Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 266: Prepare another base for me

An earlier joyful celebration was marred by a pained scream; the atmosphere was tense and suffocating.

Cyra threw him to the ground with a flicker of disgust after going through his memory.

He had eaten far more women than she could count: Some on dates, some after their weddings, and others, random people he drugged after one-night stands.

Who wouldn't be fooled by a gentle, stunning blonde-haired, green-eyed man? He selects his victims, makes them fall for him, then devours them when they let their guard down—cruel betrayal.

What interested her most was the dating scene; those beautiful places Zane might want to visit.

"Hmm, I haven't taken him out on a date," Cyra muttered in realization, feeling guilty she hadn't given Zane enough.

"Nicole, clean this up," Cyra instructed as she pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her hands clean.

Nicole heard clearly from outside the door, turned the handle, and entered.

Her gaze fell on the blonde-haired man sprawled on the ground with dazed eyes that flickered around aimlessly—a drool had started to slide down the side of his parted lips.

The man had become foolish from Cyra's brutal brain search.

"Remember to call a doctor for the person in the order room." Cyra left these words and vanished, as if she had never been there.

Although Nicole was curious about what had happened, she didn't obsess over it.

She strode into the other room, her gaze falling on a patch of blood and hair on the ground. Then she pushed open the ajar bathroom door and entered to find the unconscious woman.

"What happened?" Nicole asked aloud as she dialed the hospital line, instructing a doctor to treat a patient.

She didn't move the woman carelessly, unsure if she was injured internally. Glancing at the woman one last time, she went back to the living room to get rid of the body.

…

Cyra didn't go back to the mansion but headed to the quiet shores on the other side of the island.

The water flowed forward, splashing against the rocks. Cyra sat on a tall, dry rock, out of reach of the gentle waves.

She gazed into the wide dark sky, the wind blowing her hair back as she closed her eyes to breathe in the salty air.

She stayed seated, her mind free of thoughts as she enjoyed the peaceful night.

Time ticked forward, thirty minutes passed, then Cyra moved. She activated her hologram screen—now that her mind was fully rested and clear, it was time to figure out how to handle those city aristocrats.

Cyra read the file Kyle sent her about the aristocrats spread across the twelve ruling cities.

The file contained their business dealings, assets, love life, legitimate and illegitimate children, and even their illegal enterprises.

Kyle was one scary hacker to obtain information even the aristocrats didn't know about each other. "Thankfully, he's my butler," Cyra muttered to herself as she flipped through the pages, then stopped on the information concerning the city's competition.

"Hmm. There's a competition to select the three top-ranked cities among the twelve cities in three months. Why not make things a little more interesting?" Cyra's lips curled slightly, an ominous smile blooming on her face as an idea struck her.

"This would be fun.''

These words floated in the air, carrying different meanings—whether the cities would suffer, only time would tell.

She started writing her plans in detail in her notebook. Her fingers clicked silently on the keyboard as she listed all the things she would need.

One of the ways was the supernatural island; another was the women she was training, sedatives, and much more.

"Hmm. This should do." She stopped scanning the list she had written with a satisfied nod.

She saved the file to open in three months.

Now that was out of the way, her thoughts drifted to the dating sights she'd seen in that man's mind.

Her lips unconsciously curled up as she imagined Zane's joy when she took him out.

Cyra turned to her open hologram screen and started searching for those tranquil destinations: an underwater restaurant, a desert hot-air balloon dining experience, a pink cherry-blossom town for sightseeing, and the Ice City for ice skating.

The list kept going, and Cyra was tempted to try them all tomorrow with Zane and Viktor.

But it wasn't something she could rush; she had to plan it carefully so the experience wouldn't be stressful, but instead would bring happiness and create lasting memories.

The wave crashed against the rocks, her hair blowing wildly in the wind, which started to smell like rain.

Cyra noticed that when the wind picked up, the trees behind her waved wildly and whistling sounds echoed.

She stood up, brushed off her trousers, and flashed toward the mansion before the rain began.

Inside, she washed up, changed into comfortable silk pajamas, and got into bed.

Zane noticed her presence and snuggled into her arms, his face buried in her neck as he kept sleeping peacefully.

Cyra chuckled softly and gently pinched his cheeks. She noticed that Zane, who had never taken sleep seriously, when he was in the desolate land, was now sleeping normally like a regular person, even when he didn't need to.

A flash of lightning lit up the sky, and thunder crackled overhead as a light rain began; within minutes, it turned into a heavy downpour.

"Goodnight, love," Cyra whispered, browsing the Nexus to pass the time and thinking about any details she might have missed in the three-month plan.

When dawn's first light broke, she drifted off to sleep, her arms wrapped around Zane as she slept.

…

Meanwhile, the city's aristocrats remained tense ever since Cyra returned to her island after being declared dead.

They waited patiently for her next move, but nothing changed, and they began to feel less scared, believing she was unaware of their involvement in the attack.

They assumed their assassins were tight-lipped, and Cyra couldn't discover who their employers were to deal with.

Some began to let go of their fears, feeling confident they could go scot-free after what they had done.

Unbeknownst to them, three months was all the happiness they could enjoy.

…

"Prepare another base for me; this place has been compromised." The blue-haired woman ordered through the call.

"Head, should we find another island or a base in a populated city?" the person on the other end asked emotionlessly.

"Get another island and be ready to relocate everything underground tomorrow." The blue-haired woman disconnected the call after she relayed her last orders.

Her dull blue eyes stared at the bodies in the tubes emotionlessly—her mind racing on how to take Cyra down once and for all.

She plans to use that woman's mind to awaken her master—it's much better than staying trapped in such a filthy container, known as her body.

The thought calmed her completely, soothing her nerves as her expression brightened with anticipation—of waking her master and savoring the revenge she was about to claim.

"I have to invent a weapon that could kill her... the silver isn't purified enough, something much more penetrating and with corrosive qualities," she thought aloud and strode into her weapons room to experiment.