Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

A tall man in a white polo shirt announced, "Next up is the agility test, meant to find those best for missions that needs someone with a quick feet." He oversaw the upcoming assessment.

Projected on a 100 inches screen behind him was a large room outfitted with specialized treadmills, capable of accommodating up to fifty individuals.

These treadmills were programmed to accelerate speed every thirty seconds.

To successfully complete the test, one had to sustain the pace for a minimum of three minutes.

This method provided a straightforward means of assessing both the endurance and speed of the participants.

Moreover, the results were quantifiable, ensuring fairness for all involved.

Once everyone had settled onto their respective treadmills, a countdown timer appeared on the screen above each treadmill, allowing participants to ready themselves and their pacing.

With the timer set at 60 seconds, some participants began stretching to avoid any mishaps during the test.

Reign didn't bother with stretching. His muscles were built by the system, ensuring he wouldn't suddenly experience cramps.

When the countdown timer reached zero, the treadmill moved to a speed of just 10 kilometers per hour, an easy challenge for everyone.

As the test progressed, the speed of the treadmill increased, but despite the increasing pace, Reign remained unfazed.

With each increase, he maintained his calm demeanor, effortlessly adapting.

Around the 3-minute mark, the treadmill's speed had ramped up to 40 kilometers per hour, a velocity nearing the world record of 44.72 kilometers per hour for normal humans.

At this point, some participants were pushing themselves to the limit just to stay in the test in increase their score.

It had turned into a raw display of sheer will, where some struggled to keep up as the speed reached 45 kilometers per hour.

This moment highlighted the divide between ordinary human limit and those who surpassed it.

At 50 km per hour , most of the participants who think they done good in the test and was barely holding on gave up on their own accord .

50 km/hr onwards, the increase was change from every 30 seconds to 10 seconds.

However, those who wanted to get a higher rank maintained and controlled their pacing . The higher they score in this test, the more access they could get for mission that pays well.

But humans have their own limits

Even the towering Kyson, with his long legs and impressive physical condition, was forced to give up at 55 kilometers per hour. As a strength-type Divergent, running wasn't really his strong suit.

Now, only Reign and the girl with the metal knuckles remained. Neither of them seemed tired yet.

This girl, named Zoey, initially kept her power in check during the strength test to avoid drawing too much attention.

However, witnessing Reign's overwhelming strength ignited her competitive spirit.

She was a divergent specializing in speed, and being outmatched by Reign, who was clearly focused on strength, would be a big blow to her ego.

"I won't let you beat me," she muttered determinedly, eyeing Reign, whose expression was obscured by the bandage.

Nevertheless, she was convinced that this speed wasn't enough to trouble him. She didn't even see a single drop of sweat dripping from his forehead. .

Little did she know, Reign wasn't capable of sweating in the first place. That was one of the perks of his race—he didn't even have sweat glands.

—> 65 Km/Hr

—> 70 Km/Hr

At this speed, even Zoey was having a hard time keeping up, and it became visible on her face.

She glanced at Reign, expecting him to be similarly affected, but when she did, she saw that he remained unaffected.

'What the heck,' Zoey cursed inwardly.

She had considered him as a strength type, but he looked like he was just taking a leisurely jog in the park. From his relaxed body language, she could tell he had plenty of fuel left to spare.

Reign noticed Zoey's gaze and turned his head toward her, offering a smile.

However, due to the fake skin he was wearing, what was supposed to be a normal smile appeared rather creepy and smug.

This unintended effect only fueled Zoey's irritation further.

'Ugh, I hate that guy,' she muttered in annoyance, clicking her tongue, and kept on running through sheer will alone.

However, when the speed surged to 75 kilometers per hour, she was finally forced to jump off the treadmill.

There was simply no way she could continue running at such an extreme pace; she had reached her limit.

"Wow, look at that guy. He still looks like he could keep going."

"This must be the gap between us regular human and a genius."

"He's a genius even by Divergent standards. That girl and Kyson were Divergent too, but they weren't nearly as impressive as him."

"I bet he'll climb the ranks quickly with those stats."

Murmurs began to circulate again as everyone watched Reign.

'Why do they have to compare me? And I have a name, damn it,' Zoey muttered, feeling insulted.

She was tempted to give these guys a piece of her mind for indirectly mocking her.

But at the same time, she couldn't help but admit that Reign was really impressive.

He was now running at 90 kilometers per hour and was only 10 kilometers away from breaking the Branch Record.

—>95 km/Hr

—>100km/Hr

As expected, he did break it .

She thought he might continue much longer, but after hitting 105 kilometers per hour, he jumped out of the treadmill.

There was no sign of exhaustion at all, showing that he hadn't reached his limit.

'That was way too easy,' Reign thought to himself, feeling like a high school student acing an exam meant for grade 1 students.

'I hope the next test will be more challenging,' he mused to himself, completely unaware of the envy brewing among those around him.

In their minds, he was destined for a bright future, like a dragon soaring to the sky with one leap.

"The next test will be the IQ test. Please proceed to the examination room," announced the examiner.

'IQ test?' Reign was surprised to hear this , acing this test would be much easier than the prior ones.

'Why do they even need to test our IQ? We're criminals, for fuck sake,' he thought to himself.

Mellisa walk over him and patted his shoulder for a job well done.

"Now, all you need to do is pass the IQ test and you're done. Honestly, I don't expect much from you, considering... Well, don't worry, your scores from the other tests were good enough," Melissa said, implying that she thought Reign was not that smart because he was a monster.

Reign didn't bother correcting her misunderstanding.

He planned to shock everyone with his his results. Academic exams might be challenging due to his limited knowledge of this world, but an IQ test? That was like asking a fish to swim in water in his case.

"By the way, why the need for an IQ test?" Reign asked.

"That's because missions vary," Melissa explained. "The organization requires a diverse range of skills, such as hackers, engineers, and many more. So this test was created—to identify people with potential so the organization can train them accordingly."

"Oh, so it's not just a 'punch-first, ask-questions-later' kind of place?" Reign responded, his shock evident as he realized he had severely underestimated the Veiled Nights.