Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 200 - 200: My dagger would go straight for their throat

The crowd gathered in a clearing following the map. They stood in small groups of twos and threes, their tense, nervous chatter filling the clearing.

Amelia and Camille stood beside a tree, their eyes darting around the large crowd with worry, hoping they would be picked.

At exactly 9:00 a.m., they heard the sound of an approaching car.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, some felt their hearts pound with nerves, while others stood with quiet confidence in their abilities.

The crowd fell silent as they watched the car stop in front of them. The door opened and a beautiful man in a butler suit came down.

Kyle glanced at the crowd and cursed Cyra internally, he already imagined how exhausted he would be after this interview.

Moving calmly toward the crowd, he stopped. "Today, I will oversee your interview. Madam is indisposed at the moment," Kyle's steady voice echoed through the silent crowd.

The fighters in the crowd frowned when they saw Kyle. They noticed he was strong but they were confident they could defeat him.

They had thought the main boss was coming and wanted to taste the strength of their new boss, but seeing Kyle, they got dissatisfied.

Murmurs spread through the crowd, but Kyle ignored their scrutinizing stares and opened his hologram screen, his expression stern.

"Come at a time and tell me your name and what you're good at," Kyle instructed, not taking his eyes away from his screen.

Amelia and Camille glanced at each other and Amelia nodded for her to take the chance and go first.

Camille nodded and sucked in deep calming breaths before stepping forward.

"I'm Camille George. I-I can grow plants and flowers." Camille's voice grew shaky, lacking confidence in her useless skill.

She glanced nervously at typing Kyle, waiting for his response.

Kyle remained silent for a while, tapping furiously on his hologram screen. Camille's name and complete details appeared before him. As he read through the information, he nodded internally—finding nothing amiss.

"You're hired, move to the left," Kyle responded after what felt like centuries to Camille.

She stood there dumbly before waking up to the reality that she got the job. A wide smile spread across her face; she barely suppressed her elated expression as she moved to the left.

Seeing how easily she got the job the others moved, almost pushing each other out of the way to be the next.

Only the fighters held back, watching as the others scrambled to secure a position.

Their skills needed to be tested before they were employed, so they didn't rush in like normal people.

Kyle's fingers grew numb from sifting through people's records.

He screened out people who had criminal records or bad behaviour reviews from their former work.

He separated the chef and other staff headed for the mansion in a different line, once he reached the hundred, he stopped employing.

Murmurs of dissatisfaction spread through the crowd as they gazed enviously at those who had been hired.

Some blamed themselves for hesitating, while others refused to accept their rejection.

"Sir, it is unfair to employ them without interviewing the rest. What if you ignored skilful people to them because they came forward first." A woman said with a sullen expression.

Her loud voice stilled the crowd, and others joined in, assuming Kyle would be easy to intimidate since he was a man.

"Yes, that's right!"

"We all journeyed here, you can't just send us out with a proper interview!"

"We second that!"

The fighters stood in the background, waiting to see how Kyle would respond to the angry crowd.

Amelia looked towards Camille and felt grateful she urged her to go forward first or else she would be like the others.

Camille felt Amelia's gaze and nodded at her with a smile.

Kyle's head throbbed from their loud shout, his irritation mounting at every second. He was already angry at having to come for an unplanned interview, and now they dared to call him out.

Did they think he was a pushover? He was this close to cutting out their tongues, but he restrained himself and opted for the next best thing.

No one saw him move. In the blink of an eye, a dagger was buried in the thigh of the loud woman.

"The woman froze for a moment before the pain registered.

"Ahh!" Her agonized scream echoed through the clearing, sending a chill down everyone's spine as they watched her bleed.

The fighters who were watching the show at the back became serious; their gaze grew cautious at the sight of Kyle.

"The next time anyone interrupts the interview process...my dagger would go straight for their throat," Kyle said calmly as if he hadn't just issued a deadly threat—only making them more afraid.

The crowd remained silent, and those normal people who failed the interview hurried to the shore with fearful expressions.

The woman bleeding was ignored, but Kyle walked up to her and pulled out his dagger ruthlessly from her thighs.

The woman bit her lips in pain, scared if she was loud, the man might lose his patience and kill her.

Kyle ignored her, pulling a clean handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the dagger.

Without sparing the limping woman another glance, he turned to the remaining fighters.

"Let's continue but this time we do things differently," Kyle said as he placed his dagger back into his clothes.

"You will all fight one another. The last 300 fighters standing will be employed." Kyle announced, sending a ripple through the crowd.

The fighters grew cautious of those around them; some reacted quickly and took out their weapons from their bags.

The rest of the people employed felt choked by the murderous, tense air; they moved backwards in fear so as not to be injured accidentally.

Camille couldn't help but glance at Amelia with worry; her heart squeezed in fear, and her body tensed as she watched.

"Soul beasts and killing are not allowed. Begin." Kyle called the start of the battle, striding towards the car.

Leaning against the car, Kyle watched as the women and men lunged at each other, wielding their weapons of choice.

Amelia dodged the attack from behind and slammed her elbow into the person's side.

A crack sound echoed, and the woman winced and gritted her teeth to suppress her pain as she swung her club in response.

Amelia dodged the club but was struck by a kick from the woman beside her. Pain numbed her shoulder, but she retaliated with a swift punch to the woman's chest, forcing her back.

Before the woman could recover, another fighter seized the opportunity to attack her weakened state.

The battle raged on as more fighters fell, their screams mingling with the sickening cracks of broken bones.

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