Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 197 - 197: Patiently wait for me

Zane parted his lips to respond but he was suddenly flipped over. He blinked, staring into her desire-filled eyes, and gulped.

"It's midnight, your time has expired." Cyra's voice was like a devil's whisper, Zane shivered, his eyes widening.

"W-Wife take it easy on me." Zane pleaded resigning to his fate. He knew it was impossible to escape her in her current mood.

And how right he was; he was tossed about for more rounds before his voice grew hoarse from begging, and his body lay boneless on the bed.

Cyra glanced at his exhausted form, a flicker of guilt crossing her eyes. She gently picked him up and carried him to the bathroom to get a warm soak.

Coming back to the room, she removed the bedsheet and checked the wardrobe for a new one to replace it.

After tidying up the room, she brought Zane back and tucked him in; with a peck on his forehead, she went to freshen up.

Taking out clothes from her space ring, she put it on and left the room. Walking slowly to the living room, she sat on the chair brought out a bottle of blood from her ring and took a sip.

She frowned, recalling Viktor's account of how the Dark Organization controlled their people's minds.

Digging into the minds of every employee would be exhausting. 'So how am I going to go about this? And I have to employ more fighters—it's time to have a private army.' She wasn't going to do everything herself.

Her mind raced with thoughts as she sipped the blood. Her eyes flashed with killing intent as she thought of the mastermind behind the dark organization.

''Patiently wait for me,'' she muttered darkly before closing her eyes.

……

Somewhere in the deep forest, a mansion was surrounded by trees.

Loud clashing sounds echoed from within, but the guards' standing guards remained blank.

Without a heartbeat, they could be mistaken for robots.

''YOU FAILED!'' A menacing, cracking-like voice screamed at the figure on the hologram screen.

Skin cracks formed on the woman's face as she tried to suppress her rage from erupting.

This was the third skin she had lost, and her master remained in deep sleep, unable to create another.

Remembering her camote master, her anger subsided, and calm returned. "Since we were able to land a hit, we can try again. This time, make sure she dies—or abduct her husband if it fails," she instructed, then turned off the hologram screen.

She frowned as she touched her cracked skin, strangely though, her flesh showed no blood followed through.

Brain 101 stood and moved deeper into the mansion, passing through a narrow corridor filled with the stench of chemicals and rust.

She stopped before a door and pressed her hand into the panel and the door made a clicking sound and unlocked.

Inside, huge tubes filled with green liquid lay across the room; some of the tubes had human brains and limbs floating in the liquid.

Brain 101 walked towards the end of the room and stopped before a tube that held a beautiful floating man.

She pressed her hands against the glass as if reaching for her sleeping master. 'Master, please wake up. I brought so many brains—why didn't it work?' Her voice cracked, red eyes filled with sorrow, though no tears would come.

That part of her body system had stopped functioning. She caressed the glass, her eyes never leaving her master's figure.

After a while, a sharp alarm rang on her bracelet, and he hurriedly went to a tube holding some brain.

She tapped her hologram screen, draining the liquid. The glass hissed open.

She blinked out the freshest brains for her master, while she popped one into her mouth with a sickening crunch.

Moving back to her master's tube, she pressed on the down part, and a section opened up, green liquid slid through as she pushed the brains inside.

Closing the gap, she watched as the brains dissolved into the liquid, becoming a substance for her master.

"Master, I promise to erase anyone trying to ruin what you have built." She promised, her scratching voice tinged with firm determination.

……

Kyle slumped into a chair with a tired sigh, his legs aching from constant movement.

He turned to the sounds of construction, exhausted to check on the builders, he decided to leave everything to Mira and rest a little.

With a yawn, he laid his head on the table to rest his eyes a bit, but seconds passed, and he slept off.

The Island was undergoing full construction; bright light shone through the clearing as the builders controlled the robots to lay down a foundation.

Mira discussed with the woman in charge, "You have worked with madam before; don't make extra changes, just what you built before."

The woman nodded; curiosity filled her heart at the destroyed houses, but she suppressed it and did her work.

They started with the mansion before rebuilding the townhouses; only the hospital building was left untouched.

Nicole investigated the hospital staff intensively, even as far as controlling their minds, before she was satisfied they were clean.

While Louis brought out some pastries for everyone, she knocked on Kyle's makeshift tent but received no response.

He peeked through the opened tent window and found Kyle fast asleep on his desk. So he left quietly, keeping Kyle's share in the staff quarters.

News spread to aristocratic families across the cities. Learning that Cyra was still alive, they sighed in disappointment.

They all eyed the pure Crystal mine on her island; even if they couldn't take it all, they would at least get a piece of it.

They silently agreed to wait in the shadows, ready to reap the rewards if Cyra fell to the Dark Organization.

And as for the Dark Organization, they stayed clear of it.

As they schemed Cyra was cuddling her husband in bed.