Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 178 - 178: Hahaha

As they were about to drive off, a sudden knock on the window made them pause. Looking out, they saw Kyle, his expression sterner than before.

His gold-rimmed glasses rested at the tip of his nose, and his sleek blue hair was immaculate. There was an air of grace about him—one that no one dared to profane in his presence.

"Tsk." The sounds slipped from Viktor's lips. Kyle's icy blue eyes darkened in annoyance, making him question—why he had chosen to join them.

He ignored Viktor and felt Cyra's scrutinizing gaze on him; he subconsciously adjusted his clothes, when he was conscious of what he'd done.

His calm expression cracked, and his hands left his clothes.

Opening the car door, he sat in the front seat, and Zane started the car, still feeling surprised by Kyle's changed aura by a pair of glasses.

His relationship with the butler was normal; he was closer to Viktor, unable to get over the issue of Kyle always trying to kill his wife even if his wife was having fun at his expense.

Nodding at him, he rested his head back and closed his eyes. A bowl of red jelly-like substance appeared in Cyra's hands; this was the new recipe made by Louis from her glass house flowers.

Her fingers dipped Into the jelly before bringing it to her lips. Viktor's throat bobbed as he watched, wishing he was the food entering her mouth. She had never fed from him after that night, and he craved it in his very bones. He had tried hinting at his desire, but she ignored him—seemingly amused by his suffering.

Cyra chewed on the blood jelly, and her eyes lost their coldness. It was a change of taste of liquid blood, and she hoped Louis would cook up a new recipe for her.

Kyle adjusted his glasses, wishing the Soul Days would end soon. His blurred vision unsettled him—vulnerability was unacceptable for an assassin.

His side eyes sized Cyra up figuratively, what possible method or weapon could kill her?

The car rolled to a stop at the forest's edge. From ahead, loud music and rhythmic beats filled the air. Stepping out, they followed a path leading into a vast clearing.

Zane took in the scene—a stage alive with dancers, groups of twos and threes chatting over cocktails, laughter mingling with the pulsing music.

The party was In full swing, and people noticed Cyra and her companion's arrival, Zane's eyes took in all this and felt it was too different from what he knew; he could feel the genuine joy in their beasts separating from them.

He had satisfied his curiosity and felt the urge to go back, not liking to be in the midst of a crowd.

"I'm going to get us drinks!" Viktor shouted, his voice drowned by the loud music, he walked towards the table picked up two wine glasses, and sidestepped a drunk woman who stretched her hands to hug him,

"Hey beautiful… haven't seen you around hicc…here." Her voice slurred with a flushed face, she tried to touch him again, Viktor's smile left his face, he saw the woman's eyes and knew she was not far gone and was using her drunkenness as a disguise to molest him.

His feet crushed on hers, "Ah!!!" She fell to the ground, her face squeezed in pain and she looked at Viktor's back in anger, her eyes flashing with a lustful gaze.

Right when they entered she noticed those three beautiful men but she was fearful of the silent woman aura, fortunately one of the left and she felt it was her time to strike.

Not knowing this one was feisty, licking her lips with a wretched expression, "I like."

But was snapped back by the throbbing pain in her toes.

She massaged it and moved forward slowly, blending with the merry crowd.

Thinking the incident was over, Viktor carried the drinks back to their table, only to find himself met with prying, gossiping stares.

Two bold—perhaps overly bold—men took deep gulps of wine before swaggering up to Cyra, completely ignoring Zane.

''Hey, I-I'm Kane…a-a-and…'' The first man stammered as Cyra's gaze settled on him. His wine-flushed face paled, and the liquid courage he'd consumed proved utterly useless.

Both were unable to form proper sentences, and their loud beating hearts, with the blaring music, sent a sharp ache through Cyra's head.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her aura chilled. Without another word, the two men bolted in terror.

"Hahaha." Viktor's mocking laughter made the running men tear up in embarrassment.

From a corner, Micheal watched the scene unfold, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over him. The soft drink in his mouth tasted bitter.

Tonight was supposed to be different—he had come out to test his charm on a woman, hoping to silence his lingering doubts about his own beauty.