Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

[DING!]

[NEGATIVE]

'You didn't do anything? Then why did it react?'

[System: This artifact utilizes soul resonance to activate, and the host shares enough similarities with the inventor to trigger it.]

'You gotta be kidding me. Does this mean...?'

His thoughts trailed off as he glanced at Draven, who was watching him with a proud smile.

'My father is from this world?'

[SYSTEM: HIGH CHANCE]

'And this crazy old man is really my grandfather?'

[SYSTEM: HIGH CHANCE]

Reign stood frozen, trying to wrap his mind around the revelation. He had always known that the evil monarch was overpowered in his previous world, but he never imagined this.

His father wasn't just from another world—he was from this one?

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come. His eyes darted between Draven's and the glowing monolith.

"Now that it's settled, I'm sure no one here wants to cause trouble anymore?" Draven's gaze shifted to the opposing demons

"He's my grandson, so if any of you dare to plot against him, it will be considered treason," he warned.

Caurus opened his mouth to speak, but Remu raised her hand to stop him. It was already done.

Attacking now would only make it seem like they were trying to steal his position.

At the same time, even if they did try, Remu was sure they would be defeated.

Metto, Tara, Visara, and Venzo would act against them without hesitation, and as much as it pained her to admit, their overall power was greater.

Draven alone could dispose of two Demon Gods on his own, and probably even all five of them if he fully utilized those rings.

Remu raised her hand, and the entire stage was surrounded by a blue, jelly-like barrier, ensuring no one could overhear their conversation.

"You win this time, but let me remind you, you're not the only one who built the alliance. Our ancestors helped too, and what you're doing now is completely disrespecting our family." she warned.

"Disrespecting your family?" Draven sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

"I was just trying to prove my grandson's identity, and you made a big deal out of it. Let me remind you too, Remu. The only reason you're alive today is because I still need you against Lilith. If you pull this nonsense again, I'll crush you and turn that body of yours into wine."

He then turned his attention to Caurus.

"And as for you, I'll roast you and stick an apple in your mouth for dinner. That way, you'll at least be a bit useful to me."

Then lastly to the other three Demon Gods.

"You brats think you can talk back to me just because I let you? Believe me when I say, I'll erase your entire bloodline if you dare act up again," he warned.

His words sounded too far cruel, but everyone knew he would actually follow through.

To most, Draven might appear easygoing, but those who really knew him understood how petty he could be. His public persona was nothing but a lie.

He had never handed his position to anyone, not because there was no one capable, but because he couldn't tolerate anyone being above him.

Even if he had to pass on the title of the strongest, it should still come from his bloodline. Plain and simple.

Remu and the others said nothing more, turning around and leaving in silence.

Meanwhile, Reign, still in processing the revelation, waited until the jelly-like barrier faded away.

Draven slowly walked toward Reign, his face full of smiles, as if his earlier intimidating presence had been nothing but an illusion.

He stopped in front of Reign, his smile widening. "You handled yourself well. What you did before was impressive.," he said with a proud tone. "It's not easy to stand up to them, but you did just fine."

Reign didn't reply. Not because he didn't know what to say, but because he was contemplating what this all meant. Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

'If my father is from here, then it means this world and my old world are somehow connected.'

'Then does that mean I can go back?'

"Let's go back to the council,"

he said, his tone commanding.

"We have a lot to talk about."

The words snapped him back to the present, forcing him to push aside his questions for now. There was no escaping the fact that Draven could be his grandfather, and it doesn't matter.

Blood-related or not, all he wanted were the rings.

As for feeling sorry for taking advantage of his potential grandfather, Reign didn't care.

All he wanted was to become the strongest—the kind of power that no one could challenge.

Family meant nothing to him; it was just another weakness, another distraction. His focus was on his own selfish desire, and nothing would stand in his way.

Wrapping things up, both of them flew and returned to the council room.

Tara and the others stayed behind to handle the aftermath.

Meanwhile, news about Reign spread like wildfire across the capital and all connected demon cities.

The announcement was everywhere—rumors, whispers, and even images of Reign's face were sent out, ensuring that everyone now knew exactly who he was.

His identity was no longer just a secret between a few; it was common knowledge.

Within a day, his name spread to the human cities too, causing an uproar.

The news sparked heated discussions and fears, as it signaled the potential for a change in leadership.

Many wondered what kind of leader he would become if he took control, and whether his rise to power would mean a new era of conflict or change.

Would he maintain the fragile status quo between humans and demons?

Would he be more lenient and supportive, seeking a peaceful coexistence?

Would he become a tyrant, ruling with an iron fist and crushing any opposition?

Or...

would he go completely mad, launching a crusade to exterminate humanity?

These were the questions that lingered in the air, unanswered.