Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

The humans who once inhabited this place, believing themselves to be the predators of society due to the nature of their work, now lay lifeless.

Their death was not because they were evil, but because Reign was even worse.

One by one, Reign extended his jaws, revealing a gaping maw that was suited for gulping entire prey.

With mechanical like movements, he engulfed the lifeless corpses, his actions devoid of emotion or remorse.

*GULP

*GULP

*GULP

It was a repetitive routine, like a wild instinct driving a predator to consume its prey. The lifeless bodies, once filled with vitality, now merged with him, their essence adding to his own.

With each gulp, he felt a surge of energy, a subtle sign of his growing strength. The urge to feed, to overpower, pushed him forward .

[Level up + 1]

The awaited notification finally chimed, signaling the end of Reign's one sided massacre through the barrack.

"Status" Reign called out .

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Name: Reign

Level 6

Age. : 18 (+1 year)

Race: Skull Fiend (System Enhance)

Strength :B-

Stamina :C+

Endurance : B+

Intelligence: C+

Energy: B

Bite I

Undead Eye I

Night Crawl I

Clawer VIII

Viral Slash X

Claw Bullet XX -

Claw Barrage XIV-(SP)

Death Aura

Hawk Bones [30%]

Scorpion Pores [30%]

Mantis Eyes [20%]

[Points]

Attribute Points: 20

Skill Points : 2

Evolution Points : 0

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"No Evolution Points yet, huh?" Reign pondered silently.

After leveling up to five following his encounter with the "Golden Chain Girl," Reign expected the usual evolution notification, but it didn't appear.

He suspected it might have been due to her unusual nature.

However, after reaching level 6, Reign realized that the system had changed its evolution criteria. He needed to reach at least level 10 for evolution, and that was only a guess.

With this in mind, he turned and left the now bloodied barracks to seek out his next prey. He knew he had to move quickly now. The more people he killed, the greater the risk of being discovered.

Fortunately, the area was teeming with potential victims, providing ample opportunity to test his theory by hunting down and consuming each one.

As he silently approached another barracks, he could hear the faint murmur of voices from within.

With slow steps, he slipped through the shadows, his presence masked by the cover of darkness. Peering through the window, he counted only ten people—a manageable number.

Cunningly, he cut off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

"What happened?"

"Who turned off the lights?"

"Where is the back-up generator?"

In the ensuing confusion, his enhanced senses allowed him to pinpoint each target with precision.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his deadly claw bullets, striking down his victims from a safe distance, their cries muffled by how fast they died.

As the last echoes of their pitiful life faded, Reign surveyed the aftermath.

The room was now dead silent, but that didn't mean he could rest easy.

'I need to be quick,' he muttered to himself, a low growl emphasizing his words.

Reign was keenly aware that his hunt was far from over. There were still more targets to track down.. He gulped down the ten corpses and then leave, driven by the insatiable urge to search for more.

He repeated this process two more times, methodically eliminating his targets with ruthless efficiency. With each successful hunt, Reign's power grew, his predatory instincts becoming much better.

His blood was finally starting to heat up, the feeling of power surging within him was too exhilarating to ignore.

'Nothing could beat this feeling, I love it! ' he grinned widely, a surge of satisfaction filling him.

For him, the thrill of the hunt was an intoxicating rush unlike any other.

It was a sensation that couldn't be replaced by anything else. He blamed his monster nature for this insatiable craving—it was just too addicting. Once he gained momentum, he couldn't help but crave more.

[Level Up+ 1]

[Level Up+ 1]

'Two more to go,' he thought to himself, his anticipation mounting as he walked closer to the main building.

Only two more levels were needed to reach the coveted level 10 and put his theory to the test.

The prospect of evolving and unlocking new powers filled him with excitement.

He climbed the weathered exterior of the old industrial building, his claws finding it's place on the rusted metal beams and crumbling brickwork.

Reaching the ventilation chamber high above, Reign paused to make sure none had seen him, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

The interior of the building was very different to its dilapidated exterior. Bright fluorescent lights illuminated the area, casting stark shadows against the walls.

Through the towering industrialized window, he could see through the whole operation.

Figures wearing yellow Hazmat suits moved about their job. The air was thick with the acrid scent of chemicals, a reminder of the illicit activities taking place within.

Below, rows of vats bubbled and steamed, their contents obscured by a thick smoke.

As he observed the illicit drug manufacturing below, a wave of indifference washed over him. The notion of drugs meant to destroy lives held no significance to him.

His purpose was simple—to hunt, to kill, and to consume.

'This place is too bright,' he thought to himself, his instincts telling him to abandon stealth in favor of a more direct approach.

Taking them on one by one would be a tedious job in this type of scenario. Confronting them head-on and killing them fast might me a better idea.

CRACK!

His legs extended as he locked onto his first prey: four armed personnel guarding the area. It was only logical to take them down first.

However—

"Who's that guy?" he paused, sensing something odd.

There was a man wearing a black biker jacket with long brown hair and a beard. A picture of a crying angel adorned the back of his jacket.

Reign could tell from intuition that the man was different—he was neither a demon nor a human.

'A divergent?' he pondered to himself, his mind racing with excitement at the prospect.

Despite the potential danger posed by encountering divergent, Reign couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through his veins.

After all, the stronger the individual he consumed, the greater the experience points he would gain. The mere thought of the immense power waiting to be absorbed was too tempting.

'Wait, there's more,' his excitement grew as he observed not just one, but four more Divergents get out from a room .

A wide grin spread across Reign's face as he realized the the opportunity before him.

With each additional divergent present, his potential for gaining experience points multiplied exponentially.

Looking closer, they didn't look like criminals at all, but what made him more curious was the fact that they were holding a briefcase, and he could tell they were protecting it .

He became interested right away; hiring five divergents to guard a briefcase meant it was extremely important.

"Looks like it's going to be a feast tonight," Reign murmured to himself. It was time for him to finally test how far his current abilities could go.

'I hope you all taste good,' he grinned maniacally, his tone dripping with sadistic aura as he savored the thought of how delicious his future meals would be.