Transmigrated into a reversed world

Chapter 280: Silence

Cyra’s action scared them out of their minds. They began screaming for help, some shouting into the screen for their family and guards to save them.

"Help! I don’t want the room anymore!"

"Mum, save me. Send guards to take me out of her... hic... I’m in Ocean Town!"

"Madam Cyra, please forgive me. Don’t cut off my hand! I promise never to cross your path again."

They begged, their faces slick with sweat and snot. Marissa’s bleeding hand made them tremble badly. One of them collapsed to the ground, a pool of yellow liquid seeping from beneath him.

The people they called were confused by the panicked voices and were about to send out their guards to locate them when Cyra’s figure appeared on the screen, and they fell silent.

Some sighed and disconnected the call; others hesitated, but in the end, they disconnected as well, choosing to abandon their children rather than lose everything.

"No!! Please, Mum!"

"Dad!!"

"No, mum, don’t leave me!"

Their screams carried devastation and hopelessness as they watched their loved one abandon them.

Cyra pinched between her brows, feeling a headache forming from the ruckus.

“Silence,” Cyra commanded calmly. Her quiet voice carried an unquestionable authority that pierced the room, and magically, the noise ceased. They turned to Cyra, their faces ashen.

Her gaze fell on Zane, who waited patiently in his seat, clearly hungry. Her murderous intent suddenly vanished. Sigh...

She wouldn’t kill anyone today. That doesn’t mean they’d go scot-free.

’Those gold and silver mines in my space need someone to mine them.’ The thought flickered in her mind, and she waved her hand, sending the ten of them into her space.

Their world spun, and the sudden change in surroundings disoriented them, but when they regained their bearings, their expressions turned to terror.

That emotion dominated their very being so completely that not even a sliver of greed sprouted at the sight of the gleaming pile of gold before them.

Cyra briefly glanced at their trembling figure and pointed for a short-haired woman to come forward—choosing her dinner.

The woman walked out with trembling steps. Cyra lost patience, locked eyes with her, and the woman’s gaze went blank; she stepped forward like a puppet on a string.

Cyra and the short-haired woman disappeared from the space, leaving the others so terrified that they lost their voices; some even fainted, unable to bear it any longer.

While Marissa gradually bled to death, no one offered to help her or was in their right mind to remember her.

Cyra returned to the room, with the short-haired woman following dazedly behind.

“Have you taken care of them?” Zane asked with mild curiosity as he glanced briefly at the short-haired woman.

“Hmm. They would have to mine for ten years or more before they were free to go. Let’s dine. Later, I’ll deal with them.”

Cyra muttered in a casual tone as she pulled out her chair to sit. The short-haired woman followed her mechanically.

Zane nodded, feeling the punishment was fair. They were lucky to still be alive after the disrespect they showed his wife.

“I have placed the order, and my food will be here in two minutes,” Zane added, an excited gleam in his eyes, his gaze briefly falling on the woman who stretched her wrist toward Cyra.

“Hm... and my dinner for tonight is ready. How do you see the view?” Cyra asked with a relaxed smile as she sliced the woman’s wrist open with her long fingernails.

She placed a wine glass beneath the bleeding wrist, and the woman’s blood dripped slowly into the glass, filling it gradually.

“It’s breathtaking. Who would have thought the sea would be filled with so many creatures? The waters back in the desolate land weren’t this populated.” Zane’s expression was etched with awe as he turned to look out the window, where colorful schools of fish swarmed past, their shapes and sizes different from before.

“Look at those fish. Their scales are so beautiful, and they’re so small,” Zane called out in amazement, pointing at a school of fish with scales in shades of gold, yellow, and crimson red.

He heard Cyra’s hum in response, but didn’t look back to see her looking at him instead of the sight he was showing her.

Her gaze traced the small part of his collar, feeling envious of the silver chain resting against his collarbone. She was tempted to run her finger along his...cough...

Cyra quickly averted her gaze as if burned, already feeling her control slipping through her fingers. She caught the nearly full glass and took a few gulps of blood to calm herself down.

A knock came at the door just in time. “Enter,” Cyra called out, picking up a cloth to wipe the excess blood from the corner of her lips.

The door was pushed open, and servers carrying trays trooped in, their heels clinking rhythmically against the tiled floor.

The manager followed them with a fawning, respectful smile, carefully overseeing the placement of food to prevent mistakes.

“Madam, the food is on the house. Our owner learned what happened and offered this as compensation for your unpleasant experience here,” the manager said with a slight bow toward Cyra, her expression calm and indifferent at the sight of the bleeding woman beside her.

“No need. It wasn’t the restaurant’s fault. I’ll pay for the meals.” Cyra refused the offer; she was happy to spend all her money on Zane.

“Then we’ll take our leave. Have a pleasant dining experience.” The manager nodded and motioned for the servers to follow her out.

Zane’s calm expression at the sight of the food being brought in cracked as soon as everyone left.

He quickly picked up his cutlery amid Cyra’s soft chuckle. His attention was no longer on the ocean’s breathtaking view.

Zane’s mouth watered at the sight of the various foods before him, and he didn’t know where to start. He was spoiled for choice, but he settled on the ink spaghetti with small chunks of beef closest to him.

Cyra watched his face light up as soon as he took a bite, and a satisfied smile curled at the corners of her lips.

She rested her face against her palm, watching him with an indulgent smile as he ate.

The short-haired woman mechanically wrapped her bleeding hand in a piece of cloth torn from her skirt.

“Hmm. This is so good... it has a sour yet spicy taste.” Zane hummed with delight as he took a bite of the grilled meat, dipped in a creamy sauce.

He ate with wild abandon, his lips glistening with oil and his mouth constantly working as he chewed.

The dinner passed satisfactorily; his only regret was that Cyra couldn’t eat any of the food he found so delicious.

Zane took a sip of wine and leaned back in his seat. The food on the table was gone, replaced by a pile of oily plates.

“Are we heading back, or do you have somewhere else planned?” Zane asked, tapping the notification button on the hologram screen to let the servers clear the table.

Cyra thought for a moment, feeling it was too early to fly back to the island.

“We can tour the town and pick up some local specialties before we head back,” Cyra suggested after much thought.

Seeing him nod, she sent the short-haired woman back into her space, then paid the bill.

“Alright, let’s go.” She rose to her feet and reached out her hand for Zane to take.

Zane didn’t leave the bottle of wine, taking it with him as he took her outstretched hand.

They left the restaurant, the manager bowing respectfully as they exited.