Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 208 - 208: Attack!

Back in the game world, Zane scrolled through the transparent screen; his EXP had accumulated to 200—after the kills he'd made in the past hour.

He wondered what to upgrade first; he didn't need coins when he had lots of them in his account already.

A glowing circle with twenty people suddenly appeared behind Zane.

Zane didn't spare them a glance and kept walking and his actions angered Sabrina.

"STOP!" Her angry bark echoed through the forest, and Zane stopped, turning back with a puzzled expression after glancing around to see if they were talking to someone else.

Sabrina faced his puzzled, clear eyes, and her anger reached the roof. "Don't you recognize me?" She couldn't help but ask with a hopeful tone—she had purposely left her game character the same as Zane defeated her.

"No." Zane gave a short reply and turned to leave, figuring she'd mistaken him for someone else, but before he could move forward, an attack was launched at his back.

Zane swiftly dodged to the side and turned toward the women who began circling him.

"What do you mean by this? Are you after my weapons too?" Zane asked, confused, why he was attacked the second time he came to this forest.

'Is it an event or how it's being played when entering the forest.' Zane felt he should really have read the rules of the game or he wouldn't be stumped for answers.

He checked his time and It was remaining ten minutes before he logged out.

"Who wants your broken gear. How can you forget me after that duel in the battle ring? Are you trying to humiliate me—defeating an elite-class warrior in a single duel like it was nothing?"

Sabrina announced her game class through gritted teeth, she wants nothing more than to inflict unmeasurable pain on Zane.

Zane stared, his mind filled with question marks as the woman ranted on about herself, his memories coming on blank as he looked at her figure.

Zane felt the woman must have a screw loose and didn't bother to say anything else, he just wanted enough EXP to upgrade his skills and move on.

Noticing Zane's unfamiliar indifferent gaze, her body trembled with anger, feeling her lackeys were secretly mocking her.

"Why are you standing there?! Attack!" She barked orders as she retrieved a beam gun from her inventory and shot at Zane who dodged—leaving the ground with scorched marks.

Zane dodged their attacks at an impossible angle—using the hilt of his sword, he slammed into a woman's jaw, a sickening crack echoing through the clearing.

With the ends of his unsheathed sword, he slammed into the other's stomach; the woman staggered from pain and let go of her weapon.

Another woman replaced a thin blade aiming at Zane's thighs, which he dodged using another woman as a shield.

Sabrina didn't care if her men were blocking her from getting a clear shot at Zane—she shot through them to get to Zane.

The women fighting were riddled with burn marks, pain pulsing through their nerves.

They glanced at Sabrina with anger and hatred but couldn't turn on her, or their families would bear the brunt of her family's power.

So those who could still fight endured the pain and kept on attacking Zane—hoping to end the battle quickly.

Zane noticed their behaviour and couldn't help but feel a flash of disgust in his heart at Sabrina's heartless attitude toward people working for her.

Though it was a game, the pain was real and amplified to the brain. So, to put them out of their misery, he drew his sword—and in one sweeping blow, took out six at once.

Their body glitched and they disappeared, the game instantly logging them out. Sabrina grew desperate as she saw this and retrieved a bomb from her inventory.

Not caring if she alerted the deadly crows by the noise, she pressed the trigger and threw it towards Zane and the rest.

Zane spotted the incoming object and reacted instantly, slashing it in half mid-air.

The force of his strike pushed the halves towards the side, and a loud sound erupted; the shockwaves pushed everyone back.

Zane's ten minutes were up, and he was logged out of the game, leaving Sabrina with the illusion she'd won.

Meanwhile, Kyle was mid-drown, a woman thrashing under his grip when he disappeared, logging out as well.

….

The pod let out a gas-like sound, the water draining as their eyes shut open. Zane's face was in a scowl, regretting setting a timer on the pod—he felt so unsatisfied with how he left things.

"Love, what happened to you?" He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his wife's voice.

He looked up to meet Cyra's grey eyes glancing at him from above.

"You're awake. It's nothing I met one crazy woman in the game." Zane's mood lifted as he explained what happened.

Cyra retrieved a towel from her space and wrapped it around his wet hair, drying it gently as she listened.

"I haven't logged into the game for more than five months, and the woman expects me to remember her. Can you imagine?" Zane became sure the woman had mental problems, or she wouldn't have asked such a stupid question.

"Mm…forget about her, are you hungry? The chef has already served dinner." Cyra changed the subject, not liking the fact he spoke of another woman, no matter who it was.

Zane didn't notice Cyra's possessive gaze, his attention was directed at the mention of food.

"I have to wash up, I'm coming!" Zane shouted as he sprinted out of the room, leaving the awkward Kyle with Cyra.

Cyra's gaze settled on Kyle's stiff expression, his blue hair becoming darker due to wetness, and his impeccable butler suit was hung on the couch.

"I didn't notice leisure like this interest you. I bagged you for a strict assassin." Cyra remarked with a surprised expression, and Kyle flushed in embarrassment.

"I was only testing if the pod was in excellent condition and nothing else." Kyle gave a weak retort and caught the towel she threw at him.

"Oh, I believe you." Cyra drawled with a serious face as she moved closer to him.

"I'm still waiting for you to kill me, don't make me wait too long." She said in a playful tone, poking his cheek with her long finger.

Kyle was stunned by her actions, watching her leave the room before he reacted. His face visibly flushed and his eyes flashed with anger at her words.

It wasn't his fault she was hard to kill. 'Why did it sound like he was enjoying it, the way she phrased her words?'