Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 259: I expect a thrilling fight. Disappointing

The aircraft stayed quiet as they continued their journey. Kyle gazed out the window, admiring the countless stars in the sky.

After moment passed, he withdrew his gaze, his fangs aching softly from hunger, then he realized he hadn’t drunk a sip of blood since morning.

He wasn’t sure if it was because Cyra’s blood had ruined his taste buds or if he simply couldn’t tolerate any other blood from those blood bags he scanned through today.

“Why are you staring at my neck so intently?” Cyra’s abrupt words made him realize he had been staring at her.

Cyra opened her eyes, her questioning gaze locking with his, before a flash of realization crossed her face.

“You don’t want to feed from me again, right?” Cyra was just guessing when Kyle gulped, his eyes nearly flashing a big yes sign.

“Can I...’’ Kyle whispered, his gaze tracing the vein in her neck as his fangs throbbed painfully.

She fake-nodded in agreement, but before he could get his hopes up, she accurately tossed a blood-filled bottle onto his thighs—her eyes flashing with a teasing glint.

“No~ Drink up.” Cyra broke into a low chuckle when she saw the disappointment on his face, which he tried to hide.

“Humph, it’s not like I wanted to drink your blood. I didn’t bring any blood bags with me, and I’m hungry," Kyle huffed under his breath, flushing in embarrassment as his explanation sounded flat to his ears, like he was trying to deny it.

He quickly opened the bottle and took a deep gulp, his face slightly wrinkling from the inferior taste, but he didn’t pause and emptied the bottle. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

He wiped his mouth and tucked his stained handkerchief into his pocket.

“Thanks,” he muttered under his breath, turned on his cube supercomputer, and started working on the aristocrats’ information.

Cyra said nothing and closed her eyes to rest.

Their aircraft soared through the night sky, its metallic body gleaming ominously under the moonlight.

....

On the island, Zane was in the process of painting when an anxious knock interrupted him, causing his paintbrush to slip across the painting and nearly ruin it.

He frowned, his eyes flashing with annoyance at the interruption.

“Come in," he called out, his voice sharp with annoyance, and he placed the paintbrush down.

But seconds passed, and no one opened the door. Zane almost thought he had heard wrong and was about to continue when the knock came again.

Zane’s frown deepened as he stared intently at the door, like he was trying to see who on the other side dared to prank him.

He lost interest in returning to his painting and rose to his feet, heading toward the door. As he turned the knob, a flash of light appeared in his eyes as a thought crossed his mind.

Zane pulled open the door, and a silver glint flashed in the dark, aiming at his neck at a speed he couldn’t dodge.

The dagger sank in, but to the woman’s disbelief and shock, Zane, who should have collapsed to the ground and died choking on his own blood, frowned instead.

She watched him pull out the dagger as if he were removing a necklace from his neck—her heart skipped in fear, and she turned on her heels, trying to escape, sensing that Zane wasn’t normal.

“How could a guest leave so quickly without enjoying the hospitality of the host?” Viktor muttered in a singsong tone, blocking the woman’s path.

And when she tried to escape the other way, Zane blocked her way, holding the bloodstained dagger loosely in his hand, his neck also stained with blood.

A sudden realization dawned on the woman, causing her face to lose all colour.

“You both set a trap for me!” she yelled in anger mixed with fear as she quietly summoned her soul beast.

Pain, which was wrapped around Viktor’s wrist, heard the faint hissing sound. It flicked its tongue and slipped away from Viktor’s wrist.

“Hmm, you’re right~ torture for efforts,” Viktor responded in a singsong tone, blatantly telling the woman that what awaited her was torture.

Zane stayed quiet during their exchange, recalling what happened earlier today.

**Earlier**

Zane had just finished punishing Greed for his excess sugar intake and went up the stairs to return to his studio.

“Let’s play a game. I’m bored. There are no weeds growing around those flowers, so I’m stuck doing nothing," Viktor leaned on the stair handle, his eyes drifting downward.

Zane paused at his words, and he had already noticed Viktor’s presence when he started climbing the stairs.

“Don’t you have movies to watch, and wouldn’t you have breakfast... Isn’t it too early for games?” Zane genuinely thought Viktor would take a nap since he had nothing to do; after all, he was sure Viktor had stayed up all night torturing the intruders.

“Huh? Who said there was a specific time to play games? You sound like those tutors who drone on and—” Viktor’s words were cut off by a beep from his bracelet.

He clicked on the screen, a bright smile spreading across his face.

“Hold up, we’ll finish this discussion later. Someone has taken the bait; they should be on their way to the island as we speak. Viktor’s voice nearly grew high-pitched with excitement. He expanded his screen and showed him the assassination order, to which he responded.

Zane jogged up the remaining stairs and moved closer to him to get a clear view of his screen.

“Order Accepted.” The words were written in bold letters.

“So, should we go to town and ambush the person first or wait?” Zane asked, impatience in his voice.

He wanted to quickly extract the names of their Organization’s top leaders, which would lead them to the main boss behind the scenes.

“No, why all this stress to find an assassin in a town full of people when the person can come to you themselves?” Viktor refused, feeling they might alert the person if he or she was skilled at their job.

“Sigh... let’s wait. Go back and sleep. I won’t be playing games with you today.” Zane left those words and quickly ran up the stairs before Viktor could react.

“Why?!” Viktor’s shout echoed behind him, but he didn’t stop to look. He wanted to catch up on the movie he had been watching and paint later.

**Present**

A loud, pained scream tore through the woman’s lungs as Pain sank its fangs into her snake’s throat.

Zane snapped out of his thoughts and looked over to see the woman rolling on the ground with her face etched with pain.

“Pain is enough. Don’t damage her too soon. I need intel.” Viktor ordered, his tone indifferent to the woman’s suffering.

“She might be one of the lower-level assassins... I expect a thrilling fight. Disappointing,” Zane muttered calmly, bored by how quickly the woman was taken out.

He had expected a fight; he wanted to exercise a bit, and he knew they wouldn’t get access to the top figures so soon.

“We have to be patient. Once the difficulty of your assassination order increases, more skilled top-level assassins will appear... patience,” Viktor said as he knocked the woman out.

Her screams stopped abruptly.

“Alright. Make sure to tell the servants to wipe off the bloodstains. Good night," Zane instructed as he tossed the bloodstained dagger on the ground and returned to his studio to continue painting.