Transmigrated into a reversed world

After a few hours, the sky brightened, and the women began to stir.

Some blinked in confusion at the pale sky and the dusty scent hanging in the air.

One by one, they emerged from their tents, drowsy-eyed but alert. Amelia and the others walked around, trying to understand their surroundings.

"There's a stream over there!" Erica called, pointing into the distance.

They hurried toward it. As they reached the stream, Ayra frowned at the water.

"I-Is it clean?" she asked, crouching to get a better look.

"Umm...I think so... It's probably just this place lacking colour," Amelia replied, dipping her hands in. The coolness made her long for a bath.

"The water feels cool now. Once the sun rises higher, it might not stay that way. We should wash up while we can," she added, splashing her face.

Erica didn't wait for another word—she started undressing. Ayra hesitated, her eyes scanning the area before quietly following.

From the side, Amelia watched and wondered how someone so shy and timid had passed the fighter's test, or even been chosen as one.

Ayra sensed her gaze and quickly covered her chest, her startled, suspicious look making it clear she had misunderstood Amelia.

Amelia noticed her expression and opened her mouth to explain, but decided it would only make things worse. So she stayed silent, undressed, and stepped into the water.

"Don't dawdle! We need to wash up quickly—you don't know what the boss has planned for us today!" Erica yelled, waving Ayra over.

Ayra mumbled under her breath and waded into the stream. The cool water brushed her skin, drawing a sigh from her lips.

A few quiet minutes passed until voices and footsteps signalled more women heading toward the stream.

Seeing others already in the water, the newcomers assumed it was safe.

"Mind if we join you?" one of them called out cheerfully.

"The stream's big enough for everyone," Amelia replied with the same friendly tone, certain there was enough space for them all without crowding.

With that, the three stripped quickly and dove in with loud splashes.

Amelia and the others hurried to finish their bath. More people were waking up—it wouldn't stay quiet for long.

Ayra stayed submerged, only half her face visible. If she didn't need to breathe, she would've stayed completely hidden.

Crowds made her nervous. She could handle Amelia and Erica—but any more than that felt overwhelming. She quickly washed up, unable to enjoy the moment.

After bathing, they looked at the surrounding trees, grimacing at the thought of breakfast.

With no other options, they ate what they could, preparing for whatever was coming next.

Viktor and Zane reappeared in the exact spot they had vanished from. Zane's eyes flickered with relief at the brightened sky, but their sudden return was so abrupt it startled the women nearby.

"How..." a woman sputtered in shock. She hadn't seen them vanish earlier, so witnessing their sudden reappearance in broad daylight left her stunned.

"Good morning!" some women greeted. Though still stunned, they knew better than to pry into anything involving their boss.

Her strength alone was enough of a warning. Nobody wanted to end up dead from curiosity, so they acted like it was all perfectly normal.

"Is everyone here?" Zane asked, scanning the crowd.

Murmurs rippled through the group as the women looked around, checking for familiar faces.

"Sir, some people are still at the stream," a woman called out from the crowd, her hair still damp from just returning.

"Should I call them back?" another woman offered, already poised to run to the stream.

Zane shook his head—it wasn't necessary; the message would reach them eventually.

"No need. They'll hear the message eventually. Today's a free day—get used to your surroundings. Training starts tomorrow," he announced.

"Okay, sir!" they shouted in unison, a mix of emotions rippling through the crowd.

Some felt relieved to have a day to rest, while others questioned its necessity or wondered how tough the training would be tomorrow.

Zane had just delivered the message and was about to head to the East Oasis with Viktor when a thought crossed his mind.

He turned to the crowd and raised his hand. The murmurs died down as they realized he had something to say.

"No one is to leave this place under any circumstance... we won't be responsible for what happens to you," Zane warned firmly before summoning Greed.

"I understand.''

"Yes, sir.''

"I wouldn't dare."

Voices of agreement rose from the group. None needed a second warning—the memory of their arrival still lingered.

Zane gave them a final look before climbing onto Greed's back, where Viktor was already stroking the beast's soft feathers.

Greed let out a sharp cry and soared into the sky the moment Zane settled in. They rose high above the dust, the air churning with the powerful beat of Greed's wings.

The women shielded their eyes, coughing at the whirlwind of dust—but couldn't help admiring the massive soul beast.

"Master, I'm hungry! I want muffins and shortcakes!" Greed cried once they were high above the ground.

Zane grimaced, rubbing his ears. The wind made it hard to hear Greed's words. He tapped Greed's back to quiet him—but the beast kept going.

"I want grilled fish! Potato cakes! Chocolate..." Greed rattled off his cravings, drool dripping from his beak.

Viktor couldn't take the shrill noise—he clamped his hands over his ears and crawled closer to where Zane was sitting.

"What's he saying? Make him stop—the wind's already loud enough!" Viktor complained.

"I don't know... I heard something about 'choc' and 'potato,'" Zane replied, catching only fragments.

Both leaned in, trying to make sense of the noise.

"I'll move up front. Maybe I'll hear better near his head," Zane offered, rising to his feet.

Before he could take a few steps forward, Greed came to an abrupt stop—to their great relief.

Zane sat down, wondering what had come over Greed today. Normally, a tap on the back would earn an immediate response—a call or some sign that he'd heard.

He reached through their soulbond but sensed nothing unusual, so he lay on his back, making a mental note to ask about it once they landed.

Viktor lay beside him, scrolling through his bracelet in hopes of connecting to the Nexus. When that failed, he settled for some of th

e movies saved in his files.

Picking one at random, and settled in—letting the flight pass in peace.