Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 192 - 192: I was one of the experiments.

Zane took a bite of ice cream, his eyes squinting in enjoyment; Viktor watched, his body tense.

"I'm not afraid; I'll always hold the top place in my wife's heart," Zane said with a confident smile.

Viktor's body loosened slightly, blinded by the self-confidence Zane exuded, and a tinge of envy flashed in the depths of his heart.

He hummed and took a spoonful of ice cream, hoping the cold would soothe his emotions. He hoped to be loved as Zane or even wanted by her.

Zane noticed Viktor's dull expression and didn't know what to tell him. He couldn't speak of Cyra's feelings for Viktor, he was in the dark about her true feelings for him.

"I will seduce your wife. I want her and am not going to give up." Viktor said with a firm promise, his gaze gleaming with obsession.

Zane felt slightly uncomfortable but shrugged in response while fully concentrating on his ice cream.

After some time, they slouched in their seats, staring at the now-empty bucket of ice cream.

Zane hiccupped, rubbing his stomach as a flash of pain crossed his face.

Viktor was no better; his lips were numb and tinged red from the cold, and a burp escaped his lips.

"I can't move….so full." Zane slurred, laying bonelessly against the table unaware of the gentle turn of the door knob.

Cyra walked in silently and witnessed this scene. Her gaze lingered on the empty container and their stuffed form.

"Savor this taste; it will sustain you for a month." Cyra's deadpan voice startled them, but they were too full to react, their eyes widening in fear at her words.

"Wife….hicc…what do you mean?" Zane asked blinking obediently, like he didn't get her meaning.

Viktor tried to reduce his presence hoping she would forget about him.

"You know exactly what I meant. You're banned from sweets for a month," Cyra said flatly, unaffected by his cuteness. It seemed the pain from his toothache had faded from his mind.

Then she turned to Viktor who shrank into the table, creeping backwards as if to escape. He froze when he felt her gaze on him, and flashed her a sheepish smile.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten about you. Hand over every snack in your space." Viktor's eyes widened, he nudged Zane's foot subtly, signalling for him to change his wife's mind.

A hopeless expression spread over Zane's face. He looked blankly at the ice cream container, wondering why he didn't dispose of it on time.

Now there was evidence, there was no changing Cyra's mind. Even though he was immortal, she was strict about his health.

Viktor knew he couldn't rely on Zane for help, so he turned to Cyra and pleaded, "I have an excellent teeth-cleaning routine. I eat so many snacks, see, my teeth are still strong." He flashed her a smile, showing off his pearly whites, but froze when he saw her expression grow sterner.

He swallowed hard, realizing he had made a big mistake. "Haha… I was just joking, forget what I said." He laughed nervously, trying to wave off what he said but it was already too late.

Before he could react, Cyra appeared before him, he felt a pull on his chin and looked up to meet her calm grey eyes.

Cyra's fingers traced his veins. "I quite enjoyed the taste of your blood, but now… it's been tainted by too much junk. I've lost my appetite." Cyra clicked her tongue in mock pity.

Viktor's eyes widened like a frightened deer, knowing she might really lose interest in feeding from him.

Zane watched in interest as Cyra scared Viktor, showing no move to help him out. He understood his wife was still going to drink his blood, she had scared him like this in the beginning.

Viktor panicked, gripping her fingers tightly as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Mistress, I promise, I won't eat so much junk again." His voice trembled, on the verge of tears.

Cyra frowned, feeling she might have scared him too much. She caressed his face and said in a warm tone. "You can eat snacks but there should be a limit. Your health is important to me."

A blush crept on his face at her intense gaze, his heart skipped a beat. He felt her warm breath against his face, and he stared at her blankly.

Zane noticed his unbecoming expression and covered his face with his palm, unable to look Viktor in the eye.

Viktor couldn't be blamed. Zane may have grown immune to her beauty after years together, but even he wasn't prepared for the sudden closeness of her flawless face.

Cyra tapped his face softly, snapping him back to reality. He swallowed down his drool and nodded dumbly at her earlier words.

Once she had his attention, her expression turned serious. "Let's go to the living room to discuss." At her words, the lustful haze cleared from his eyes.

His fists clenched but relaxed under her patient gaze.

Zane glanced back and forth, confused at their cryptic words, but he stood up and followed them out.

They sat on the sofa, Viktor was sitting at her left, Zane at her right. Cyra didn't rush him to speak and waited for him to gather his words and start at his pace.

Viktor released the breath he was holding and started. "The Dark Organization is involved in assassination, human experiments, slave training, and other black-market dealings in the underworld." Viktor paused to catch his breath, his hands forming into fists.

"I was one of the experiments." The room fell into loud silence. Zane's expression changed, and Cyra's aura became cold.

They didn't interrupt him and left him to unburden himself. Cyra's hands covered his clenched fingers, sending her unspoken warmth and concern.

Viktor's heart warmed at her gesture, and he continued speaking, his tone steady. "They conducted countless experiments on groups of young children, attempting to manifest their supernatural abilities. Those who succeeded were brainwashed and had self-destruction chips implanted in their brains." He spoke of such inhuman horrors with a disturbingly calm demeanor.

Zane's eyes widened in shock; his gaze went straight to Viktor's head, fearful such a chip might have been implanted in his head.

Cyra knew it was worse than he let on. How could a child not feel pain and fear at being experimented on? Her grip on his hands tightened and Viktor flashed her a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.

Viktor could feel the pain of having his body pierced with long needles and tubes pumping weird liquid into his body.

The painful spasms of his body as it fought to reject the drugs that were allergic to his system.

The dead bodies of his friends were discarded after their bodies shut down from stress and organ failure.

Memories flashed through his mind, dragging him back to the white room where screams of pain were a never-ending melody.

He was snapped back to reality when he felt a warm embrace wrapped around him. He buried his face in her neck, his face clear of tears.

He hugged her tightly, breathing in her familiar scent. After a moment, he pulled away and continued.

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