Transmigrated into a reversed world

The next day, Viktor stirred, opening his eyes with a numb feeling on his nape.

With drowsy eyes, he rubbed the area until a vague memory flashed through his mind, snapping him fully awake.

"Ha! Why did I fall asleep?" Viktor shouted, regret clear in his voice—he had missed Cyra feeding on him.

The noise woke Pain. It blinked drowsily at the bed, wondering what had gotten into its master at this hour.

Viktor groaned, covering his face before his hand moved to his neck, and a small, relieved smile crept onto his lips.

He had worried she wouldn't feed from him after being displeased with the special room he'd prepared.

Shaking off his thoughts, Viktor drew in the salty air and got out of bed to start his day.

He stretched, then jumped into his usual morning workout. Minutes in, sweat streamed down his body, and he held a difficult pose, muscles burning and limbs starting to numb.

Once he was done, he washed up, dressed quickly, grabbed Pain by the tail, and stepped out.

He walked toward the living room with a hurried but excited stride, eager to see Cyra.

But only Zane was there, lying on the couch with a worn-out expression. He sprawled out without a care in the world.

"Morning. Where's Cyra?" Viktor asked. Zane looked up and snorted at the mention of her name.

The only promise Cyra never kept was during sex. One round always turned into more—until he passed out or his body gave out.

Even though he was immortal and healed quickly, it didn't mean he couldn't feel the drain—like now, when his hands trembled so badly he couldn't even hold a cup.

But when he glanced at Viktor, the memory of the video came back, and he couldn't help but pity him.

Regular sex was exhausting enough—let alone the spiced-up kind.

"Zane...?" Viktor prompted, uneasy at the look on his face. He adjusted his clothes and ran a hand through his hair, wondering if something looked off.

"Oh, I don't know where she is," Zane replied lazily, closing his eyes again.

Viktor stepped closer and poked his arm, his face full of gossip.

Zane cracked one eye open and froze at Viktor's eager look.

"So tell me, how—" Zane bolted out of the room before Viktor could finish.

The thought of Viktor's embarrassing question sent a surge of energy through his limbs. He wanted the ground to swallow him the moment he remembered Viktor almost walking in on them yesterday.

"I didn't even say anything. Why is he the shy one? I should be the embarrassed one," Viktor muttered, puzzled that Zane—who'd been with Cyra for years—was so jumpy.

Letting it go, he got up and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast.

He wasn't about to rely on sap during his stay here.

A while later, Zane caught the scent of food. Sheathing his sword, he made his way to the kitchen.

He peeked in and saw Viktor moving around, the smell of eggs and freshly baked bread filling the air.

Surprise flickered across his face.

"You know how to make bread from scratch?" he asked, and Viktor's shoulders lifted with pride.

"It's nothing hard. I just followed a recipe I saved," he replied casually—though only he knew the panic he'd felt when the bread refused to rise in the oven thirty minutes ago.

Zane eyed the freshly baked bread and couldn't resist taking a piece. Its warm, soft texture piqued his curiosity about the taste.

Viktor stood to the side, gripping the spoon tighter, hoping the bread would save face for him after his brag.

Zane bit into it. The crust was crisp, the inside tender and fluffy. A hint of sweetness and a nutty depth blended perfectly.

"Hmm." He nodded at Viktor—his expression said it all, and Viktor relaxed, silently praising himself as a cooking genius.

One try, and it came out perfect.

He turned back to the bacon sizzling on the pan, flipping it quickly. Zane helped dish out the rest of the food.

Just as Zane poured juice into his glass and was about to eat, they both felt eyes on them.

"Morning..." came a lazy voice from the door.

Viktor looked over with a bright smile. Zane glanced briefly, then turned back to his meal.

Cyra walked in, pressed a kiss to Viktor's forehead, then turned to Zane.

He tilted his head back to dodge her, but she cupped his face and kissed him loudly on the lips before sitting down.

She slumped into the chair, too sleepy to bother coaxing Zane—her eyes barely staying open as she stifled yawns one after another.

"We're not doing anything today. I'm giving them time to adjust," Cyra mumbled, resting her head on the table.

They both hummed in response. Zane quietly planned to visit the East Oasis and see if the monsters were still around.

Viktor, watching her struggle to stay awake, finally understood why he'd only ever seen her at night back home.

Home.

A foreign, distant word he never thought he'd use—yet he was grateful to his past self for taking the island job. Without it, he would've missed it.

A sense of belonging bloomed in his heart, and he finished his food in a good mood.

"I'll tell the women. You should rest," Zane said, knowing the sun here was harsher than on Desire Island.

She'd crossed the desert without rest, and even at night, she didn't sleep.

"Hm." Cyra nodded, then vanished in a flash before Zane could change his mind.

Zane downed the rest of his juice and waited for Viktor to finish.

"Want to come with me to the East Oasis? I need to check something."

Viktor paused while clearing the plates.

"Will those monsters be as bad as last night?" he asked, worried—he had felt useless during that fight.

"Only two species dominate that area. It's not too bad," Zane replied, conveniently forgetting how nasty those things could be with their sticky webs.

Viktor thought it over, then nodded—something he would soon regret when he found himself covered in slime and webs.

"Alright, we leave after I see those women." Zane left those words and went to prepare, but reaching the door he turned and reminded Viktor of something important.

"Keep your weapons on you. You'll need them." With that, he left—Viktor's gut twisted at the warning.

.....

Outside, the women were still asleep. The sky above was dark.

Because Viktor's space, time moved faster, it was already 7 a.m. inside—but outside, it was only around 1 or 2 a.m.

When Zane and Viktor stepped out, they paused in confusion at the darkness.

"We forgot my space, time runs faster than the real world," Viktor muttered.

"We should head back. It's too early to cross the desert," Zane said, eyeing the tents scattered across the area.