Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 258: This target looks stunning

“I smell like monster blood," Erica complained as she wiped the blood from her shoulder.

Amelia lay on the ground with her hands above her head as she stared at the dark sky. “You’ll get used to it. We might be staying here for a while.” She muttered softly; exhaustion was clear in her voice.

“I-I have some water remaining," Ayra stammered softly as she shyly extended the water bottle toward Erica.

“Thanks, but I’d better wash up instead.” Erica waved her hand dismissively, got to her feet, and headed toward the stream.

“Yawn...go on then.” A yawn escaped Amelia’s lips as she turned on her side to face Ayra, who stiffened slightly from the attention.

“Tsk, if I didn’t know how strong you are, I might have been fooled by your shy behavior.” Amelia clicked her tongue as she gave Ayra another glance, feeling her looks were really deceiving.

During the days they were here, Ayra had the most monster kills, not that she was keeping track, but the monster corpses piling up around her during fights were hair-raising.

“I’m going to sleep,” Ayra squeaked out nervously and dashed to her tent under a calm stare.

Amelia glanced at her fleeing direction for a moment before shaking her head and looking away: around her, women with exhausted faces and bloodstained clothes.

Everyone trained here by hunting in the West Oasis; those licks were a headache to kill alone, so small groups were formed to destroy them.

No one knows when they will return to Desire Island, but they know they can never challenge the north Oaiss and settle in the easiest place to improve their strength.

“Haa... I wish I could eat stewed meat,” Amelia muttered to the sky. Her tongue had gone numb over the past few days since she started drinking that tree sap—she missed Camilie, but she knew she had to suppress that feeling and become stronger if she wanted to work for someone like Cyra.

A disappointed sigh escaped her lips, and she got up to wash up and sleep; she had another exhausting day ahead.

...

Camile, on the island, had blocked Viktor’s path. “Sir, please, can I have a moment?’’ Camile asked in a low voice, stiffening slightly as Viktor’s golden eyes locked onto her.

“Talk,” Viktor responded curtly, covering his mouth to hide a yawn. His curls bounced gently as he moved, making him look like an innocent, naive young man, and Camile lowered her guard.

If she had been an enemy, that would have been the biggest mistake she ever made in front of Viktor; he could have easily snapped her neck in seconds before she could react. Luckily, she wasn’t an enemy.

“Umm, sir, the woman who left that day with the boss... isn’t back. I can’t reach my sister,” Camile muttered, everything in one breath, fidgeting as Viktor remained silent.

Viktor scrutinized the young woman discreetly under his sleepy eyes, realizing she truly wanted to know about her family member. He slid the dagger back into his pocket.

“She should be training at the moment." Viktor left those words and brushed past her, and left before Camile could ask more questions

Camile felt a bit relieved by his words, unaware that Viktor was making a random guess and didn’t know if she was among the women who had died in that northern oasis.

Viktor went straight to the mansion’s kitchen, craving something sweet this afternoon. “Did I send those lists to her?’’ He muttered to himself, his face furrowed as he tried to remember. He quickly turned on his bracelet and checked his message box.

Seeing that he hadn’t sent the list of people involved in the attack, he quickly forwarded it to Cyra. After shutting his screen, he headed to the kitchen and stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.

“Greed, you greedy beast. At least leave some for me!" Viktor’s shout startled Greed so much that he nearly slipped off the stool he was standing on.

He turned with a cookie in his mouth, holding the jar on his left arm, while his right arm reached for another treat inside the cupboard.

His eyes widened in surprise at being caught red-handed. Unable to lie, he did the next best thing—he finished the cookie in his mouth and sprinted toward the open kitchen window with the entire jar in hand.

“No, you don’t!” Viktor’s fingers seized his collar before he could succeed.

Greed glanced at the furious Viktor with a sheepish smile. “Here, there’s some remaining, I didn’t eat them all... don’t tell my master.” He pleaded, blinking innocently as he handed over the jar.

Viktor snorted and was about to grab the jar when a voice stopped them both.

“So you’re the ones stealing the cookies I make. You could have at least told me, and I would have increased the quantity; instead, you made me think a rodent had infested the kitchen," Louis snapped in anger as he shot both of them a glare.

He was so annoyed that he forgot how powerful Viktor was; now he really wanted to beat them up.

“You are banned fro—” Viktor cut off Louis’ words before he could finish.

“Um, Chef San, I swear, today was the first time I went to your cookie stash. It was Greed doing the stealing.” Viktor quickly pushed Greed forward, even pointing at the crumbs around his lips as proof.

Louis’s eyes narrowed at the young child, then a sudden thought crossed his mind. “Are you one who stole the short cakes and cookies from my room as well?” Louis was just making a random guess, but froze when he saw Greed’s guilty expression.

Viktor quietly crept out of the kitchen, noticing Louis was about to lose it, and as soon as he left, he heard Louis’ angry yell. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He winced, rubbed his ears, and went in search of Zane.

Greed was reprimanded so harshly that he nearly cried. He apologized again and again until Louis felt sorry for him and let him go.

But before he could celebrate his freedom, he ran into Zane, whose smile made him turn and run for his life.

“When you finish running, you’ll come back to face your punishment. You’ve forgotten how you had a stomach upset from too many sweets.” Zane’s words froze Greed in his tracks, and he burst into tears for real this time, returning to Zane with a hopeless look.

....

On the other side of the island, a woman wearing a black cap looked at Zane’s picture on her hologram screen.

“This target looks stunning. If I didn’t have to kill him, I would have pursued him instead," the woman whispered to herself. The reward made her salivate, and after staring at his picture for a moment, she shut her hologram screen and boarded the boat to the island.

....

As night fell, Kyle, dressed in black overalls, grabbed his suitcase filled with daggers and cubes, then left the room with Blue following behind him.

He walked up to the parked aircraft, where Cyra was already waiting patiently for him.

“Let’s go,” She muttered as soon as he entered. She slid into the power cube, and the aircraft hummed to life, soaring through the sky following the coordinates to the island they were headed to.

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