Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 256: I hate my life

Kyle climbed up to Cyra, his throat gulping deeply as he feasted on her blood—the taste was more than the finest wine he had ever drunk, addictive.

Cyra recovered from her shock to find Kyle’s body pressed against hers, his tongue licking the drop of blood that tried to escape down her collarbone.

Her eyes darkened slightly from the sensation of his cold tongue sliding against her skin, but she returned to normal as she leaned comfortably into the chair.

A teasing smile curved her lips as she quietly recorded a video of Kyle losing control, planning to use it to mess with that uptight, serious expression he always wore.

“And here I thought you hated blood from your earlier hesitation.” Cyra’s words and chuckle snapped Kyle out of his daze.

His eyes widened in shock, and he scrambled out of her hold with a short scream escaping his lips, but his tongue unconsciously licked the blood from the corner of his lips.

A blush spread across his face at her teasing smile. “I lost control because of hunger and nothing else,” Kyle argued weakly, unwilling to admit it; he enjoyed the taste of her blood far too much.

Alright. I’ll give you two days to get used to your vampire abilities, and you can take blood bags from the ice cellar,” Cyra replied with a knowing smile as she rose to her feet and walked out of the room, but paused at the door.

Kyle straightened up and paid close attention to her, expecting her to say something important. However, her words made his face flush with shame.

“I have given you enough power to kill me now, don’t disappoint... and as a welcoming gift, I sent the video of your first feeding to you. Sleep well, Butler~” Cyra vanished her chuckle, floating in the air and striking Kyle’s heart like an invisible arrow.

“Ahhh! How could she!” Kyle shouted into the empty room, swinging his daggers at the door and wishing they had pierced Cyra instead.

He opened his hologram screen with a pounding heart, afraid to see his embarrassing actions but curious, and clicked play.

He watched with a blank expression. When the video ended, he moved woodenly to the bed and buried his face in the pillows, wishing for the world to end. That wasn’t me! I refuse to believe it!

....

Viktor put on black overalls and headed straight to the torture room, whistling happily.

Going deeper into the mansion, he approached a section of the wall and pressed his palms against it; it lit up, scanned his fingers, and the wall slid open, revealing stairs that led downward.

His whistle grew louder as he descended the stairs. Reaching the last iron door, he scanned his fingerprint, and the door opened to reveal people chained to the wall.

“Haa... the sound of my heart pounding with joy~” Viktor dramatically clasped a hand over his chest, nearly drooling at the captives filling the room.

They all looked at innocent-looking Viktor and felt relieved that it wasn’t the red-haired woman. But after spending some quality time with Viktor, they began to wish it had been Cyra doing the torturing — now, they only felt relieved. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The door behind Viktor closed, shielding whatever was happening on the other side from the faint-hearted. Minutes passed, and then a blood-curdling scream erupted from inside.

Nicole, who was dropping off the last intruder, felt her hair stand on end at the screams. Opening the door, she found Viktor humming, his hand dripping with blood as he slowly cut into the flesh of the screaming woman.

The other captives trembled as they shouted. They wanted to confess, but Viktor ignored them and kept doing what he was doing.

Nicole felt a flash of pity for them, but that was as far as her pity could go; no one asked them to attack the island. They could only blame the people who sent them.

She chained up the man she dragged in, but stopped short when she accidentally met the gaze of the twins, who seemed peculiarly invested in Viktor’s actions—fear and excitement flickered in their eyes as they watched. ‘psychopaths!’

She shook her head and hurried out of the room, unwilling to stay even a second longer.

...

Cyra had freshened up, her hair wrapped in a bath towel, as she entered the room.

Zane briefly looked up from the camera footage he was watching.

"Looking at the screen for too long will tire your eyes. Don’t worry, the island is safe, there are no intruders.” Cyra sighed and turned off the hologram, giving Zane a stern look to signal him to go to sleep.

“But—” Zane’s protest was cut off abruptly.

“There’s no but. Sleep, I’m here.” Cyra hushed him with a finger, then pulled the covers over him and turned off the light.

Zane reluctantly tore his gaze from his bracelet and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He tried to settle his worries and sleep, knowing Cyra wouldn’t let him out of this bed until the next day.

She noticed his steady heartbeat and rose from the bed. After drying her hair, she put on her nightwear and joined him, but instead of resting, she browsed through all the Aristocrat names and the cities they controlled on her hologram screen.

She noted down the resources each family branch possessed, the ones capable of taking over after she was done purging the current leading heads.

But the information on Nexus wasn’t comprehensive enough; she needed full details of their family’s inner structure, their business, and their resources.

“Kyle, investigate all these people for me. I need everything on them, including their illegitimate children.” She sent him a message and turned off her hologram screen, not concerned that she might be giving him extra work.

She pulled Zane closer and closed her eyes to rest, even though sleep wouldn’t come. She had a busy day ahead of her.

Four a.m. in the morning, Viktor finally left the torture room; his hologram screen was filled with names of aristocrats who had launched an attack on the island.

Ten cities and aristocrats were involved. The other two remaining cities, Yale and Crystal City, couldn’t attack because of the crises their cities faced at the moment—they were, in fact, fortunate.

“Yawn... I need a soak.” Viktor stretched as he sent the list to Cyra. Reaching his room, he entered his space and into the water while changing into his siren form.

“Haa....” A contented sigh escaped his lips as he floated lazily in the water. His tense shoulders relaxed, and his eyes closed in relaxation; from there, he fell asleep.

The island woke up slowly, but Kyle felt the morning sun was glaring and uncomfortable for no reason. Although he hated waking up early, he wasn’t this irritated or uncomfortable either.

Then the memory of Cyra always sleeping in and coming out only at night, and a tired groan escaped his lips. “I hate my life.”

He tossed and turned, trying to wake his body, but he became sluggish and tired as the sun rose high in the sky.