Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 123 - 123- Failed experiment

Watching her leaving the room, Kyle snorted when he saw Viktor. Why was he working together with such a playful, always-late, hyper person? His future felt bleak.

Viktor, on the other hand, was vexed by Kyle's stern face and constant interference. 'Mistress, hurry back, or I might lose it and attack him, ' he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Cyra met Mira by the waterfall and stopped. Mira waited patiently for instructions.

"Look after the butler and gardener for me. I'm going on a trip," Cyra instructed, then left.

Mira was overjoyed at being given direct orders from her boss. She couldn't wait for the day Cyra would fully trust her.

Skipping back to the mansion, Mira hummed happily until she felt the tension between Kyle and Viktor.

"Umm..." Mira's words died in her throat under their murderous gazes. Cold sweat soaked her clothes, and she quickly realized that looking after them would be harder than expected.

She shook her head, said nothing, and left as quickly as she had arrived.

"I'm watching you," Kyle said those words and left to start the work of the day.

"Watching... What does he mean by watching? You serious freak," Viktor grumbled, growing more annoyed with Kyle by the minute.

Cyra started the aerodyne and set the compass locator to Spring City. She didn't know the undercut between the men she left in charge.

She flew for five hours before she saw the view of the city, she flew to the airport and landed in an empty land, she paid for the space and showed her license and identity to the officers.

After tossing back and forth she finally walked out from the airport with her suitcase. It was six in the evening when she landed and she lodged in a hotel two hours away from the airport.

Entering the penthouse, she went straight to the bathroom and washed the grim and dust off her body.

She felt clean and comfortable, opening the suitcase she brought out a bottle and drank from her mouth. Haa... She sighed feeling alive.

Her expression grew serious as she opened the file Kyle had sent to her: Districts A, section 1.

Only city names with their district and section locations were written with no specific hideout on them, it was pinpointed by Kyle's hacking, since they are hidden away from the map.

She had to figure out where their hideout was, starting from Street A.

She closed the hologram and looked up at the ceiling in a daze. Once it got dark she moved.

Lodging out of the hotel, she left and booked a hover car to District A. They flew for some hours before they reached, Cyra got down and saw the lively city.

This district houses had different entertainment industries and even a slave market. She found out it was a thing here, where people sold themselves as slaves or were branded as one by the aristocrats.

She had no special feelings towards the slave market, it was none of her business and she had no capacity in her heart to save anybody unless they were of some use to her.

She lodged into a hotel beside the slave market and dropped her suitcase. She left the hotel and strolled about with her senses released fully, she heard hearts beating, loud noise ringing, and sounds of rodents and insects creeping around.

Suddenly all the noises grew fainter and came to an abrupt stop. The air was still, Cyra controlled the sounds and searched around for any suspicious thing.

She felt heartbeats and sounds vibrating underneath her feet, she followed the sounds and they led to the slave market.

She left the scheduled corner and walked past when she was called by the male prostitutes by the road, who were soliciting customers.

"Hey, beautiful..." They flirted with their makeup face and scantly clothes. Cyra ignored them and continued working forwards, some women were dragged willingly into the prostitute house.

Cyra went back to the hotel, not in a hurry to check out the slave market. Tomorrow she will check it out and search for how to enter the underground area, where signs of the human heartbeat were coming from.

She lay on the bed not interested in looking around this magnificent city, it was too noisy for her to bear.

...

In the underground facility below, there were sounds of whip slash on a battered bleeding back.

The woman being whipped let no sounds of pain, her eyes were backed with a fighting force.

The woman slashing her grew bored when she saw no expression on Slave 105 face.

"Failed experiment." she spat off the slave's body and left.

A young man hiding in the shadows quickly ran towards the woman on the ground.

"Sister...don't... take by punishment." His face was streaming with tears. He gently held the woman's scared body.

Rubbed in medicine with familiar movements. When is all this torture going to stop, since five years ago after that lost match they were sold as slaves by the branch aristocrat family head.