Bab 111: 111 – How are You Feeling today?

And I pushed the table away.

There's a fucking mouth on the surface of that fucking thing.

"Hey, Ethan." That mouth the size of a human head spoke. "How are you feeling today?"

I approached the table again with a frown. Is this a hallucination? But why do I feel this is so real?

Am I having an effect from the giganpoppy? If that's true, then I should be prepared. I must think of a way out of this madness and get that plant extract.

"Hey, Ethan. How are you feeling today?" The table spoke again, and I just realized that thing's voice was identical to mine. "Hey, Ethan. How are you feeling today?"

Then, I heard a trumpet blowing behind me. As soon as I turned my body, I found a man walking with wide steps.

He keeps blowing his trumpet, and I'm somewhat familiar with his appearance. Apart from wearing the red and black jersey of my favorite club, his facial and body parts are a combination of those of various soccer players I adore.