Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 254: When did I agree to keep him alive?

Once the aircraft landed, Cyra sensed a heartbeat spread out across the other side of the island, and her eyes turned cold.

“Wait for me in the mansion. I need to deal with some insects,” Cyra finishes with a chilling undertone before flashing into the forest.

Zane and Viktor exchanged glances and saw the unwillingness in each other’s eyes. “I’m not going back,” Zane announced and moved forward toward where Cyra had dashed off.

Viktor shrugged, “I wasn’t going to go back anyway, it’s been so long I’ve tortured someone...leave some people alive for me.” He muttered those words, walking beside Zane as they disappeared through the canopy of trees.

Meanwhile, Kyle was in a desperate situation; he tried to stand his ground against the two women, but he was helpless—his heart sank as one of the twins wrapped her arms around the other’s shoulders.

Although the action might seem normal, to Kyle, it was instinctive to warn if something dangerous was about to happen, and just as that feeling flickered through him, a sickening crack of bone echoed through the air.

Blue’s fur stood on end, and it instinctively entered a defensive mode. “Master, we need to leave. They’re dangerous,” Blue warned, its feline eyes wide with alarm.

“It’s too late,” Kyle muttered steadily as he gripped his daggers tightly. “We can only hold on long enough until Nicole comes.”

Kyle instantly realized he wasn’t going to win; he had already signaled to Nicole and planned to delay these twins from reaching the mansion.

The twins’ bodies merged strangely, transforming into a massive two-headed hound as black fur sprouted over them, making them blend seamlessly with the night—except for their yellow eyes, which glowed ominously with madness.

Goosebumps covered Kyle’s body; his heart pounded in his chest beneath the beast’s stare.

They growled with a guttural snarl, saliva dripping from their sharp fangs as they watched Kyle—the forest around them had gone eerily silent, the small creatures sensed danger and fled to other areas.

Kyle and Blue dashed forward. He swung his dagger toward their connecting necks. The two-headed hounds did nothing to dodge his attack, their eyes flickering with amusement as Kyle’s daggers broke in two upon contact.

A crisp clang echoed through the clearing, like inferior iron striking steel. Kyle stumbled back, but the hound was faster—its claws tore across him in a silver blur.

The force cut deeply into his skin and slammed him against the parked bike.

Blue was affected by the tearing pain but clenched its teeth and attacked the beasts, trying to buy Kyle some time.

Although its intentions were good, Blue couldn’t last even a second; they slapped Blue away with one swing of their claws. Blue shot into the air before crashing into a tree, its fur soaked with blood, a soft, pained meow escaped its lips as its eyes darkened.

Kyle glanced at his unconscious beast, and a flicker of relief lit up in his eyes, knowing Blue was still alive.

He stiffened and tried to dodge, but it was too late—a bolt of searing pain ripped through him as the hound’s claws sank into his chest.

“Cough...” Kyle choked, blood spilling from his lips as the claws tore free from his chest. Crimson streaked down his chin, his vision blurring before he slumped onto the bike like a broken doll.

The twins reverted to their human forms, their voices high as they argued over what remained of Kyle’s final moments.

“Why do you always kill our prey so quickly?!” The one in white pants snapped, pointing at her twin in fury. “I wanted to savor his flesh a bit longer—that was our agreement!”

“When did I agree to keep him alive? I said he would go stale! Or are you suffering from memory loss?” The other scoffed in response, her left palm dripping with Kyle’s blood.

Kyle watched them with a heart filled with reluctant calm—he had always known he would die someday in his line of work, and he was only sad that his wish of killing Cyra remained unfulfilled.

‘Haa...I wish I could see her one last time...’ These words drifted through his mind as his heart slowed, his body grew numb, but just as his eyes were about to close, he caught a streak of red hair brushing past him.

A sickening crunch of bone breaking and muffled, agonized screams drifted into his ears before he felt a warmth wrap around him.

“Dear Butler, I forbid your death. I haven’t had all my fun with you yet... You still owe me a kill.” Cyra let out a low, amused chuckle at her own absurd words before brushing his hair back and slicing open her wrist with a sharp flick of her fingernail.

Her blood dripped into his parted lips, flowing down his throat. Kyle was unresponsive for a moment before he stirred and instinctively gripped his wrist to his mouth as he took deep gulps.

Time went by, and Kyle’s wound gradually healed until there was no scar left, but his skin stayed pale under the moon’s glow.

Cyra’s wound closed, and she carried the unconscious Kyle back to the mansion, but not before glancing down at the twins—her gaze froze them in place, and their hearts tightened with a foreign emotion called fear.

“Take them back to the torture room,” Cyra commanded coldly as they vanished into the trees.

Nicole emerged from the shadows, grabbed the two women by their collars, and hurried toward the mansion—once the place Blue inhabited, it was now empty; it had reverted to the tattoo when Kyle was about to die.

The night breeze carried a hint of blood in the air, the moonlight shone through the leaves onto the corpses, messing with either their limbs or having their necks twisted unnaturally.

Their lifeless eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief over how they died. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Zane and Viktor felt helpless due to the absence of a living opponent to fight—they were already dead when they arrived.

“Sigh...let’s go back,” Viktor muttered with a helpless sigh, and turned toward the Mansion.

Zane looked at the bodies on the ground, then turned and walked away.

The town remained unaware of what had happened, some sleeping with their hands carelessly thrown on the bed, while others, the night owls, browsing their Nexus, watching live streams or videos— their peaceful, everyday actions sharply contrasted with the panicked, terrified Aristocrat families.

They received word of her arrival thanks to the drone broadcasting real-time footage of tonight’s operation.

They froze in shock at the brutal aftermath of her killing; the drone couldn’t even capture how she attacked, only showing the dead figures collapsing onto the ground. ‘They were in serious trouble.’ They all shared the same thoughts, though separated by cities and islands.

They all called back their men and immediately erased any evidence of their involvement in the attack. Unknown to them, Cyra had left some people alive to extract information.

The dark organization called an emergency meeting to decide who and how to inform the head about their failed assassination attempt on Cyra.

The conference room was so silent they could hear a pin drop; grim expressions marked their faces as disbelief, shock, and fear tightened their hearts.

“Who’s going to inform the head about this?” The question hung in the air like a building teetering, ready to crash down on them.