Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 127 - 127- Please kill me.

Cyra frowned and walked toward them. Two men clutched their chests as their hearts raced wildly, the pressure overwhelming them.

Their eyes grew dim, and they died instantly.

The others, watching in envy, wished for the same quick death but were too cowardly to take their own lives.

One of them, unable to bear it any longer, ran toward the door, but what happened next shattered the last hope they clung to. A woman stood by the door, holding her slit throat, choking on her own blood.

She stretched a trembling hand toward the door, just inches away, before slumping dead to the floor.

Cyra calmly placed a bloody finger into her mouth, licking it clean with relish. Her casual act broke their mind. She glanced at their terrified faces, her gaze lingering on their heaving hearts 'A shame,' she thought. Their blood would have made a fine addition to her collection.

Seeing the yellow liquid pooling on the ground, she frowned and within thirty seconds, all of them had their throat slit, their blood soaking the ground with their vacant terrified eyes.

She wiped her fingers clean, discarding the stained handkerchief on the bloodied floor.

She turned to the trembling leader, who now drooled at the corner of her lips, whispering breathlessly and continuously as her body trembled. "Please kill me."

The woman's mind had already broken, her sanity slowly devoured just having a taste of what Cyra had been through and she couldn't handle it.

Her body was cut into pieces, she went through pain and was sewn back together, only to be torn apart again.

As she gave up on herself, Cyra's little red smoke wisps, swallowed the woman's sanity bit by bit.

Cyra took back her wisps of smoke, but the woman turned foolish, staring vacantly at the ceiling and drooling.

Cyra dropped her to the ground, as she reached the door, she glanced briefly at the hidden camera and turned back to the door nonchalantly.

She picked the dead woman by the door and recorded her facial recognition, the door slid open and released her hold on the corpse.

She walked out the door, yawning with her eyes dropping slightly.

*Click!!!*

She looked up and saw she was surrounded and held at gunpoint, she sighed.

"Fire!!!"

Because of her little expression, they rained down bullets on her body at once. The place Cyra was standing was covered in red targeting light and smoke.

Everybody relaxed feeling she wouldn't survive that but...

"Cough..." They looked in front when they heard that sound, they waited for the smoke to pass.

Their eyes widened in disbelief when they saw Cyra standing without a scratch on her only torn clothes.

"Reload!"

With shaking hands they fumbled while reloading, Cyra didn't give them a chance and her hair changed to gold.

Her body turned into a weapon, that was harder than the strongest metal. She released her inhibitions and enjoyed the thrill of the slaughter.

"Argh..."

"NO!"

"Please."

"Save me."

Screams of pain and terror filled the hallway, Cyra was covered in blood, and the ground was piled with torn flesh, brain matter, and broken bones.

A woman crawled with bleeding knees, tears filled her eyes as she struggled to escape, but she was dragged back by the legs, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

Cyra crushed her head open, throwing her to the side. As she left the hallway, she was attacked by another wave of soldiers and the nightmare repeated itself, the whole underground facility reeked of blood.

Blood flowed like a river on the ground making her every step, soaked in blood. Finally, no more waves of attack. What was remaining were defenseless slaves and scientists.

Cyra's hair returned, she ignored the remaining people but she frowned with disgust when she felt her sticky blood-stained clothes.

She needed a place to wash off, she looked at the huddled form of slaves and pointed for one to come.

The one pointed at passed out from fear, which made Cyra more irritated.

"Does anyone know where I can wash myself?" She asked, but nobody had the guts to stand out and reply.

"I-l know." A shaking woman's voice was heard, Cyra's eyes zeroed on her, making the woman tremble but she held on bravely and waited for Cyra's response.

Louis held his sister, shouting anxiously for her sister to keep quiet, she didn't know whether this demon would kill her.

She looked towards the woman fearfully praying to Goddess the woman would be merciful and let them go.

"Show me." She only said one word and waited for the woman to lead the way. Louis was dragged along by his sister as they fearfully went through corpses, Louis shook badly in fear, and he felt sick to his stomach.

He imagined everything was watermelon juice flowing on the ground and was able to cope till they reached the bathing area.