Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 253: I don’t think it would be fresh

It was afternoon on Desire Island. On the other side of the island, where rocks were scattered across the ground, Kyle’s busy figure was visible.

Unaware of the danger closing in, Kyle rubbed his numb shoulders and poured the chemicals over the piles of corpses scattered across the rocky ground.

The corpses burned to ash, and the wind carried them away, leaving behind only traces of struggle and dark bloodstains as proof that something had happened here.

“Phew...” Kyle rubbed his lower back and stretched his arms, fatigue etched across his face after countless sleepless hours defending the island from relentless attacks.

He hasn’t even had a chance to check the drone footage, as he uses every free moment to catch up on sleep.

He climbed onto the small bike parked against a tree and rode back to the mansion, the wind hitting his face, with glimpses of trees flashing past at the corner of his eyes as he checked the surveillance footage on his hologram screen.

“Another wave of attack might strike tonight; hopefully, Cyra would return and deal with this once and for all.” The wind muffled Kyle’s words, his expression filled with anticipation of Cyra’s arrival.

He’d been in a good mood all day, fooling himself into believing it was because the attacks would stop once Cyra returned, rather than admitting he simply missed her.

Two hours later, he arrived at the mansion. Getting off the bike, he took out the cube and shut off the power.

Mira, leaving the servant quarters, saw Kyle from afar and hurried toward him with an excited smile.

“Butler, we finally managed to make a finished product good enough for mass production. Did you...” Kyle interrupted him before he could finish, waving his hand in the air as a sign of later.

Kyle hurried to his room for a quick bath and a short rest before another attack hit the island.

His eyes grew heavy with sleep, and yawns slipped endlessly from his lips. Nodding off under the shower, he finally turned it off. After drying his hair, he lay on the bed—but not before neatly arranging his butler’s uniform on the chair, each fold perfectly aligned with the next.

...

An aircraft’s metallic body gleamed under the moonlight as it hovered above the forest, and two blond-haired women, who bore a striking resemblance, jumped out.

They landed flawlessly on their feet, their eyes shining ominously with pupils like a feline—glowing red with a vertical slit in the center.

“Growl...sister~ it’s a full moon. A night to bathe in blood...” the blond-haired woman in black pants giggled eerily as she said those words.

While one of the white pants responded with equally disturbing words, “I call dips on the heart, it’s the freshest and filling.”

The other people dressed in black who followed them down from the aircraft broke out in goosebumps, their hearts skipping a beat as they backed up, creating enough space between them and these monsters.

These desert twins were known for eating their victims before killing them, claiming that the meat was freshest when they were alive rather than dead.

“M-M-Miss, madam said we should get information about the stream first before you can kill him,” a woman stammered under their vacant stare, but forced herself to pass along Madam’s instruction.

Suddenly, a streak of silver light flashed past, and the woman who had just spoken clutched her bleeding neck in disbelief before collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud.

The blonde in black pants slowly licked the blood off her claws in front of their shocked faces. “No one tells me and my sister when to kill, no one!” she finished with a wild, bone-chilling laugh.

The rest of them nodded frantically, their heads bobbing so hard it was a wonder they didn’t come off. Meanwhile, the blonde in white pants gazed at the woman’s body with a regretful expression.

“We could at least have eaten her before you killed her... what a waste.” Her words sent a chill through them; they had thought she was the levelheaded one, but instead, she was even worse than her twin.

They followed behind them cautiously, not daring to leave their unprotected back to the two, feeling they would die faster in their hands before reaching their opponent.

In other parts of the forest, different groups were seen moving in the same direction.

Kyle was awakened by the sharp beep of an alarm on his bracelet. He groaned into the pillow, his face showing reluctance and frustration.

"Ah... again," He muttered with a tired yawn before tapping on his bracelet, and a blue hologram screen appeared.

He saw numerous red dots scattered across the screen and focused on those near the mansion, leaving the others for Nicole to handle.

He called out his beast; the cat tattoo on his back flashed with light, and Blue appeared on the bed.

“Meow!! masterrr, I’m going on strike! My beautiful paws and body reek of blood. When will this attack stop?!” Blue’s fur bristled with anger as it let out a sharp cry in rage.

“Stop with your nonsense and get ready to...yawn...fight,” Kyle muttered, his voice heavy with sleep. He rubbed his eyes, then got down from the bed and calmly put on his butler uniform.

Brushing his hair back, he grabbed a small briefcase and left the room with angry Blue trailing behind him.

"Meow... after this, I’m going on vacation. Don’t look for me, and don’t even think of me until my vacation ends," Blue spoke firmly, its eyes flickering with the seriousness of its words.

Kyle shot Blue a brief side-eye, scoffed, then looked away.

He entered the garage, picked up the bike he had used earlier, and slotted a cube into it. The motorcycle activated, and he entered his location coordinates on the hologram screen.

With a loud whoosh, the bike sped through the trees, the full moon high in the sky illuminating the dark forest, providing Kyle with enough light to see without turning on the bike’s headlights.

Forty minutes went by. He moved closer to the moving dot, and almost there, he stopped the bike and opened the briefcase he had with him.

A sharp silver gleam from a group of daggers was revealed. He grabbed two daggers and waited patiently for the intruders to arrive.

One of the twins sniffed the air and announced, “Sister, I smell the prey, it’s close by.”

The others behind them immediately drew their weapons at her words, and a minute later, they saw Kyle’s figure standing armed beside a bike.

“Oh~ it’s a cutie, it’s sad to clean him so soon, so why don’t we eat him little by little to savor the taste?” the one in black pants suggested in a sickly-sweet tone, addressing her sister as if Kyle weren’t present.

“I don’t think it would be fresh. You know I hate stale meat.” The other twin refused seriously, ignoring Kyle’s presence as well.

Kyle’s gaze fell on the two, and the hair on his neck stood on end. His grip tightened around the dagger, the lazy air about him vanishing—replaced by sharp caution. [Those two are strong. Be careful.] he warned Blue telepathically before dashing straight into their midst without hesitation.

Blue transformed into its massive form, its dark blue fur blending into the night as it attacked the people behind the twins.

Meanwhile, during this time, Cyra’s aircraft returned to the island.