Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

FLASH!

With another blinding flash, both of them sprang into action.

Quill moved from his position, swinging his katana with precise vertical slashed aimed at the body.

Reign countered, dodging and blocking with his daggers.

They circled each other, trading blows in a fast-paced of attack and defense.

The disorienting effect of the blinding light made it seem like they were moving instantaneously , when, in fact, it was just the light affecting their visibility, and those around observing them.

After the blinding light ended , the two stood face to face again.

Quill despite increasing his speed to 70% midway was unable to get a proper hit.

Reign, constrained by the amount of energy he could safely use, also found himself unable to deliver a killing strike.

But, that wasn't the sole reason he couldn't defeat his enemy.

His opponent's exceptional skill and quick reaction time matched Reign's own abilities, making it challenging to gain the upper hand.

If he get really serious, Reign could destroy his opponent along with the entire block where this building stood.

However, doing so would reveal to the world that he was a demon.

"Hey, tell me, why are you attacking this place?" Quill asked, hesitating to go all out now that he had confirmed that his opponent was using a unique version of Thunderbird style .

Both families were in a delicate situation, and killing one another could spark a war.

Reign did not reply right away.

He was also surprised that he was forced to use his lightning attribute just to dodge the attacks.

The lightning he used was the one he got from arc, with only about 60% of the power and speed compared to his Dark Red lightning.

However, being forced to use an elemental attribute showed that his enemy was too fast for him to rely on raw speed alone.

In addition, it was clear that his opponent had not yet unleashed his full power.

Whenever Reign tried to speed up and increase the force of his attacks, the other party adjusted too, maintaining a balanced fight.

"Why do you want to ask? Let's just fight and end this quick," he raised his daggers, fully prepared for battle.

If he couldn't defeat him using the bare minimum, he would resort to his demonic power to decisively overpower him.

"Chill, I just really want to ask, to be honest , I'm not really required to save the owner of this place, this could be treated like a side mission, so I wanted to know if its really worth it to provoke someone like you ," Quill replied casually, his demeanor still brimming with confidence because he had never doubted his ability to win.

His arrogance stemmed from the belief that his opponent was relying on his power-armor to match his speed, when in reality, it was purely aesthetic.

It had never occurred to him that, between them, Reign was holding out the most.

Reign paused for a moment. He wanted to save Cyril fast, but at the same time, it would be more favorable if he could also conceal the fact that he was a demon.

"I'm here for a woman. She got kidnapped, and I'm here to rescue her," he responded.

"A woman?" Quill was surprised. He thought that this attack was because of a political agenda , so rescuing a woman seemed unexpectedly personal.

But those words struck a chord with the hunter. It resonated because he was someone who cherished women of all races, even demons, in fact. Read latest chapters at m_v-l'e|m,p| y- r

"So you're a gentleman too, like myself," he replied, his voice now filled with acknowledgment, as if he had found someone who shared the same passion and ideology as him.

"Alright, I understand. It seems the owner of this place is a bastard who deserves to die. I won't help him anymore. You're free to go," Quill added.

He turned around, and before Reign could respond, a blinding light flashed, and he disappeared on the spot.

'What the fuck just happened?,' Reign muttered, bewildered by his weird opponent's sudden change of heart and disappearance.

He had thought he'd met plenty of weird people, but that guy took the prize for being too unpredictable and eccentric.

'Nevermind, I don't have time to waste on idiots,' he muttered under his breath, his focus sharpening with each step.

He moved like a shadow through the corridors. Each floor passed in a blur as he navigated the maze of hallways and stairwells.

Reign finally reached the VIP elevator lobby, where he forced open the door and then destroyed the ceiling, transforming the elevator shaft into an open path upward.

Now that he didn't have to worry about any CCTV, he used his lightning attribute to create a magnetic effect at his feet. This allowed him to run straight up the shaft without worrying about gravity.

Sparks flew as arcs of electricity crackled and hissed under his feet, illuminating the narrow space with flashes of blue light.

'This is the place!' he muttered, stopping at an elevator and kicking it open.

He could see Cyril's location on the virtual screen in his visor, where Mellissa had connected the GPS tracker.

Reign quickly assessed the floor , noting the location indicated by the tracker.

"Stop him!" dozens of the guards shouted, opening fire .

With lightning-fast reflexes, he dodged the bullets coming at him .

SWOOOOSH!

He dashed forward, moving so fast he was almost a blur, and began taking down everyone in sight.

Blood splattered the floor and walls as he quickly cut down every guard he encountered.

The lobby echoed with screams and the sickening sound of metal slicing through muscles and bones.

Until finally there was silence , no one dared to approach him anymore, no amount of money would force a sane human to give away their lives , knowing full well that only death would await them.

"Where is the woman you kidnapped?" Reign asked, his voice cold and intimidating, as he watched the surviving guards lose their will to fight.

"I know where she is," a middle-aged man answered, looking pale and sick after witnessing so much death.

"Good," Reign replied.

He swung his dagger, quickly killing everyone except the middle-aged man.

"I only need one guide," he added, his dagger dripping with blood.

The middle-aged man trembled after seeing his co-workers died just like slaughtered pigs.

He forced himself to lead the way, hoping desperately that he would prove useful enough to escape death.

His steps were hesitant, his eyes darting nervously around as they passed empty offices and locked doors.

Reign followed closely behind. His dagger remained in hand, a constant reminder that he could kill the middle age man anytime he wanted to.

After 5 minutes of silence, they reached a door at the end of a long hallway.

The man hesitated, swallowing nervously before finally pointing to the door.

"She's in there," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Thank you for guiding me," Reign responded calmly.

For a brief moment, the middle-aged man felt a sense of relief wash over him.

However, it was short-lived as, within a split second, he saw his own body while his head was in free fall to the ground.

"Eh?" he wondered, confused by the sudden change in perspective.