Transmigrated into a reversed world Chapter 104 104

Kyle walked out of the room calmly and left the Mansion, heading into the forest. He stopped in front of a tree.

"Bang!"

He kicked the trunk fiercely, releasing all his pent-up rage.

"Ahh...I'll kill her if it's the last thing I do!" He scread into the trees.

"But, master, how can you kill her? She's unkillable." Blue's words doused his fury like a bucket of cold water.

"Sheesh... Can't you tell sothing positive?" Kyle frowned and plucked out the leaf particles from his clothes. Arranging his cuffs and pushing his hair back in place.

His mind raced with plans to find her weakness- every living thing had one.

Months passed, The island functioned as usual, with everything appearing calm. However, if anyone noticed the dwindling number of mansion staff, they would realize that things weren't as normal as they seed.

anwhile, Viktor was having the ti of his life- torturing different assassins by day and by night, tending to his flowers, which blood healthy from the constant supply of nutrients.

Kyle's room had beco a stalker's room. The walls were lined with pictures of Cyra, his target. He worked tirelessly to uncover her weakness, after monitoring her secretly and during his afternoon attacks.

"Bang!"

In frustration, he stabbed a knife through the center of one of her pictures. Why can't he kill her? Was he wrong to attack during the day? He bit his lips and paced around the room, lost in thoughts. Blue, watching from the corner, felt dizzy from Kyle's pacing figure.

Blue shook his fur and was about to climb onto the window sill to sleep when Kyle stopped pacing.

"Yes! We attack tonight!" His loud shout startled Blue, who hit his head on the table with a loud thud.

Blue saw stars and was disoriented for a few minutes before the pain lessened.

"ow!...Master!" Blue owed angrily. "Go by yourself! I won't go with you!" Blue climbed onto the sill; his angry back turned to Kyle- he closed his eyes, ignoring Kyle.

Kyle stood dumbfounded at Blue's emotional outburst, clueless about the cause. Maybe he was in one of his moods. Shrugging carelessly, he turned back to the board, glaring at Cyra's picture as if she were standing in front of him.

For Kyle, it was not a matter of killing again but to regain his honor as one of the best assassins there is.

He wouldn't resort to poison; it was beneath him, but Cyra had never once eaten any food. All she ever did was make him deliver blood bags to the mansion's cold room.

He checked his bracelet for the ti- It was almost ti to recruit new people for the mansion.

He went into the bathroom, freshened up, and cast a glance at Blue, who was still sulking. Ignoring his beast, Kyle went downstairs.

He skipped breakfast since he was already running late and planned to eat at the mansion later.

He selected a car from the garage beside the staff quarters, putting in the power source cube, and drove out.

As he passed the trees along a paved road, he rolled down the window a little, letting the fresh air in. For a mont, he felt at peace, enjoying the quiet.

After three hours, he passed a large hospital that opened a month ago. He rembered the excitent when it was built- the workers were glad they no longer had to cross the ocean for dical care.

Of course, the island's owner hadn't bothered to attend the grand opening. Instead, she had introduced new rules: island residents were now required to donate blood every month. Only a selected few whose blood passed certain tests were allowed to donate.

Kyle often wondered what she did with all that blood. He even hoped at one point she had an incurable illness. But he quickly squashed those thoughts. No, he wanted to kill her himself.

Driving past the hospital, he continued for another thirty minutes before reaching the bustling town.

People went about their business, so in charge of the crops and others breeding animals. The Island had beco almost self-sufficient, cut off from the rest of the cities. Despite everything, Kyle felt a sense of pride in what the island was becoming. Even with all the work handed over to him, he felt proud.

"Dammit...why are you proud when you're being worked to the bones and have an infuriating hand-off boss.'' He muttered under his breath; he thought his boss was supposed to have an awareness to take it easy on a man.

But obviously, it's not in her vocabulary; he has to get himself an island manager to take care of the daily tasks so he can face only the mansion and further his plans to assassinate her.

His eyes sharpened and his expression was calm and stern as he stepped out of the car.