Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 163 - 163: Remember you belong to me.

"Ha! Before I forget. I want to show you something." He remembered that strange room.

He moved past hallways and went up to a secluded place, opening the doors. Cyra saw the walls were covered with ancient symbols and a black mana stone in the middle of the symbols.

The mana stone was pulsing with strange energy. Cyra bent down, and her hands trailed through the symbols, with her mind accessing memory for any information about these symbols' meanings.

These were Mystic's spell symbols; she couldn't understand the written words but felt it was a power source powering the whole place.

She told them her thoughts, and they left the room and closed it; they toured the castle from top to bottom; Cyra estimated the space and felt it was half of a football field, surrounded by a water screen and a castle and no other life form.

Appearing back to the car, Viktor and Zane checked the time and saw it was only five minutes back, and they spent five hours in the space.

A wide smile spread on Viktor's lips; the dangers were worth it.

Before he could rejoice further, he felt his chin held tightly; he looked up and stared into Cyra's grey eyes.

"Don't pull that stunt next time… Remember you belong to me." Cyra's tone was flat but her eyes were filled with hidden anger.

Her words flowed into his ears; his heart skipped a bit, thinking she cared for him.

Cyra felt it would be a waste to lose such high-quality blood. She removed her hand, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her seat.

She thought about the catastrophic event that reshaped the planet, unearthing hidden secrets long buried. Things that had no place in this era were surfacing, and she wondered what else might have been dug up.

Zane, who was sitting beside Cyra, was confused by her behaviour; sometimes, he felt she treated Viktor differently. Other times, it felt like she only recognised him as her prey. Sigh…

He looked at Viktor's blushing face, and his gaze flashed with undescribed emotion; he turned his head and faced the window, looking at the passing trees.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the mansion; Cyra's eyes opened; she got down and was about to walk inside when she noticed Viktor's dazed state.

She thought nothing of it and went to her torture room to let out some steam, for some reason, she was angry, but she couldn't say why.

Entering inside, she saw three people, tied up with different wounds and with painful, fearful eyes. They couldn't move their body from the torture they had been through. Only their eyes moved when they felt a presence in the room.

At the sight of Cyra, they felt an odd relief—this devil seemed kind than the psychopath who had tortured them.

A round of muffled, painful screams ensued; Cyra vented all her anger out, in the process killing them and giving them the relief they sought.

Coming out in a calm state, she went to her cold room and downed a bottle of blood while leaning against the wall.

Viktor snapped back to reality in front of his door. He smiled when he thought about his personal space. He had a lot of things to buy to decorate his castle.

Entering his room, he washed off the grime from his body, walking out of the bathroom with a bathrobe; he mixed a cola sachet into warm water, turning it, it turned into a hot cocoa drink.

Sigh…

He let out a relaxing, satisfied breath as he drank, and suddenly, he appeared in his space.

He placed the cup on the ground and pulled off his bathrobe, revealing firm, pale skin. Though he had no extra fat or overbuilt muscles, his body bore bullish red wounds from his escape but his open wounds were healed.

He walked through the water screen, his body transforming as he moved. He whipped his tails in the cool water and turned over playfully, blowing bubbles from his mouth.

The water was clean and blue like it had a self-cleaning mechanism; he followed the length of the plants to depths below; his tails beat up the white sand, and there he found their roots.

He swam around the plants, touching their veins as he explored the area. It reminded him of the ocean floor, filling him with happiness and contentment, though it lacked sea creatures.

He planned to fill It with sea creatures later; being near the ocean made it easy.

He came out of the water and reappeared in his room, realizing that only four minutes had passed.

Bouncing on his bed, he giggled happily as he jumped, then fell back with a smile, drifting

off to sleep—forgetting to apply ointment to his wounds.

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