Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 113 - 113

"Okay, let's dig them out." Leaders' words were an agreement to them keeping it for themselves, they cheered and opened their bags to pick up tools to work.

It made sense now why the employer had asked them to bring digging tools. At the time, it seemed like a strange request, but now they were grateful.

The woman who brought out her tools faster went to the wall and raised her tools to dig out. But she paused, making those who were vexed by her fast actions frown.

"Ohie Vera....scared to dig?" They laughed at her, then her head slid down her shoulders, and blood sputtered out, staining the wall with red.

The laughter ceased, and everyone immediately grabbed their weapons and began looking around. They were shocked when they saw a beautiful woman with golden flowing hair standing in front of them with blood-stained long fingernails.

"You dared enter my territory... For that, you shall all die." Cyra's golden eyes flashed with madness, looking like an abyss.

This woman didn't know how much they fucked up entering a cursed territory; it was like stealing treasure from a dragon's nest. The latter, you could survive; the former, none had ever lived to tell the tale.

And it was made a rule billions of years ago never to enter a cursed territory unless when invited by one, but it seems people of today were unfortunately ignorant of such rules.

The women felt fear straight to their souls for the first time; they moved back, feeling the woman in front of them was not to be messed with.

The leader was already dripping with cold sweat, "E-Everybody....S-Summon your beats and escape while you can." She was trembling and stuttering as she gave orders. She knew they were no match for the woman standing before them- their best course of action was to run.

"Oh~ kekeke....Do you think you can escape?" Her weird laugh and words made them break out goosebumps and cold sweats; they summoned their beast but didn't still feel reassured under their beast's might.

"Attack!" They attacked under instructions; they were not advanced beasts with thinking, but they still felt fear in her presence, but they still attacked.

"Kekeke..." Cyra's weird laughter filled the cave, and blood and torn flesh of the beast and their owners filled the ground; she killed them brutally and roughly, disregarding her neat killing, and enjoyed the fun of tearing them limbs from limbs.

"Arggh.... Please.... forgive us..." Their bloodcurdling screams were heard, but Cyra felt no pity; she could have left them if they accidentally walked inside, but she could smell the scents of blood on their body, hence their painful death.

The leader served head lay among the torn limbs of her crew, and the air reeked of blood and death.

Cyra's hair returned to normal as she frowned at the mess. The dirtied ground displeased her even more as she realized she'd have to clean it up.

Next time, she would take them outside before she went wild. She grimaced at the blood staining her body and hands.

She left the cave and picked up dried leaves and sticks. She used the sticks to gather the bodies together and pilled the leaves on top. Making her nails harder like metals, she rubbed them harder and faster, creating fire.

She washed as the fire enveloped the pile and burned the bodies. The smoke went out of the cave entrance, and she went out and sat on a tree branched, waiting for the corpse to burn. A stench of burnt flesh made her frown, but she could only wait.

After waiting for a while, the smoke stopped, and the bad smell was reduced to a minimum; she got down from the tree and walked into the cave and saw the hot ashes on the ground and stains of blood. She left it like that and went back to the mansion.

She went into the Mansion stained with blood under their gaze; the chef was scared of her boss and was grateful she didn't serve her directly.

Cyra ignored everybody's gaze and climbed the stairs to her room with Zane following her at the back.

Zane said nothing and waited for Cyra to wash off, sitting patiently on the bed.

Walking out of the bedroom in a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her hair. Zane dragged her to sit and brought a hairdryer and dried off her hair gently, massaging her scalps with his fingers, making Cyra sigh and relax her muscles.

"Some people trespassed on my territory. I killed them all, and I enjoyed it... Does that make me a bad person?" Cyra's calm words filled the room.

"I don't know what you've been through to change...but to me, you're still my wife. I know you wouldn't kill an innocent person, only those who attack you." Zane's voice came with such conviction and confidence in Cyra's character.

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