Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 251: Alright, accept the job

Kyle rose to his feet and turned on the cube as four hologram screens with visuals of the island appeared clearly.

He turned on the recording function and left the room to finish his work and check footage from other cameras across Desire Island.

Pulling out a chair behind the desk, he sat down with another hologram screen already turned on.

Kyle picked up a cup of jelly, opened it, and took a bite before he started scrolling through the footage for anything suspicious.

He saw something flash by, paused, and zoomed in on the video for a clearer view. “Hmm? A drone.”

A brief flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but then, thinking about the news of Cyra’s death and the hidden crystal mine deep in the mountain, his surprise disappeared.

“Ugh. My busy days are about to get busier.” Kyle groaned in frustration, then took another bite of the jelly.

Playing back the video, his gaze darted around the screen and noticed unfamiliar faces in town, masquerading as Merchants—he would know since he had strict identity checks on them.

Kyle frowned for a second before marking their faces on his screen, then he checked the things that needed his attention in town and finished up his remaining work.

Two hours went by, and a tired sigh escaped Kyle’s lips as he massaged his numb neck, stretched his shoulders, and turned off the hologram screen.

He went to the dining table for lunch. After he finished, he went back to his room to check on his drone.

“What do we have here?” Kyle muttered as he zoomed in on the screens, taking in the sight of the rainforest. The island had a gloomy, dark atmosphere, and it made it difficult for Kyle’s drone to navigate through.

With overgrown trees and grass blocking every part, and unable to control it to go higher without being spotted immediately, he began to doubt if anyone lived here. There wasn’t a cleared path to travel through—only thick, overgrown trees and grass everywhere.

He tapped his hologram and switched the camera to night vision to get a clearer image.

While Kyle’s drone was sneaking around the forest, on the other side, a mansion stood silently in the night. Guards with emotionless, dead eyes stood watch, their stances perfectly still and unnaturally rigid.

They looked like statues; mosquitoes and fallen leaves brushed against them, but they remained motionless.

Inside, the cracked-faced woman gazed fervently and greedily at the man in the green tube when a beep sounded in her hologram.

Her expression darkened, the hideous cracks on her skin becoming more prominent in the dark as she picked up the call.

“Make it snappy,” she muttered coldly to the person trembling on the screen.

“H-H-Head, other aristocrats are on the move. Should we send our people to the Island as well?” the woman asked in a trembling voice, trying hard to reduce her stuttering so she wouldn’t anger this woman.

The cracked-faced woman was silent for a moment, and the lines on her face made the other woman so scared that she nearly disconnected the call.

“There’s no need to waste manpower. Let them fight it out, and whoever wins will hand over their prize to us. Is there anything else? Don’t bother me—and send more fresh brains to the island.”

After giving those orders, she disconnected the call and turned back to the glass tube with what she thought was a beautiful smile—but it was so disturbingly twisted that it looked as if her face might fall apart.

On the other side, the woman looked at her black screen and wiped the cold sweat from her face.

“Let me never be the one to pass a message to the head again... so scary and disgusting.” The woman shivered, her face scrunched up as she recalled the woman’s cracked face.

“Knock!”

The sound snapped her out of her thoughts. With a calm “come in,” she straightened in her seat, her face turning stoic and authoritative.

A black-haired woman dressed in a sleek black suit stepped in, carrying a black cube whose holographic screen flickered to life.

“Mrs., we received an assassination job regarding the husband of Desire Island owner. The reward is high... should we take it?” the woman reported, getting straight to the point as she showed the blue-eyed woman the bounty on Zane’s head.

The blue-eyed woman sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of countless gold bricks flashing boldly on the screen, and she couldn’t help but ask.

“Are you sure the picture wasn’t edited or a wrong message was typed in?” Her expression was filled with doubt, and she felt incredulous.

“Mrs., it’s real. We confirmed it with the bounty’s owner—he provided proof and motive. Apparently, he wants our target gone so he can marry the deceased Cyra,” the black-haired woman said calmly. Inside, however, she was still reeling from the offer—and part of her was tempted to take the job herself.

The blue-haired woman listened carefully, her heart pounding with excitement, but she remained unsure if such dreamlike work really existed. Still, on the flip side, she would be earning easy money.

With Cyra dead, assassinating Zane would be simple—and she wasn’t about to tell the bounty owner that the target’s wife was already dead when she could profit from it.

Mentally, she began calculating the percentage that would go into her pocket, but outwardly she remained composed, as if still considering whether to accept the job.

“Mrs., there’s no foul play here. I’ve checked carefully, and everything checks out. We only need to accept this job before others get wind of it.” The black-haired tried to persuade her, thinking her boss was too cautious about taking this job.

They weren’t aware of Zane being in the blown-up plane with Cyra, or the would-be eccentric, and consumed with joy thinking Zane had died with her, and the job was like taking free money from a rich fool.

“Alright, accept the job, but don’t send out our top assassins. Report everything that happens with this job... You can leave.” The blue-haired woman ordered calmly, though her fingers were nearly trembling with excitement.

“Yes, Mrs.” The other woman nodded quickly, marked the job level as C rank, and took more than half of the reward, setting it at just 20 million gold coins.

As soon as the woman was alone, she burst into wild laughter, her head thrown back and her body shaking from the force of it.

She imagined herself swimming in gold bricks, and the lingering fear of speaking with the head faded to the back of her mind.

...

Louis looked at the finished product after hours of work and revision, picked up a tasting cup, spooned a thick juice into it, and nervously handed it to Mira to taste.

Mira felt pressure under his gaze and hesitated for a moment, hoping it was successful or that Louis might crack from overthinking and self-doubt.

Glancing at the blue liquid, she took a sip. Her expression remained neutral for a moment as she tried to place the flavor—then her face suddenly lit up.

“It’s perfect, but I’d prefer another taste when it’s chilled,” Mira said sincerely, giving Louis a thumbs-up as she took another sip.

An elated smile broke across his lips, and his tense heart finally eased. “Alright, then I’ll tell them to place it in the thermocooler.”