On The Other Side: I Quit Being Human

I initially felt a burning sensation in my hand like what happens when you got antibiotics entered your system through IV, but this unknown substance that the abomination in front of me is injecting into my body through my veins is different.

I don't know how he can still inject this weird substance by just touching my hand, but it burns like hell. If not for the fact that the black color of the substance is visible through my bulging veins, I would genuinely think there was lava in my veins.

While my body is being heated up, fried, and destroyed from the inside, I try my best to maintain my sanity. I can't think straight anymore, but my mind is doing its best to look for the way to cope with the pain.

Millonia has opened up my abdomen, stirred up the innards, and played with some of the organs while I am awake many times, but the pain I have received from those torturous moments is nothing compared to this one.

This pain I am currently enduring is on a whole new level; there is a certain point where our pain receptors just give up, and we won't feel any pain, but it doesn't happen to me now. In fact, the pain is getting more unbearable in each second.

'Adrenaline! Give some of the adrenaline!'

I have never done this since around a month and half, but now I am sincerely wishing for the adrenaline rush. I dearly wish those endorphins in my body to save me from this horrible pain I am feeling.

As I expected, and much to my misfortune, such a thing doesn't happen. Just like when I had my first injury in this world, I can feel all the pain clearly; even if I want to, my body just won't ignore it.

"This suffering is a small price to pay for what you will achieve in the future. Don't resist me, Layland. Accept me, and call my name!"

"F-F-F-FUCK YOU!"

"Ha-ha-ha!"

It is maddening to think that despite how hard I think, I can't find the way to cope with the pain, but my mind is still clear enough to register what the armored bastard is talking about. His laugh that is filled with amusement, particularly irks me the most.

My body is as rigid as a rock—I look like an electrocuted person. I try my best to take my hand off the bastard's grip but to no avail; I can't even move a single muscle consciously as my body is spasming intensely.

Before long luckily, I notice the pain is gradually becoming bearable until it eventually disappears like a lie.

My body has also stopped spasming, so my control over my muscle has completely returned. My heart is now also beating calmly, and I can open my eyes to look what is ahead of me.

"... What the fuck is this?"

"What are you looking at, bitch?"

By the time I open my eyes, I find myself back on Earth—to be exact back at my school in California. I don't know which day it is, but I am pretty sure it is one of the days when I get my ass kicked.

Gazing calmly at the three people standing in front of me, a particular person attracts my attention the most. He is my former tormentor, my most hated human, Mark Lane, the bastard who has worked together with that bitch Brianna to fool me.

"This pussy is really looking for a beating, isn't he?"

Mark smirks and kicks me in the face. The kick looks weak and slow compared to Millonia's, so I remain calm as I dodge it.

Bam!

"Eat that, bitch! Hahaha!"

I blink my eyes in surprise and bafflement as I find myself lying on the ground while cupping my cheek. Mark's kick has landed right on my cheek despite my attempt to dodge, flinging my head to the side and sending me to the ground.

I can't accept the fact that such a weak and slow kick has managed to hit and hurt me. I, Layland Kleinhaus, who has fought someone way stronger than the bastard, can't believe I have just lost to him.

This is maddening!

"Hoh? Look at this bitch's face. How scary!"

"Hahaha! You should be careful, Mark. He is about to beat your ass!"

"Pfft! What a joke."

While the three bastards are ridiculing me, I stand up and clean the dust off my clothes. I am frowning as I think about what has just happened, so I don't register much of their conversation.

My eyes widen when I think of the possibility that the two months I have spent in another world has just been me hallucinating. The stinging pain on my cheek also feels real, so there is a high possibility this is real.

"Nah, what am I even thinking about? Get yourself together, Layland. You are having your... What am I having again?" I frown as I can't remember what happened before I came here. "Shit, have I really been hallucinating for all this time?"

My heart starts to beat faster but not in excitement. I am beginning to be afraid that what I think is happening is really happening.

I am trying to remember what I have been up to before coming here and what I have been doing for the past two months in another world, but the memory is fading in each passing moment.

My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach as the more I recall it, the more I lose the memory. Like a dream I had the night before, I eventually can't recall any memory I have in another world not long after.

At this point, I am already sweating profusely. My eyes widen in terror, and my body trembles as I dread the fate that I am about to face.

"Oh, look at this bitch. He is scared to death!" Mark grabs my collar and glares at me intensely. "Where has your cockiness gone to, bitch? Are you pissing yourself now? I bet you are. Hahaha!"

Even though my mind is screaming at me to fight this bitch, my body can't move due to the terror overwhelming me. I don't want to feel pain anymore—I don't want to piss him off, so he won't beat me up.

'I have suffered enough—I don't want to suffer anymore. I want this to finish as soon as possible so I can go home and chill in my sofa. I don't want to see this bastard's face again. This will be the last time I come to school.'

As I close my eyes, waiting for the beating to come, I think about many cowardly things in my mind. I don't feel disgusted at the thoughts, but I don't feel they are right either.

"How about this? I'll let you off, so let me fuck your mom. She's hot, isn't she? I bet she is frustrated for all those years she has spent sleeping alone in her bedroom."

'What?' At Mark's words, I blink my eyes in confusion. 'My mother—Mark should have known that she is in prison. There is no way sh sleeps in her bedroom. This is...'

As I frown heavily at the thought, the memories that I thought had been wiped eternally off my brain returns.

I can recall the moments I have spent with Valeria and Millonia in another world again, and my courage slowly returns along with the disgust I have at myself for ho I have behaved earlier.

The moment I finally remember that I am actually undergoing my Awakening, I open my eyes then coldly glare at Mark.

"Hey, he's got his courage—"

"No one can talk shit about my mother, bitch!"

I latch onto Mark's body, and bite his nose. He tries his best to pry me off him, but that is the stupidest thing a stupid asshole like him can do.

"Ack!"

Instead of prying me off, he helps me bite a chunk of his nose off.

"That is for having the thought of wanting to fuck my mom!"

"This fucker! Kill him!"

I jump down from Mark's body, and make a distance from the two people beside him. Luckily, they are still shocked of what happened, so they give me an enough time to do that.

I notice that my body feels heavier but smaller than my real body; that means, I am in my previous body. I don't feel my muscles possess any strength, which means fighting these three people will be hard.

I don't mind that in the slightest however, since I can count on my experience of dealing with an opponent that is stronger than me. Furthermore, these guys are nothing but mere humans—they are nowhere near as powerful as Millonia.

"Alright, come to me, assholes. Let me show you what hell is!" I smirk.

Mark's two loyal cronies have finally dashed at me, and I merely stand in my position while fortifying my stance. When the first bastard arrives in front of me, I dodge his punch, then turn my body to the side to dodge the kick of the other guy.

Ignoring the two afterwards, I dash at Mark, the currently most vulnerable person of the group. I jump at him, then bite at his neck as it is the easiest way for the current me to kill him.

Spurt!

Right when I successfully tear his flesh off—as blood spurting out of his neck, my vision darkens once again.