Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 221 - 221: What did you do with the bodies?

Nicole watched the intruders from her hidden spot.

"Are you sure we're in the right place? We've been walking for hours and no mansion in sight," a woman's impatient tone cut through the silence. Others grunted in agreement, their gazes flicking to the leader.

The woman in front frowned, clearly displeased, and raised her laser gun, pointing it at the complainer's forehead.

"Another word from you…" she trailed off coldly. The sound of the safety clicking off sent a clear message.

Everyone fell silent, their eyes wary as they faced their employer. The woman under the gun trembled but subtly reached for her own weapon.

Lowering her gun, the leader snapped, "No one questions me on this mission. Anyone who disobeys—"

She pulled the trigger.

A blast of blue light ripped through a tree—unfortunately, the one closest to Nicole's hiding spot.

Nicole stepped out, finding no reason to stay hidden. There wasn't anyone among them strong enough to pose a threat.

"Who are you?" the leader asked, tension rising in her voice. She fired without warning, hoping to catch Nicole off guard.

To her horror, Nicole sidestepped the shot with ease.

"I should be the one asking that," Nicole replied, her voice low. Her fangs began to emerge at the rhythm of their frightened heartbeats. "Who sent you?"

The leader didn't answer. Instead, she barked, "Attack!"

From Nicole's question, she deduced she was from the island—but couldn't understand how their presence had been discovered so quickly. They hadn't even made it halfway through their route.

Nicole vanished and reappeared behind her. Her fangs gleamed under the moonlight as she sank them into the woman's throat.

Warm blood flowed down her throat. A satisfied hum rippled through her as she drank deeply.

The woman's resistance weakened with every second, her life draining away. Nicole drank her dry, then flung her corpse aside like garbage.

Dread seeped into the others. Some women staggered back in terror. 'This wasn't a human. It was something else.'

The leader turned to flee, hoping Nicole's attention was elsewhere.

She had to report this—someone supernatural was working for the island's mistress.

Nicole noticed the movement in her peripheral vision but didn't react. That woman wouldn't escape. Nicole had no intention of killing her. She needed answers.

The fleeing woman ran with desperation in her limbs. She tapped her hologram screen mid-run, preparing to send out a warning.

But before her finger could hit "send," her vision turned black.

Nicole retracted her hand from the back of the woman's neck, grabbed her collar, and flashed back to the mansion.

In the underground torture room, she chained the unconscious woman to the wall and walked out. The wall slid closed behind her with a hiss.

"Butler, the other location?" Nicole asked as she reconnected with Kyle's signal. But only static and muffled sounds came through.

Her brows drew together in a frown.

Before she could inquire further, a new map popped onto her screen.

Nicole hesitated for a moment, but recalling Kyle's skillful fight with Viktor, she made up her mind and headed toward the location flashing on her screen.

….

Kyle dodged the incoming attack, flipping onto his hands and snapping his legs around the attacker's neck. A hidden blade slid across her throat, slicing it open.

Blue lunged, pinning another woman down. He tore out her throat with his fangs, blood spraying onto his dark fur.

"Run!" the remaining leader screamed, realizing they were hopelessly outmatched.

But before she reached the cave's exit, a dagger flew through the air, piercing her chest cleanly.

She collapsed with a heavy thud, the sound sending a chill of dread through the hearts of the remaining people.

Kyle's eyes narrowed. "Did the Dark Organization send you?"

"I don't know who the employer is. I just accepted a kill order from the black web. Please let me go—I won't forget this favor," the woman pleaded, trying to mask her trembling with a calm tone.

"Same as her—I took the order. You know how it is in the assassin business, no grudges," another woman added, lying on the ground with blood seeping from her side.

Her face held sincere desperation as her fingers inched toward the hidden dagger at her ankle, knowing it was pointless to summon her beast while Blue stood guard.

"Pity," Kyle said quietly.

Confusion flickered across their faces—right before his daggers plunged into their throats.

They gurgled on their own blood, coughing until the life left their eyes.

"Blue, drag their bodies out of the cave," Kyle ordered, swiping across his hologram screen. "Hmm… still some pests left."

He sent the coordinates to Nicole.

He wasn't in the mood to fight anymore. These enemies were dull.

Killing Cyra would've been far more exhilarating. At least she made his blood race.

He quickly shook himself awake before his thoughts spiralled out of control.

"Blue, we're going back," Kyle said, raising his hand to pat Blue's fur—but paused at the sight of dried blood and mud.

He pulled his hand back, choosing to walk instead of riding.

"Make sure you wash when we get back," he added, strolling at a leisurely pace, letting the night breeze and the chirping of crickets soothe his thoughts.

Halfway through the woods, he paused. "Blue, what did you do with the bodies?"

Blue, now in his smaller form, tilted his head. "Wasn't I supposed to bury them?"

Kyle blinked. "How the hell did you bury them so fast? I asked you to drag them out, not bury them. Did you even dig!?"

"Meow?! I covered them with sand. Isn't that how it's done?"

Blue was genuinely confused. Kyle had either burnt or dissolved corpses with chemicals. Blue had never seen an actual burial.

"Dammit!" Kyle groaned and facepalmed. "Why do I keep sending you on errands!?"

He turned back toward the cave in frustration.

Blue trailed behind quietly, trying to mask his presence—fully aware he'd done something wrong.

….

Cyra heard the alarm chime from her bracelet but remained unfazed, confident that Kyle and Nicole could handle it.

She dried her hair and changed into a loose nightgown before stepping out of her room.

As she closed her door, the one across from her opened.

"Mistress, you're out," Viktor said in a low, velvety tone. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he tugged at the belt of his bathrobe.

Cyra's gaze followed his tousled curls and quickening heartbeat.

Her fangs throbbed.