Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

"We meet again," Reign said casually, knowing the serum and files were already secured inside his body.

He thought about escaping through the walls but it would blow his cover and reveal his true nature as a powerful demon.

With the current tensions in Brentwood, all the major powers in the area would turn over every stone to find him.

The worst type of enemy, after all, was the one lurking within, so they won't just let him go unscathed.

"Would you believe me if I said I was just cleaning the room ?" he asked, his voice steady despite the situation.

The woman's smile widened as she took a step closer. "I'm afraid your little plan ends here," she said, her voice full of satisfaction.

"So, who sent you here? Light Rock Capital?" she asked, her tone sharp and probing.

'Light Rock Capital?' he mused to himself.

As he recalled Crestwood, he remembered that Light Rock Capital was a new force opposing the Chamber of Commerce.

It was also the same group that had ordered the hit at the BioGen laboratory back then.

Curious about this organization, he had asked Aiku for information about it in the past .

Light Rock Capital had positioned itself as a big challenger to the established Chamber of Commerce, which had long dominated the world's economic and political landscape.

LRC was known for its aggressive tactics and innovative strategies, aiming to disrupt the existing order and reshape the balance of power.

Their rise had been marked by a series of high-profile moves and influential connections, making them a serious player in the ongoing struggle for control and influence.

But what intrigued him even more was their CEO's motto: "At Light Rock, we are forcing behavior."

This slogan suggested a level of control and manipulation that, in his eyes, made the group even more dangerous and ruthless than the Chamber of Commerce.

At least the Chamber was only in it for the profit; they didn't really care what others did as long as they got paid.

'Wait, she's assuming I was sent by them,' a grin spread across his face. 'I could use this,'

"I'm a professional. I won't just tell you who my employer is, but I'll give you a clue: they're on par with the Chamber of Commerce." Reign replied confidently, showing no hint of fear.

His calm demeanor and blunt tone made everyone around him more alert, revealing his trust in his own skills.

The woman's eyes narrowed, her smile fading slightly.

"You're confident, I'll give you that. But confidence doesn't change the fact that you're trapped here."

One of the armed personnel stepped forward, his gun still aimed at Reign. "We have orders to ensure you don't leave this building."

Reign met the woman's gaze, unflinching. "I'm sure you do. But if you think you can just walk in here and take me out without any consequences, you're mistaken."

The woman raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what kind of consequences are you suggesting?"

"Let's just say," Reign said with a sly grin, "I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You might want to reconsider your approach."

The woman's expression shifted immediately, her calm demeanor replaced by irritation.

Before she could respond, her phone rang.

She answered it, and as she listened, her expression grew darker and more frustrated. The conversation clearly did not go well, and her annoyance was evident.

"What did you do to the General's daughter, Emy Miller?" she demanded, her tone sharp and pissed.

"Why are you asking me? I don't know anything about her," Reign replied, pretending to be clueless.

The woman's frustration grew.

"Where is she? We checked her room, and all we found were bloodied sheets. What did you do to her?" she spat out.

"I don't really know," Reign said, shaking his head.

"Detain him. We need to extract information first," the woman ordered before walking away.

"Yes, Ma'am," the guards replied in unison, their tone respectful, indicating that the woman held high status within the facility.

They moved in slowly, their weapons still pointed at Reign, ready to shoot if he made any sudden moves.

'Did they really expect me to just surrender?' he thought, finding their actions futile and foolish.

However, something unexpected happened.

Instead of pulling the trigger, the armed personnel threw canisters into the room.

White plumes of smoke erupted, quickly filling the area and obscuring everything.

Reign remained unaffected due to his immunity, but he needed to know what was being used against him, so he quickly consulted the system .

[System: Highly concentrated nerve agent detected. This substance is capable of weakening even high-level demons. ]

'Amazing,' Reign chuckled inwardly. 'To think they have something like this up their sleeves. Humans never cease to amaze me.'

'Alright, I'll humor everyone,' he added with a sadistic grin

He pretended to be affected by the gas, dropping to his knees and letting his body slowly slump to the ground.

His movements were sloppy, showing signs of weakness and disorientation.

Seeing that the gas was taking effect, the other armed personnel used a device to suck up the remaining gas.

Next, with their masks still on, they cautiously approached Reign's body.

"He's down. Get a stretcher and carry him out of here," one of the armed guards ordered.

A few moments later, a team of personnel arrived with a stretcher.

Even though he was pretending to be unconscious , His senses stayed sharp. He watched carefully as the guards moved and handled him.

They annoyingly placed him onto the white stretcher, securing him with straps to prevent any movement.

The straps were made of very durable material, but in his opinion, they were as weak as paper.

Next, they worked efficiently, lifting the stretcher and carrying it towards the elevator.

The guards stayed alert, watching for any sign of resistance.

One of them inserted a key into the elevator's panel, activating a special override.

DING!

The doors slid open, and the stretcher was pushed inside, along with three guards due to the limited space.

As the elevator descended, he noticed it passed through underground levels not typically accessible by standard means.

'This is getting more and more complicated,' he thought to himself.

He quickly tore through the straps, causing the guards to react in alarm.

But before they could do anything, he grabbed one of their knives and, with a single powerful movement, sliced open the nearest guard's stomach.

His sudden move caught others off guard.

Seizing the chance, he quickly overpowered them one by one.

He moved around with the knife, slashing at the next guard.

The blade cut through fabric and flesh, slicing the head's off.

The third guard tried to draw his weapon, but Reign was quicker.

He lunged forward, driving the knife into the guard's side.

The victim let out a surprised cry, his eyes wide with pain as Reign twisted the knife, making the hole larger.

Blood poured from the wound and spread across the floor.

The guard attempted to fight back, but his movements slowed as Reign continued to stab him nonstop.

Finally, the guard's body went limp, his head drooping to one side as he took his last breath.

'Alright, time to escape this place,'