Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 257: I have news about the island

The alarm went off for the tenth time, and Kyle finally felt that this situation couldn’t continue. The sun was already high in the sky, and he was still in bed, wrapped in his covers.

Kyle looked at his ceiling with a blank expression, groaning softly and straightening up, but he didn’t control his speed and nearly fell out of bed.

“What the hell!" His voice shot up in shock, fingers gripping the bedcovers like an anchor as he slowly got out of bed, afraid to cause another mishap.

On his way to the bathroom, he accidentally sped up, bumping his shoulder on the wall, and a pained huff escaped his lips.

“She didn’t say anything about it being this uncontrollable. I’ve to ask Nicole for guidance," Kyle muttered to himself, hitting his forehead against the wall in frustration.

Then he remembered Blue and quickly called him out from the tattoo. “Masterrr....meow alive!’’ Blue rushed toward Kyle in excitement, its head nuzzling against his legs.

“Huh? Why are you cold, master?’’ Blue asked, confusion flickering in its feline eyes, and patted Kyle’s legs with its paws, tilting its head.

“Yawn... I’m dead, well, not really dead.’’ Kyle felt even more confused as he tried to explain to Blue. Blue’s small mouth was agape with shock and confusion at his words.

Kyle facepalmed and stopped explaining. He didn’t fully understand what he had become, only that he hated the sun now and could only feed on blood... ahh... and the speed too.

The sharp notification sound from his bracelet snapped him out of his thinking. He tapped it, and a hologram screen appeared, displaying a message from Mira reporting the amount of goods produced.

After reading, his eyes landed on the sun high in the sky outside his window, and a tired sigh escaped his lips.

He was about to turn off the hologram screen when his eyes suddenly landed on the message sent to Cyra—pausing briefly, he tapped on the message box, and what he read almost made him throw his bracelet at the wall—if only it weren’t stuck to his wrist.

“Work, work, work!” Kyle’s sudden outburst startled Blue, causing it to step back slightly, its feline eyes flickering with confusion.

“Meow...?’’

Kyle ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. He calmed himself, then became curious about what Cyra was planning to do with the information about the aristocrats’ family branch.

“What does she want to do this time?” Muttering to himself, he entered the bathroom to prepare for the day, though his thoughts were distracted the entire time.

Kyle buttoned up his butler uniform and combed his hair back, checking his reflection one last time. He left the room with Blue following behind.

The servant quarters were alive with activity; the sounds of footsteps and a pounding heartbeat filled Kyle’s ears. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

His grip on the door handle tightened, and a frown appeared on his lips as he was hit with a sudden rush of sounds around him.

Blue patted Kyle’s ankle worriedly; it could sense that its master was uncomfortable through their bond.

“Masterrr, are you alright? Maybe you should ask for a leave," Blue suggested, as it looked up to Kyle’s furrowed brows.

Kyle, for once, accepted his beast’s suggestion. The sunlight coming through the windows was making his skin itch and feel sleepy.

He went back to his room, changed into comfy clothes, and drew the curtain blinds, making the room dark.

Kyle brought out his cube and started searching for the information Cyra needed, not before answering Mira and letting her know he would be absent.

“Make a video record of the quantity produced and include any other details that need my attention. I’ll handle everything tonight.” Sending the message, he turned off his hologram screen.

His gaze shifted to the four large hologram screens spread out in front of him, with his eyes landing on the drone footage, and he straightened in his seat when he saw the image of a building guarded by guards.

“Huh? I almost thought my information was wrong... who would have thought someone would be leaving on this island?" Kyle muttered, his eyes flickering with excitement at discovering the mastermind behind Dark Organization’s hideout.

He noted the location and controlled his drone to turn back; he wasn’t about to alert them of his presence.

Kyle quickly got up, his chair scraping as he hurried out of his room; the surrounding sounds temporarily faded away because of his haste.

He descended the stairs, his figure quickening, becoming a blur as he passed the staff, who frowned in confusion as they glanced toward the corner—they could’ve sworn someone had brushed past them.

Entering the mansion, he skidded to a stop, realizing he had lost his composure. Dusting imaginary dirt from his clothes to hide his embarrassment, he changed direction toward the cellar, assuming Cyra wouldn’t leave her room until dark like every other day.

But when he passed the living room, he caught a glimpse of her red hair from the corner of his eye and walked backward.

“You’re awake!” Kyle blurted out in surprise when his eyes landed on Cyra, who sat comfortably on the sofa with a glass of blood in her hand.

Cyra looked up, her gaze scanning his sweatpants and loose top with a raised brow. “And you look like you’re sleeping in too,” she muttered calmly in response.

Kyle was confused for a split second at her words before his eyes widened as he finally noticed what he was putting on.

A flush of embarrassment spread across his cheeks; he hesitated over whether to go back and change or continue as he was.

“If you want to change your work time, you can. I’m not a heartless boss.” Cyra muttered, a helpless smile curling her lips for a moment before it vanished—gone before he could notice.

She knew he was still adjusting to the changes in his body—she had forgotten to give him a few days off.

“You can take a week off and choose what time you want to work if the sun is too uncomfortable,” Cyra added thoughtfully, turning on her hologram screen to signal the end of the discussion.

Kyle nearly rolled his eyes to the sky when he heard her say she wasn’t a heartless boss. He held back a snort and nodded in thanks for the leave she gave him.

“Um, Mrs. Cyra, I have news about the island.” Kyle moved closer, his expression turning serious as he showed her the footage of the building the drone had caught earlier.

Cyra looked at the image on the hologram screen and was at a loss for a moment before she remembered when he had told her about the possible hideout of the Dark Organization’s leader.

“Is it the island where the shipments of brains were being sent to?” Cyra asked to confirm, and upon his nod, she looked more closely at the footage, her eyes turning cold.

“Send the coordinates. I’ll be paying them a visit.” Cyra’s tone was so calm that it made Kyle’s heart skip a beat—equal parts excitement and fear.

“Can I go with you?” Kyle blurted out his thoughts, then froze when he realized what he said.

Cyra chuckled at his stunned expression, the coldness around her fading instantly with his words.

“You can come... You don’t have to look so embarrassed and shocked.” Cyra teased, chuckling loudly when she saw a flash of anger flicker in his gaze.

Kyle wished he could turn back time and shut his mouth, but secretly, he was thrilled to be going with her.

“We’ll leave tonight,” Cyra added before taking a sip from her glass.

“Hmm,” Kyle hummed with a wooden expression and quickened his pace as he left the room, unwilling to stay in her presence any longer.