Transmigrated into a reversed world Chapter 207 207: kill me and we’ll die together

In another location in the ga world, a woman smiled sinisterly as one of her n whispered in her ear.

"Miss, that person has logged into the ga." Her words made the woman rember that woman who defeated her in the battle ring.

After waiting for almost five months, that woman has finally logged in. "Where is she now? Gather everyone! I'll make sure she regrets logging in ever again." Miss Black spoke through gritted teeth.

The sting of her defeat by Zane still burned fresh in her mind.

anwhile, Zane walked through the forest, unaware soone was coming after him for revenge.

Zane pushed the huge umbrella leaf to the side to pass when he felt a predator-filled gaze coming from behind a tree in front.

Zane remained calm, a wave of nostalgia washing over him—this predatory tension reminded him of the Desolate Lands.

He moved forward calmly, pretending not to notice the predator lurking in the shadows.

The beast's feline gaze followed its prey movent, and tensed up, ready to launch an attack.

Zane moved forward, his hands wrapping around the hilt of the sword as he moved closer to where the beast hid.

''Clang!''

The beast struck fast—claws eting steel as Zane blocked, the clash echoing with a piercing tallic screech.

Zane stepped back, dodging the beast's strike—and finally got a clear look at it.

The beast was a deford fusion of lizard and snake. Its upper body resembled a massive green lizard with tallic claws, while its face and tail bore the sleek, deadly traits of a serpent.

Zane's face twisted in disgust at the beast's deford, unnatural form.

As if the beasts could sense Zane's attack, it hissed, spraying out a streak of venom from its fangs.

Zane dodged the venomous spray and drew his sword, ready to end it.

Zane swung his sword in a clean arc—blood sprayed as the beast was cleaved in two, dead in a single strike.

A flash of numbers floated from the beast's corpse, and a transparent screen appeared before Zane.

[Beast defeated: 10 EXP.] Zane glanced at the number in confusion before turning to the interface.

[Insufficient EXP to convert. Minimum required: 100 EXP.] Confused, Zane made a ntal note to ask Viktor about it once he logged out.

He scrolled through the screen; so columns, New Skill, Class, Titles, and World Access, were dim due to a lack of sufficient Exp points.

Zane dismissed the screen, confused. Things were never this complicated in the battle ring.

'I have to study everything when I get back.' With those thoughts, he continued his journey through the forest.

anwhile Miss Black and twenty ordered players appeared at the forest entrance.

One of them had a map with a red dot moving around the screen—zooming in on Zane's current location, she alerted the boss.

''Boss, she is currently passing the slicrow territory.''

As the map enlarged, Miss Black's lips curled into a slow, venomous smile.

''We'll ambush her here. Don't underestimate her, she is strong.'' She warned though it stung to admit. A sharp, murderous glint filled her gaze as she watched the red moving dot.

'I, Miss Sabrina Black, the young miss of the Black aristocrat family, was humiliated by an unknown player—I'll break you until the taste of your victory turns into your nightmare. Wait for .' The twisted thrill of revenge surged through her chest.

Pressing her palms over her thighs, she sucked in deep breaths suppressing her emotions.

''Crock, initiate the teleportation. Let's go hunt.'' Sabrina instructed, excitent making her voice tremble.

The rest shivered from fear, though they kept a calm face; they felt a burst of pity for Zane, hoping she escaped these psycho's clutches.

A circle appeared surrounding them and they disappeared.

…..

Back at the Mansion, Viktor was done clearing up the bodies. His waist and hands were numb, ''Ah…I'm so tired and hungry.'' Viktor muttered, massaging his waist as the car drove back.

"Master, hisss…you are getting lazy. Where had all your strength gone to? You used to—" Pain rants were caught off by a painful hiss.

"Oh…you were saying?" Viktor's voice was dangerously low, his hands wrapped around Pain's neck, choking it.

Pain thrashed his tail against Viktor's grip, gasping for breath.

Viktor could feel an invisible hand choking his throat as well, but instead of feeling panic, his grip tightened.

Pain's vision blurred, its tail falling limp before Viktor released him. "Hhh….mad man…" Pain muttered weakly, sucking in the air greedily—its heart filled with anger and fear.

Pain knew that if he weren't Viktor's soul beast, he'd be a stylish pair of boots by now.

Viktor caressed his numb neck, fascinated by how he and Pain could share the sa pain. "Next ti you gloat, I will bury you in a jar," Viktor warned lazily as he leaned into the seat—closing his eyes to relax.

Pain shivered knowing Viktor ant what he said—it regretted getting carried away by seeing his master suffer, that it didn't hide its emotions well.

"If you keep on treating this way, one day you might actually kill and we'll die together. You won't see your Mistress again. Hmph!" Pain snorted as it inched closer to the window, ready to make a run for it the minute Viktor tried to attack.

Viktor's raising hands paused mid-air as Pain's words flashed in his mind. The thought of not seeing Cyra again made his heart clench painfully.

At this mont, he felt Pain was right, but to show he wasn't affected, or Pain would use it as a handle over him.

"Your scales are getting old. I don't mind fastening the process of making you shed." Viktor's voice was filled with blatant threats.

"You!" Pain scread, its body trembling with anger but it dared not push Viktor any further or might be in for a lot of pain.

Viktor snorted at Pain's cowardly figure and turned on his hologram screen, to pass the ti.

He started a movie and reached for a snack from his space when he rembered Cyra's ban on snacks for a month.

Though she wasn't here, he couldn't bring it in himself to disobey her words and watched his movie honestly.

As the car drove into the parking lot, Viktor was startled awake. He rubbed his eyes wondering when he slept off, yawn…he checked the ti as he turned off the new movie playing.

6:30. P.m. It was already late; his stomach growled in hunger, and he moved towards the dining room, forgetting Pain entirely.

Pain sighed, not surprised that Viktor forgot about it, already used it by now.

Luckily, Pain had a tough mind—or he'd have spiralled into depression long ago under a master like Viktor.