Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

A day later, the hideout buzzed with activity as Benedict and the rest of Lilith's spies prepared to leave.

The place was filled with people wearing black jackets, their faces stern and focused as they moved around, checking supplies and ensuring everything was in place for their departure.

Reign stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold.

He couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer number of spies Lilith had deployed here.

Her determination to obtain the serum and the related documents was clear from the effort she put into securing them.

It was impressive in a way that she managed to trick these people into serving her. It was just what he had expect from a devil with a silver tongue.

But for him, her approach lacked something essential.

While she focused on empowering her organization through numbers and strategy, he believed more in individual strength.

Overwhelming power was still his preferred choice of fighting.

In his eyes, a single powerful being could accomplish what an entire army could not.

"Sir, here's everything we've got," Benedict said, handing over a stack of papers and digital files.

Reign took them all, his eyes scanning the reports quickly.

Each piece of information was somehow important, and he wanted to ensure he had a clear understanding of the present situation. He might need these details later.

"Good work," Reign said, his tone flat. "Make sure everyone is ready to move."

The group nodded and began their final preparations.

Bags were packed, weapons were checked, and plans were reviewed one last time.

"If Aljon was here right now, he would be proud of what we've accomplished," Benedict said, his voice tinged with sadness.

"Did you know, sir, that he really wanted to get the blessing of Miss Lilith? He put in the most effort. What a loss." He sighed, recalling all his friend's deeds.

Reign did not respond; he was the one who killed Aljon, after all.

Benedict and the rest, not knowing the twisted truth, kept preparing for their departure.

Despite the tension, there was a sense of urgency that kept them focused.

As the group gathered at the entrance, they bid their farewells.

Benedict, standing at the front, gave a small smile. "Stay safe, sir."

Reign nodded. "You too. Make sure to follow the plan. And take Wick with you."

Wick looked up at Reign with a mix of loyalty and sadness.

Reign knelt down and patted his head. "Go with them,"

The dog gave a low growl of understanding and trotted over to Benedict's side.

The group then left the hideout, moving quickly and quietly into the night.

He watched them go, his mind already shifting to his next move.

With the group gone, he could act more freely and take bolder steps in his approach.

The city was still crawling with hidden powerhouse, but now he had fewer distractions.

As the sound of their footsteps faded, he turned back to the stack of reports.

There was much to do, and he needed to be ready for whatever came next.

'Now the real fun will begin,' a smirk formed on his lips.

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2 Days Later.

BOOOOOOM!

BOOOOOOM!

BOOOOOOM!

The sound of loud, thunderous explosions filled the air. This time, they weren't coming from the military.

One of the forts on the eastern side of the barrier was being attacked by some kind of long-range weapon.

Each hit made the ground burst into flames, like a napalm bomb.

The noise made the corrupted creatures outside the barrier even more restless, and they began to attack the fort.

Chaos erupted. Soldiers and guards ran in every direction, shouting for backup.

And that was not even the worst part

Soldiers fought bravely, but the sheer number of attackers and the nonstop bombardment overwhelmed them.

"Get the heavy artillery! We need more firepower!" a captain yelled, his voice barely audible over the noise.

"We're being overrun!" another soldier shouted, firing his rifle into the mass of corrupted swarming the fort.

The fort's defenses were weakening quickly.

"Command, this is Fort 7! We're under heavy attack! We need immediate backup! Do you copy?"

"Fort 7, this is Command. Hold your position. Reinforcements are en route. ETA 20 minutes. Do you copy?"

"Twenty minutes? We'll be dead by then!" a soldier screamed into his radio. "We are being attack by some kind of unique corrupted, goddammit !"

They couldn't see the attackers clearly, so they assumed a unique variant was behind the devastating bombardment.

But in reality, the person responsible was hovering in the sky.

It was Reign. His back was filled with javelins imbued with his flame energy.

He threw the javelins high into the sky, letting them arc before they fell.

Because they were so high, they seemed to rain down directly on the fort, and with the help of the miasma, no one could detect that it was coming from his direction.

This was his true power finally revealed. He wanted to remind everyone that he was still the Demon Lord with the most destructive powers.

BOOOOOOM!

BOOOOOOM!

BOOOOOOM!

Each javelin exploded on impact, creating huge blasts of fire and destruction.

'This feels like killing ants,' he chuckled to himself, finding it ironic that he had the same feeling now as when he was a kid.

Reign watched from above, a sadistic smirk forming on his lips.

'Sweet, not holding back is really the best,' he thought.

He enjoyed the destruction he caused, feeling the raw power coursing through him.

After a while, he stopped attacking.

'This is enough of a diversion,'

The reason for this chaos was to thin out the defenses and force the other hidden powers to join the battle.

By doing so, he could observe their abilities and take them out if possible.

Information in this world had delays, so as long as he ensured no information leaked from this place, he could easily blame the corrupted for the destruction.

Reign stayed in the air ,his javelins spent from the previous barraged.

He surveyed the damage using his undead eye, noting the confusion and desperation among the soldiers.

'Time to see who steps up,' he muttered.

Minutes passed, and as expected, new forces began to appear.

Hunters, mercenaries, and advanced robots arrived at the scene, each trying to take control of the situation.

They quickly managed to neutralize the immediate threat.

But that wasn't what caught his attention.

The hunters were wearing power armor, which allowed them to move in the miasma.

However, the large tanks on their backs showed that they needed a lot of oxygen to use their abilities.

'So that's how they use their breathing technique,'

It was the first time he had seen hunters fight outside the barrier, and he found this small details amusing.

He continued to watched them closely, noting their abilities and strategies.

'As expected, only the small fry joined the battle first,' he thought, then shifted his attention towards the fort.

He saw five people who had huge amount of vitalities.

But just seeing their energy wasn't enough to understand how strong they really were.

He needed to watch them in a real fight before deciding the best way to deal with them.

'Go on, show your power,' he chuckled inwardly seeing that they haven't detected him yet.