulled itself into the cave before the ladder disappeared.

The hangman’s hands still pointed UP.

Here, the walls were thinner, the flesh not as thick, so it was better for climbing; the knife would go inside and penetrate the bone perfectly. Yet I needed my hands, so it was the ladder again.

I positioned it while sitting, which wasn’t an easy feat, as difficult as before.

But I could see something on top of the flesh wall, something like a bulge, with two additional bulges on the left and right.

And this big bulge was what the stick arms of the hangman pointed to.

This was a goal, a goal that was close to me, which I could actually see with my own eyes.

The pulsing point overlapped the goal point when I was up the ladder.

I again held myself in place with my good leg, cutting into the thin flesh and finding white bone beneath.

I stabbed, hammered, and punched again, but this thing was not as easily broken as the bone from before.

It didn’t move a bit, and when the ladder disappeared, I fell onto the ground of the cave, luckily not through the hole in the ground.

"Ngghhhh," I groaned, my injured leg nearly killing me.

I got the ladder out again and pulled myself up. Again I stabbed and hammered against the bone wall, this time keeping an eye on the time.

Before the two minutes were up, I put the knife away, giving myself the chance to use the ladder for the whole ten minutes. I even got myself the hammer from prison, but because I didn’t have much space to stand, and the hammer was so big, it didn’t do the trick—it would have been another matter if I had been hammering the ground.

Eventually, I pulled my gun out and shot at the bonewall. It helped. Little bullets made little holes inside the bone, and when I fell to the ground after I had forgotten to look at the time, I fired while lying on the flesh ground.

First, randomly, with two guns in each of my hands, and then I tried to outline the whole bulge.

I fired approximately two hundred bullets when I felt it would be enough.

I put the guns away, conjured up the ladder, and pulled myself up again.

This time, punching was enough, and the bone wall crumbled down.

Now I was looking at something white, and God, I hoped it was the brain.

At the left and right ends, where the two additional bulges were, something red shone through the white thing, and curiously, the arms of the hangman did not point in the same direction anymore; instead, they both pointed at each of the two red things.

You are the boss.

I jumped down from the ladder, landing on my good leg, before conjuring the ladder up again.

Then I positioned it to the left outer bulge instead of the middle. Again getting up, I punched through the remaining bone pieces so that I had enough room to work.

I pushed my fist through the white thing and peeled it away. Apparently, this wasn’t the brain; instead, it was some membrane.

But behind it was something red, something pulsing red.

A bloodthirsty smile crept across my face. That looks important.

Damn important.

’I am going to kill a stranger~’

’So don’t you be a stranger~’

I conjured up my military knife, not caring anymore if I died, as long as this thing would die with me.

I jumped with my one good leg up before teleporting further up to the actual flesh ceiling. I rammed my knife inside the red thing and stabbed, cutting through whatever it was beautifully, like slicing into butter.

The gravity did the rest, as I fell from my teleported point, making the slice I had made longer and deeper until I just fell on the ground. But with me, there came blood, a whole lot of blood.

’Just give me this one night~’

’Just one night to feel~’

I knew it; the thing I cut open was important.

Blood flooded from the top of the wall, pressing through it and soon filling the cave. There was so much, and it pushed through the little hole I had come in through. But that was not enough to stop the fluid from filling the cave.

Maybe I am really drowning here, but look how beautiful this red color is.

I gathered blood in my hands and brought it to my mouth, gulping it down.

Tasty; it tastes like a fucking victory.

’Like I might be~’

My body was raised together with the ’water’ level inside the cave. When I could reach the ceiling on my own, just by waiting until my body was high enough, I swam and dove to the other side, to the other red, the other very important thing.

Taking a look at the coin in my mind, I nearly opened my mouth ’underwater’ to laugh, seeing that the hangman’s left eye, which had been a dot, had turned into an ’x’, foretelling the giant’s near death.

When I pushed through the surface, there was only a little air bubble left for me to breathe, only four centimeters until the cave would be filled entirely.

’On the right path~’

I conjured up my knife again, stabbing into the right red outer bulge as deep and as far as I could.

More blood flooded the cave, and I was drowned in it.

’The path that takes me home~’

The other eye on the hangman had turned into an ’x’ as well, and seeing that, I closed my eyes inside the sea of blood.

Smiling, I told myself that it was over.

That it was okay to rest now.

’Wise enough to know myself~’

’Just give me this one night, this one night to feel~’

’Like I might be~"

’On the right path~’

’The path that takes me home~’