Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 205 - 205: Let’s duel

Kyle guided her to the kitchen, "Don't stay in the Mansion after serving dinner." Kyle Instructed before he left her to familiarize herself with her workstation.

As Kyle left the kitchen, he bumped into Zane, who was carrying the game pod.

Kyle's gaze locked onto the pod, unable to look away. Zane felt the heat of his stare.

"Do you want to play?" Zane asked politely, not expecting a positive answer but Kyle surprised him with a nod.

Zane's jaw clenched in frustration. He was only being polite—what happened to the work-obsessed Kyle? And they weren't even close.

Zane sighed and motioned for Kyle to come with him. "We can play until dinner time," Zane said as Kyle pulled the second pod left in the living room.

They followed the elevator due to the weight of the pod. Kyle pushed the pod and followed Zane's direction to the gaming room.

If Blue were here, he'd curse Kyle for caving so quickly. But Kyle couldn't be blamed—holding out for seven months was a miracle for a game addict like him.

Seeing the pod so suddenly, his brain couldn't muster any resistance—he simply succumbed to his desire.

They arranged the pod on the edge of the room. Zane pressed his fingerprint over the pod, and it hissed open, the glass exterior parted open, revealing the inside.

Zane slotted the game chip into both pods, fully activating them. "Alright, we can go in," he called to Kyle, who was already tugging off his shoes.

Zane's lips parted in surprise at Kyle's eager actions. He shook his head before pulling off his flip-flops and climbing into the pod.

Kyle lay comfortably inside the pod, pressed his finger over the hologram screen, and the pod hissed shut.

A cool mist rose from the bottom, enveloping Kyle's body. From the headrest, thin neural tendrils emerged, snaking out and attaching to the back of his neck.

Kyle's eyes gleamed with excitement as he heard the soft click signaling his brain had synced with the neural interface.

A gel-like liquid rose from below, covering Kyle's body and leaving only his face exposed so he could breathe.

"Link complete. Begin Dive 3…2…1…" Kyle's world blurred. The neural link triggers a full consciousness shift.

Opening his eyes again, he found himself in the game world and an elated smile tugged at his lips.

"Should we play together or go out in separate ways?" Kyle asked as he turned to Zane who was fiddling with his game character.

"Hmm… let's split up," Zane muttered, too focused on his screen to look up.

"Okay, see you at dinner time." With that Kyle teleported, using his gaming interface.

Zane hummed finally choosing a character he liked. He clicked "Agree." A flash of light enveloped him, and when it faded…

A tall samurai-dressed woman stood in Zane's place. Half of her face was covered with black cloth, and a long sword hugged her waist.

Zane gave himself a once-over with the mirror function and nodded in satisfaction. "This will do, time to hunt in the forest." Muttering to himself, he teleported to the outskirts of the looming forest.

"We have to share the loot equally, I would let you cheat us like the last time." A woman played around with her short daggers, as she looked at the three women before her with a threatening glint in her eyes.

"Who cheated you? I never said we were sharing the loot with you in the first place. Are you in or out?" One of the women, a bow strapped to her wrist, shot back.

Her gaze lingered on Zane's high-end gear—everything from his clothes to his sword screamed premium. A glint of greed flashed in her eyes.

"You have to sign up front to split the loot or no game." The woman holding the daggers was adamant, not willing to be cheated again.

"Don't push it. We can easily find someone else." One of the women frowned, unwilling to share the loot—but they still needed the dagger woman's strength.

Zane who happened to witness the scene, gave them a brief glance and was about to leave when he felt an arrow whizzed through the air—aiming for his neck.

With a flick of his unsheathed sword, Zane deflected the arrow with ease. She frowned, turning toward the culprit—one of the three women from earlier.

"Pretty lady, hand over your sword."

The woman's words snapped the others' attention to Zane's gear. One of them let out a low whistle.

'Damn, that must've cost a fortune.' The same thought flashed through all their minds at once.

Only the dagger-wielding woman frowned at their greedy expressions. She looked at Zane with pity, knowing the others would strip him bare.

''We can sell it and convert it to real money.'' One of the women suggested to the other two, not bothering to lower her voice.

To them, Zane was one of those rich players who squandered money to buy rear game gears.

If Zane had gotten this item from a quest, his name would have been on the leaderboard and the quest removed from the interface.

And to be sure of their assumptions, one of them clicked on her interface, took a picture of Zane's sword, and ran it through the quest section.

Gasp…

Everyone turned to the woman to see her shocked expression. ''F*ck! It's an Epic item. F*ck, f*ck!'' the woman was so excited and shocked that she could only curse.

The other women were stunned, but quickly reacted and looked at the woman's interface.

To their surprise, the quest mission was still on, which means Zane bought the gear for about 100 million gold coins. (real money.)

Their gaze became heated as they turned to Zane. Even the dagger-wielding woman felt tempted to rob Zane—but she held herself back.

Zane was puzzled by the sudden shift in their expressions. One moment they looked greedy—now it felt like they wanted to strip him bare.

His grip around his sword hilt tightened unconsciously; his skin prickled under their gaze as they circled him.

''What other good things do you have? Take it out, while we are still nice.'' The woman with the arrow warned as she pointed her weapon at Zane.

The two other women brought out their weapons, their hearts beating with excitement, thinking they had caught a big fish.

Zane stayed silent and unsheathed his sword. With a flick of his wrist, it sliced sharply through the air.

''Let's duel.''