On The Other Side: I Quit Being Human

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hmph! You can hide your glee if you don't want me to look at you like this."

"What are you talking about?"

Millonia tilts her head to the side in a seemingly genuine confusion, but I can plainly see the horrifying glint in her eyes. She doesn't even bother to hide it, and I am sure she does that because she just wants to piss me off.

"Anyway, let me—"

"Don't touch me!"

Millonia is now kneeling on the ground, trying to pick me up, but I quickly slap her hand away. She is a little bit flustered at my gesture, apparent by her quirked eyebrow and the 'Ookaay?' look she is giving me.

I honestly am a little bit surprised at myself too; I didn't think I would be able to act that confrontational toward someone I don't like. As the word goes however, "People change," so I don't think too much of it, and move on.

"Well, you hate me, don't you?"

"A little bit late to figure it out, isn't it, bitch?"

"Woah. Relax, future Demon King—I am really trying to help you here."

Millonia puts her hands up while smiling wrily. I don't want to believe any of her word, but her face and eyes are saying that she really doesn't intend to mess around, so I decided to let her touch me in the end.

She is quick in doing her job—I mean, really quick—she has already has me in her arms in just a few seconds. Of course, being quick doesn't always mean a good thing; she ended up worsening the condition of my punctured lung.

"Motherfu—Millonia! It hurts like hell! Why did you have to do that?!"

"Oops, sorry. I forgot you are a wussy."

"Wussy? Expressing pain is something everyone does, bitch!"

"Well, I don't."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't include you in 'everyone.'"

Millonia just shrugs and starts moving. I expected her to shake my body as much as she can, but she turns out to be considerate enough to keep my body still.

'But damn, I can't help feeling that something is wrong.' Realization dawns upon me late, but the moment I realized that I am being princess-carried by Millonia, I try to act as unconcerned as I can.

I have said many times to myself, to the world, to the void, and pretty much everyone that I have no manly pride to maintain, but I can't still just not feel embarrassed by the way Millonia is carrying me.

Beside the fact that I am already as tall as her due to the food I have eaten since two nights before, I look manlier than I have ever been in my life. I can't help but be embarrassed—it's a natural reaction.

'Even a woman would also be embarrassed in my position ... Though, for a different reason.'

These silly thoughts I am having are actually my coping mechanism. The swat of the creepy ass tiger was awesome in a way; the pain it inflicted upon me lasts forever. I can't help having these thoughts to distract me from the pain.

"You know, I know a way to stop your pain."

"Oh, that would be good. Is it a Healing Magic or something?"

"It's not as complicated as that."

"Not as complicated...?" By this point, I already realized that something is not going the exact way I pictured it to be, but I still decided to ask. "What is less complicated than casting a Recovery Spell?"

"Killing you."

"..."

I am not someone who tells a kettle that it is black—stating something that is obvious—but I feel a strong urge to tell Millonia she is crazy just so she can carve it eternally on her brain.

She is technically correct—by killing me, she can end my pain—but I have been trying my best to not get killed for the past hour. What kind of an idiot would I be, if I just accepted her nonsensical offer?

"I had the thought to not hate you, but now it is gone. You'll forever be a bitch for me."

"Your bitch? Ooh... That's kind of kinky."

"Don't wink at me, bitch."

I grunt in annoyance at the coy look Millonia is giving me, before closing my eyes to lessen the pain I am already enduring—her face is irritating enough to worsen the pain. Millonia doesn't initiate any conversation anymore after that.

Of course, she doesn't mean to stay silent; there is only a few minutes of silence until Millonia starts speaking again. The lunatic woman even shakes my body harshly before she opens her mouth.

"Wake up, sleepyhead! It's not the time to sleep!"

"Fuck, that hurts, bitch! Couldn't you see I wasn't sleeping?"

"I honestly thought you were dead."

Millonia gives me a light shrug, then drops me to the ground even before I manage to retort. Adrenaline rush makes the world seem slow—I don't know why it only comes now, but I am glad it comes now.

Maybe, it is one of the benefits of eating two Mana rich dinners instead of adrenaline rush, but either way the situation I am currently in makes me feel like I am in that movie, Vector, where everything seems to slow down.

Taking fully of the opportunity, I think of the less painful position I should adopt when my body touches the ground ... I found none. Landing on my feet is impossible, landing on my head will break my neck, and landing on my side will hurt my broken ribs.

I can already see the ground is already just a few inches from me, but luckily my brilliant mind has thought of a way before any part of my body touches the ground.

'Holy shit! There is still my butt! I will land on my butt!'

I bring my knees closer to my stomach, and assume a sitting position as quick as I can in the air. I did it before my butt touches the ground, and I am very pleased with my wit.

Shluk!

"Kuhak! ... Fucking bitch!"

It is much to my absolute indignation that, instead landing on my butt, I land on my back. The reason for this outcome is Millonia: she stabbed me right in the chest, and now is pinning me down with her accursed sword.

"Huuh... You should stay down a little bit, Layland. Don't be stubborn and just die—I mean, just Reset. That's the fastest way to heal your injury."

Not only does she not show any remorse or anything, she dares to look at me in exasperation as if she has done something bothersome.

"I will kill you!"

"Yeah, yeah. You are welcome."

"I will definitely kill you!"

"..."

Millonia just looks at me weirdly as if I am some sort of a conspiracy theorist who has lost mind, and I ironically can't blame her. Ten out of ten, I would also do the same thing if I was in her position.

Anyway, I keep yelling murder at her until I lose my consciousness. The fun part about it is the fact that I am not really sure I was saying my intention to kill her in the latter part.

If my mouth doesn't fail me, I must have shouted some pretty creative insults that managed to irk her. Why am I sure about it? It's simple—her reaction when I wake up.

Bam!

"Kuhak!" I have just received a kick to the chest. "Attacking someone who is not up yet is dirty, bitch!"

"Hah! Keep whining, pup! The world doesn't care about what you feel."

Instead of responding her, I make sure to check whether I have another broken bone in my chest. I heave a sigh of relief, when I find I don't have any—it still stings though.

I stand up from the ground, then take a look around me. My mind was too preoccupied with the thought of killing the lunatic bitch before I died, so I don't actually know where I am ... Actually, I am just looking for Valeria—I know I am at the Training Field.

"Hey! Are you going to fight me without giving me any weapon?" I shout at no one in particular, hoping Valeria can somehow hear me.

"So what? Gonna cry?" Millonia brandishes her sword to the side, then looks at me tauntingly.

I am a smart man, so I know to always ignore a crazy bitch. "Valeria, give me some weapon so I can disfigure this bitch!"

Flash!

Out of nowhere, a pair of black daggers similar to the one that I used to stab the weird ass tiger's eye are planted on the ground beside me. Though I am still mad at Valeria, I make sure to thank her the moment I pick the daggers up.

'My thought on you is ambivalent, Valeria. But for now, I will say I don't hate you.'

With heart beating in a strange excitement, I stare at Millonia. I wield the two daggers in reverse grip as I think of the move I should execute—the move that belongs to the game characters I played.

Kicking the ground enthusiastically the moment I have decided the move, my dagger clashes with Millonia's sword in the next moment.

Clank!

I managed to nick her cheek with one of my daggers.

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Here is how Millonia looks.