Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 190 - 190: So it was for revenge

Kyle and Viktor stood at a distance, giving Cyra and Zane, alone time. Viktor pulled the threads of his clothes absentmindedly as he watched them.

Unable to hold back any longer, he strode toward them. At the sound of footsteps, they looked up.

Without a word, he hugged Cyra tightly, his eyes red with unshed tears. Cyra froze for a moment before wrapping her hands around him.

Zane watched them, strangely feeling no anger. Sensing Viktor's turmoil, he allowed him the moment. Since Cyra didn't reject the embrace, perhaps she had feelings for him.

Cyra sensed Viktor's unstable mood—he must have fallen into his sub-state. She tried to get up but he wrapped his hands tightly around her neck.

She couldn't bear to leave him like this, so she lifted him as she stood.

Zane got up and followed along, his gaze drifted towards the destruction and bodies on the ground.

As he passed the town, his gaze grew distant, his heart ached at the sight. This was his home, who did this?

The cold wind carried the stench of blood and burnt flesh, overwhelming him. He clenched his fingers as a tremor rocked through his body, his vision turning hazy with bloodlust.

'I'll rip them apart!'

Noticing his trembling, Cyra quickly wrapped an arm around him, patting his back in an attempt to soothe his rage.

It's been a while since she saw him this angry, she whispered soothing promises into his ear.

''love, leave everything to me. I'll make sure they plead for death and it eludes them.'' Her soft yet chilling tone made Viktor shiver slightly.

"Leave some for me. My sword is getting rusty." Zane uttered, his clenched fingers loosening, but his anger was far from gone.

Cyra held his hand as they moved forward—she detected no surviving heartbeats in the wreckage, except in the hospital. It seemed that place had been left untouched.

What baffled her the most was how the enemy was able to lay such a plan under her nose.

Through a person's heartbeat, she could sense their intentions, whether good or bad; it was impossible to hide from her unless you didn't own a heart.

Her senses spanned the entire island. Though she remained unseen, nothing escaped her notice.

So this was a mystery to her. How could a normal person suddenly start killing others?

"Who was the cause of the bombed Mansion?" Cyra asked with narrowed eyes.

"The chef." Kyle who followed them silently, chimed in with a complicated expression. He thought of something, his lips parted but no words came out.

Zane caught his expression, "If you know something, speak." His tone was cold as he faced Kyle.

Kyle let out a deep sigh and pulled his hair back before facing the irritated Zane. Feeling Cyra's gaze on him he couldn't help but speak.

''I recognize the familiar handiwork of the Dark Order Organization.'' At his words, Viktor's body stiffened. Cyra frowned, the name ringing a distant bell, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Who's that?" Cyra's question immediately dispelled the tense atmosphere. Kyle covered his face, unsure whether to laugh or feel pity for the absurdity of this situation. 'How can she destroy two of their secret bases and still forget who they are?'

Zane blinked, shooting his wife a distressed look, wondering when her memory had become this faulty.

''Ahem… it's one of the assassin's organizations.'' Kyle muttered, unable to bear her clueless gaze. Cyra's eyes flashed with realization. 'oh, them.'

''Hmm…so it was for revenge. It seems I was soft-hearted and didn't wipe them out.'' Cyra uttered with a thoughtful look as she trailed her fingers absentmindedly on Viktor's back.

''Nicole,'' Cyra called. In a flash, a figure appeared before her.

Her gaze trailed over Nicole's bloodied clothes and unkempt hair. "Clear out the bodies, Kyle. Call the building company, rebuild the town, and send out a recruitment notice." Cyra issued a series of orders.

She glanced at the ruined town, her eyes flashing gold. With a deep breath, they faded back to grey.

''I'll set aside funds to compensate their loved ones. Make sure they go to the right people,'' She said, facing Kyle, who nodded in response.

It wasn't out of soft-heartedness that she chose to compensate them—after all, they had signed life contracts. Rather, she blamed herself for not wiping out the enemy earlier, giving them the chance to retaliate.

''Kyle, see me before you post the recruitment notice.'' With no words, she disappeared with Viktor and Zane, leaving Kyle standing in the empty clearing.

Kyle's gaze darkened, his thoughts drifting as he clutched his chest. 'Why did I feel such relief that she's alive?' He frowned, not liking this out-of-control feeling. With pursed lips, he concluded he wanted to kill her himself rather than someone else doing it.

Successfully deceiving himself, his tense heart loosened and he went to work.

Cyra appeared before the mansion, seeing the sight of the crumpled walls and charred wood, she suddenly realized the Mansion was gone. Zane stared blankly at the sight, before looking away.

''We can stay in my space,'' Viktor suggested, finally breaking silent. Cyra looked at Zane, and he nodded; she hummed softly.

Viktor quickly took them to his space. Once inside, Viktor returned to his cheerful self. With a reluctant glance, he pulled away from her embrace and led them on a tour of the newly furnished mansion.

Zane's mood lightened, he and Viktor whispered excitedly as they talked about everything. Cyra was forgotten at the side and could only feel relieved when she saw Zane smile.

Viktor dragged Zane to the kitchen, glancing around for Cyra before quickly shutting the door. Zane watched his action faintly getting an idea what it was; he stared in anticipation in the direction of the Themocooler.

Viktor wasted no time opening it, and Zane gasped at the sight of multiple containers filled with various ice cream flavours.

Zane quickly turned the key, locking the door. ''I'm taking the chocolate mint flavour,'' Zane said in a whisper, fearing his wife might hear them.

''She will get suspicious if we both leave at once. I want some too,'' Kyle muttered, eyeing the ice cream longingly.

''Who goes first?'' Zane asked. They exchanged a glance.

Back in the room, Cyra leaned against the wall, her lips curled up—wondering who would be sent to cover the other.