Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 188 - 188: His newfound home, gone.

The chef frowned when she saw Kyle not eating. Thinking of something, she relaxed; it didn't matter whether they ate or not.

She turned to leave but froze as a chopstick shot towards her. She dodged instinctively, her swift movements betraying skills no ordinary chef should possess.

The chopstick pierced the wall, a chilling display of their deadly force.

Her cover was blown immediately, Viktor's chin was propped up with his fingers, and his gaze was filled with interest, wondering how she was able to hide so deeply.

Kyle was still playing around with his chopsticks with a calm face feeling it was a pity.

Zane's hands were missing a chopstick; he cleaned his lips, satisfied with the food. His sharp, cold gaze focused on her. His sword-like aura covered the room, pining the woman in place.

She knew that the slightest movement could mean having her throat slit. She was not scared but frantic laughter burst out from her lips.

"Hahaha. It's too late…it's your honour to die for my Master." Her eyes gleamed with feverish fanaticism, consumed by the sheer devotion at the mere thought of her Master.

Goosebumps rose on their skin at her deranged laughter. How had they failed to notice such a lunatic in their midst?

Their expression turned ugly, feeling something bad was going to happen.

Zane threw his chopsticks, embedding them into her forehead, killing her instantly. They were about to leave the dining room.

"Boom!" The mansion exploded, and the shockwaves affected the servant quarters, making its windows burst open, and the building tremble.

The mansion lay In ruins, reduced to a heap of rubble. Snow drifted down, mingling with the rising smoke.

Louis's ears rang as the room swayed around him. Clutching his head, he staggered out of his room and nearly collided with Mira, who nursed a fresh bump on her forehead.

Their faces were paled as shattered glass crunched beneath their feet. Blinking through blurry vision, they looked up to see black smoke curling into the sky—where the mansion once stood was now just a pile of charred wood and rubble.

"Impossible!" These words screamed in their minds; Louis covered his mouth in shock, feeling that woman couldn't die this way; she was strong for her to die like this. Master Zane, Butler, Viktor, they can't die like this.

A sharp pain clenched his heart—his newfound home, gone. His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

Mira stood there in petrifying shock, the only emotions her mind could process at this moment.

Before they could even process the devastation…

"Bang!"

Their heads moved mechanically towards the direction of the sound to find a black shadow covered in black ashes.

The figure's head was bald, and its eyes had a gold glow, making it look like a monster from hell.

"Crack!" It cracked its bones in place; they strained their eyes before they recognized it was their boss; where was her hair?

Relief surged through them at the sight of their boss, but the weight of loss kept their joy in check. They could only stare at the wreckage in silence.

"Cough! Stop mobbing. She's alive—she won't die so easily." Kyle's angry, shaking voice startled them.

Their eyes widened, and Mira slumped weakly on the floor in relief when she saw everybody was safe and unharmed; she didn't know when the set of people crept into her heart, making her feel like she belonged.

Louis let out a shaky breath as relief washed over him. A smile broke across his face, and a single tear slipped down his cheek.

They didn't question how they had survived the blast—only that they were alive.

-Minutes ago-

They were about to leave the room when the ground shook; everything was in slow motion; he held Zane; his eyes flashed unwillingly when he faced Kyle, but he held him by the cuff and vanished into his space before the room exploded.

Kyle felt his heart skip; he was so close to death; seeing the water under his feet, he noticed he was in another place.

His eyes took in his surroundings with his heart filled with disbelief and shock—how was this Godly place even in existence.

His state was disrupted at Zane shaky voice. "Wife would go into her space…she would be safe? Right?" Zane looked blankly at Viktor and asked, wanting Viktor to nod in agreement; he couldn't feel anything from their bond; the space was interfering with their bond. His heart sank further at Viktor's quietness.

But Viktor looked down at his shaking hands, unable to say anything. He held his chest, bolts of sharp pain rained on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe, wondering if this is what grief feels like.

The mood turned gloomy; Zane kept murmuring inside his mind: she's safe, she's safe, nothing can happen to her.

Cyra's face flashed in Kyle's mind; it was impossible for something like a bomb to kill her; even the sharpest steel could not touch her. She is safe; he has not killed her yet, and she can't die so easily.

Frustration flared in Kyle at their mourning expressions—it felt too much like a farewell. Just as he was about to lash out, Viktor seized his hand and pulled him out of the space.