Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

"Could it be true?" one of the demons muttered under his breath.

The rumors that had circulated for days, whispers of a potential heir, now seemed to hold more truth than anyone had dared to imagine.

The idea of Draven having a grandson was no importance for some, while a total nightmare for others, knowing full well how fragile the current state of leadership within the alliance.

But the words came directly from his mouth, leaving no doubt that he was very serious about this.

Speaking with such certainty was rare for him, and even rarer was his willingness to openly mention family ties in front of everyone.

It only meant that he was deeply convinced his guess was right. The fact that he was willing to use his authority so freely to confirm it spoke volumes.

One could only imagine what he would do if it turned out to be true.

"What the hell is this bullshit, Tara?!" A large man, his face resembling that of a bull, spat out angrily.

His voice was full of disdain, upset by the turn of events. He was one of the Demon Gods from the opposing faction within the alliance.

"Is that senile old man crazy?!" he grumbled, his big fists clenching.

"Mind your words, Caurus, or I'll kill you myself!" Tara shot back, her voice cold and full of warning.

Caurus sneered, unbothered by her threat.

"Do it if you have the ability. That old man is suicidal. Does he want to start a civil war while we're dealing with the Devil and the threat of hell?"

Tara's eyes narrowed, annoyance flashing in them, but before she could respond, the auras of the other opposing Demon Gods surged.

In an instant, they, alongside Caurus, shot toward the stage, their power making the ground beneath them tremble.

"This is madness!" Caurus bellowed, his voice sharp with anger. "You should have consulted us first!"

His words echoed through the air, the force of his anger radiating outward.

The other Demon Gods stood in solidarity, their presence a force that demanded attention. Some wore expressions of deep concern, while others looked as though they were ready to act at any moment.

Draven remained calm, facing them without flinching. "I do not need your approval to solve family matters. The decision is mine, and I will see it through."

His gaze swept over the gathered demon gods, daring anyone to challenge him further.

"Draven, I know that you're an emotional person when it comes to your son, but think this through," another Demon God spoke, her voice calm and firm.

She was a woman with a humanoid body, but her form was unlike the others—her skin was gelatinous, sticky, and flexible, almost as if it could shift and change at will.

Her translucent features shimmered as she moved, and her golden eyes glowed faintly.

"Why are you so bothered by it, Remu?" Draven asked, his voice growing sharp. "I just want to confirm if he's really my grandson."

"We are not children, Draven," Remu continued, "You wouldn't call for this massive event without a reason. You want to show everyone that he is your blood relative to solidify his position and eventually take over for you, right?"

Her words hung in the air, blunt and clear.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shook his head.

"Don't pretend this is just about family," Remu added, her voice hardening slightly.
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"The moment you put him in the spotlight like this, you're preparing him for more than just the title of your grandson. You're grooming him for the position of alliance leader, and you're using the monolith as a bargaining chip."

Draven's face soured as her words hit their mark. She had completely read his plan.

It was true—Reign might not be a Demon God yet, but if he could activate the monolith, it would prove that he had the ability to protect the alliance.

The artifact wasn't just a tool for defense; it could reshape the balance of power. Even a Demon God wouldn't stand a chance against its full potential.

Draven's grip tightened on the edge of the podium as his thoughts swirled.

He had known this moment would come, but he had hoped to control it, to steer it in his favor before anyone caught wind of his true intentions.

But now, with her blunt accusation, the cracks were showing. His plan was no longer a hidden card—it was out in the open, and the consequences of his impulsive actions were beginning to unravel.

"Enough," Draven's commanding voice cut through the air,. "I will not be questioned on my decisions. This is a matter of family and legacy, not politics."

Remu's gelatinous form rippled slightly, as if she was considering her next words carefully.

"It's not just about the truth," she shook her head.

"Even if he's really your grandson, this will create a power struggle. Are you telling me you want to divide us now?"

The only reason the alliance remained intact was because everyone accepted him as their leader.

He was the strongest Demon God, and time and time again, he had proven that he deserved the position.

But if he stepped down, other council members would be ready to take his place. Reign's presence had become a problem for them.

"Remu, if you don't stop talking, there will be no dividing. I will subtract you five from the council," Draven snapped, his dark red aura surging.

The entire place began to tremble, and even the sky shook under the force of his anger.

All the other demons watching felt a wave of fear wash over them. If they started fighting, the entire capital would be destroyed.

Meanwhile, Reign, watching this unfold from the shadows, couldn't help but shake his head. He'd been under the wrong impression, thinking Draven was sane in the first place.

'Damn, that old man is a complete psycho... Now I'm pretty sure I'm not related to him at all. I'm not that crazy,'

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Authors Note:

Back to two chapters again.