Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 172 - 172: I know, I will only check it out and not play

Kyle stretched as he got out of bed, smoothing his ruffled hair before methodically making his bed, ensuring it was wrinkle-free.

His room was tidy, everything placed where they should be and in order. Doing some warm-up exercises, he brought out his knives.

He laid the knives on the table, pausing to count them. Starting with the smallest, he cleaned each blade carefully with a white cotton ball, their sharp edges glinting under the light and reflecting on his icy blue eyes.

His finger grazed a blade, drawing blood and snapping his focus back.

He dropped the knife on the table and let out a sigh. The rhythm of his cleaning ritual was broken; his mind refused to focus.

Rising from the chair, he approached a hidden board on the wall, covered with pictures of Cyra. Beside each photo, notes detailed failed methods. One picture had a knife stabbed into it—so that's where it had gone.

The red marks of failure contorted his face with anger.

"Bang!"

His fist slammed through the board, and his blue hair scattered, covering his face. Taking deep breaths, he meticulously pulled his hair back in order.

He sat back and cleaned all his knives and packed them up; going to the bathroom, he washed off and put on his ironed butler uniform; brushing his hair back, he left his room.

Like any other day, he checked the island spending budget, delegating what to buy for the mansion and the town area.

Doing what needed his attention and approval, but today, he noticed a subtle increase in visitors despite his efforts to limit merchant activity on the island.

He kept having a bad feeling about this and didn't send Mira's business plans to Cyra yet.

He passed the entrance of the staff building and found Viktor, who had bloodshot eyes, showing he hadn't slept at all. 'What's wrong with him?' He thought internally but snorted, his eyes shining with schadenfreude at his unkempt form.

Viktor noticed his gaze but couldn't summon the energy to argue. Throughout the night, his mind had been consumed with curiosity—he needed to know.

He Ignored Kyle and went back to his room, which was a first, Kyle looked at his back with a thoughtful gaze.

He went to the kitchen and served himself some fish porridge. He poured some milk into a bowl and summoned his beast.

"Meow…." Blue stretched and dipped his head into the bowl and sipped the milk. Kyle received a notification with a special sound and his chewing lips paused.

Blue looked up at the sound, dread clear in his eyes. 'Oh no, meow… Master's gaming addiction is starting again.

"Master….you have a job now, ignore that sound…it never rang," Blue said in a persuading, hypnotizing tone, trying to sway Kyle.

"I know, I will only check it out and not play." Kyle's hands were already on the top of his bracelet, blue paws stopped him in place.

"Master, you can't; you told me to stop you when you are like this." Blue looked at him, filled with distrust. He was serious about stopping his master from opening the game, or it would be harder for him to stop. Preventing him now was the best option.

"I will just look at the leaderboard and nothing else." Kyle's tone was filled with longing like someone with withdrawal syndrome.

"No." Blue refused, not budging at all, he firmly moved Kyle's hands away from his bracelet. Kyle could have forced it open, but he knew his weakness when it came to resisting temptation.

He sadly watched Blue delete the message without opening it fully; four months, fifteen days since he last played any game, he was on the brink of losing it.

He looked away from his bracelet and finished up his slightly warm food.

Passing the dining area, he saw the served food but no Zane, which was unthinkable. Why is everyone weird today? He shrugged it off and started with his duties.

Zane woke up feeling refreshed as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

A smile spread across his lips as sunlight streamed through the window, bathing him in gold.

"Morning love." Cyra kissed him on the neck; her tone was softer with sleep; Zane knew he was the reason for her staying awake by this time.

"Wife, Good morning. Don't worry, I'm feeling better; you should sleep." Zane's tone was happier, but she looked into his bright eyes to be sure. Feeling nothing was wrong with

him, she kissed him on the lips and slept without worry.

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