Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Reign glided toward the small, isolated town near the edge of the barrier.

It was the perfect spot—hidden away, with no one around to hear the screams once he started his leisure activities to relieve stress.

As he landed in the middle of the dirt road, his arrival sent shockwaves through the town.

Ground trembled beneath him, and the early morning silence shattered as people began to notice the dark figure among them.

The first to notice him were a few early risers. They stared in disbelief, their eyes wide with fear at his unsettling appearance.

His glowing red eyes fixed on them, and in that instant, they knew something terrible was about to happen.

Panic spread quickly as more villagers rushed outside, drawn by the noise. Their faces turned pale as they realized what was coming.

"RUN!" one of the villagers shouted, his voice cutting through the air.

They weren't ignorant about the existence of demons; they had heard the stories and seen the warnings.

However—

Reign didn't give them a chance to react. He moved with terrifying speed, his body a blur as he tore through the first group of people.

Blood sprayed across the streets as his hands ripped through flesh and bone like they were nothing.

The villagers screamed, their voices filled with pure terror as they tried to run, but he was merciless.

"NO! PLEASE!" a man screamed in desperation as he tried to get away .

Reign walked up to the man. He raised his foot and kicked the head without any remorse .
Read exclusive content at empire

The force was so strong that the man's head flew off his shoulders and landed several feet away.

Blood splattered everywhere as the head rolled, its empty eyes staring at nothing.

"OH MY GOD!" someone screamed, their voice breaking with panic.

"MURDERER! MONSTER ! SOMEONE HELP US!" a woman cried out, her voice filled with pure fear as she grabbed her children and tried to flee.

She fell to her knees, her face contorted in fear and pain.

As she tried to stand, she looked up and saw the monster standing right in front of her. His wide, sadistic grin caused her knees to give out again.

Her children, tears streaming down their faces, clung to her hands, their tiny fingers gripping tightly.

"Mom, stand up! Please stand up!" they cried out, their voices choked with desperation.

They tugged at her arms, trying to pull her to her feet, but their efforts were in vain.

Her hands trembled as she raised them in a desperate attempt to beg for her life.

"Please, don't kill me! I have children!" she cried, her voice shaking with fear.

Without saying a word, He seized her by the throat, lifting her.

She struggled, her legs kicking frantically as she tried to break free.

But his grip was too strong. With a sickening twist, he snapped her neck and then tore her throat out, blood splattering over his hands and spilling onto the faces of her terrified children.

The warm blood of their own mother covered them, mixing with their screams as her lifeless body fell to the ground.

"Mommy! Mommy, no!" they screamed, their voices filled with agony.

"Please, somebody help us!" They sobbed uncontrollably, their faces twisted in pure terror and heartbreak, unable to comprehend the horror they had just witnessed.

Reign looked at them for a moment but felt no pity.

He just turned away and walked off to find his next victim.

Nearby, a young man stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet in his frantic attempt to escape.

"No! Please, don't!" he screamed, his voice breaking with fear as Reign approached.

The man raised his hands in a useless attempt to shield himself, but Reign didn't care.

He grabbed the man's head with both hands and slammed it between his palms.

The head burst open like a pumpkin, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere. The man's body collapsed, twitching as life drained from it.

After his display of brutality, the crowd scrambled to call for help.

Their panic turned to shock when they realized their phones had no signal.

It wasn't a complicated trick; He disrupted communication by sending electric charges into the air.

This was one of his most dangerous traits: his ability to quickly innovate and adapt his powers to any situation.

Realizing that calling for help was useless, they scattered in panic. However, their efforts were in vain as he used his Undead Eyes to track them down easily.

Some tried to hide in their homes, barricading the doors and windows, but it was useless.

Reign was unstoppable. He smashed through doors and walls, dragging people out of their hiding spots, showing no mercy.

An old man stood trembling, trying to reason with Reign, his voice quivering with fear.

"Please, son, we've done nothing to deserve this," he said, his hands shaking as he held them up in a plea.

Reign didn't respond. Instead, he wrapped his tail around the old man's neck, lifting him off the ground.

The old man struggled in vain as the tail tightened, choking him.

With a sudden, brutal motion, he slammed the old man down onto the ground.

The impact was devastating; the old man's skull cracked open, blood and fragments scattering as his body collapsed into a bloody mess.

Reign was releasing all his pent-up anger, and though his actions might seem petty, disgusting, brutal, and sick to others, he operated on a different level of morality.

He didn't care about the judgment of others.

To him, his actions were just part of who he was—there was no remorse or second thoughts.

The screams gradually died down as the last few townspeople were slaughtered.

The once peaceful village turned into a complete mess—bodies torn to pieces, blood splattered everywhere, and the streets littered with the remains of the villagers.

Reign stood in the middle of it all .He wiped his bloodied hands on a piece of cloth torn from one of his victims.

'Now that's what I call good therapy,' he chuckled to himself. All the stress melted away, and he felt like he was back to his old self.

'Time to end this,' he added

Tendrils started to grow from his body and reached out to absorb the corpses around him.

As he did this, the people who had managed to escape his grasp also met their end, falling one by one.

They fell ill and died from a virus he had spread in the air earlier.

Since he hadn't killed them directly, their age didn't matter to him. The virus did its work, and they died just like the others.

After wrapping everything up, he spread his wings and took to the sky.

The wind howled around him as he flew away, the town growing smaller beneath him until it disappeared completely.

There was no need to think about what he had done. It was just another day for him.

While he flew away, the rage that had fueled his massacre began to cool, giving way to a cold, detached demeanor.

Whoever was responsible for his recent troubles would pay dearly, but for now, he needed to stay hidden, and gather information.