Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

He assumed they'd head back to the round table to resume discussions, however Draven turned toward a hidden staircase, which led them deep underground.

As his mind raced, he couldn't shake the uncertainty of what awaited him below.

Draven glanced back.

"It's been so long since I felt this... content," he said, his voice echoing faintly. "To think I'd find my own grandson after so much time."

Reign remained silent, unsure how to respond.

Draven slowed his pace as the narrow staircase spiraled deeper underground.

"You know your father," his voice grew more reflective. "He was... different, even compared to me and his predecessors."

"Different how?"

"Brilliant, for one. He had this way of creating things. Artifacts, weapons, structures—things even the oldest demons couldn't replicate.

"He was stubborn as well. Always wanting to push boundaries, explore places no one dared go. That's why he disappeared." Draven's voice grew distant, as though he was reliving the memory.

"I told him not to play with forces he didn't understand, but he didn't listen. He never did."

Reign couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer. "So what exactly happened to him?"

Draven paused for a moment, his hand brushing the rough stone wall beside him. He sighed heavily before responding.

"He was experimenting with dimensional rifts. Always had this wild theory that our reality wasn't the only one. That there were others out there, with different laws, different possibilities. No one believed him at first, not even me. That's why he was so determined to prove everyone wrong."

"But now, I know he succeeded," Draven turned around.

"What are you talking about?"

The demon god sighed "Don't lie to me. I know that you came from another world,"

Reign's eyes narrowed, his instincts kicking in as he put his guard up. "How did you know?"

Draven let out a chuckle, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? I might not be as brilliant as your father, but our family comes from a line of geniuses. It didn't take much to piece things together. " His eyes glinted with a mix of pride and warning.

"So, do you have any more questions?" Draven added.

Reign shook his head. "Just wondering if arrogance runs in the blood too, or if that's just you."

The Demon God laughed, the sound deep and unbothered. "Call it what you want, I prefer to call it stating facts,"

He resisted the urge to slap the old man. Every word Draven spoke seemed to drip with arrogance, and the way he carried himself made it clear he was comfortable showing his true self.

"So, tell me about your world . I have some guesses, but I want to hear it from you. How did you end up here?"

"I don't know, I just wake up here," he replied vaguely. "As for my world, it's pretty peaceful—no demons, no corrupteds, no monsters. Well, except for my father, the Evil Monarch. He became the supreme leader there, and he basically controlled everything."

"Evil Monarch?" Draven chuckled, clearly amused by the name.

"Seems a bit too edgy, doesn't it? But to think he actually made his dream come true in another world... I'm glad to know that he succeeded. I always knew he had it in him."

"Bullshit, you just said you didn't believe him." Reign rolled his eyes.

"Did I?" Draven laughed again, brushing off the comment like it was nothing.

At this point, Reign seriously considered punching his grandfather at least once. The old man had a knack for getting under people's skin whenever he wanted.

Finally, they reached the end of the corridor, where an ancient door stood.

Draven raised his hand and pressed the ring on his right index finger against the keyhole door.

The moment Draven's ring touched the door, the runes glowed brightly for a few seconds before the door clicked open. Beyond it, was a swirling portal appeared.

"This place leads to your father's hidden chamber," he said, his voice low and serious. His hand lingered on the doorframe.

"Now that I know you're my grandson, it's your birthright to inherit it. But there's more. I need you to look into something for me."

He turned around and walked through the portal, his coat flowing behind him.

Reign hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his mind, but curiosity and greed ultimately took over.

As soon as he stepped through, his vision adjusted, and he found himself in a vast, open space.

It looked like something out of a storybook—a towering library that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Shelves lined the walls, stacked with countless books, some bound in materials he had never seen before.

The ceiling above soared up like the inside of a grand cathedral, easily five stories high, with ancient stone columns holding up the weight of the room.

He also noticed multiple doors on the side, each one likely leading to different rooms or spaces. The possibilities made him even more curious about what lay behind them.

"This is your father's work," his voice broke the silence. He was already walking toward a large table covered with open books and maps "Everything he left behind is here. And now, it's yours."

"Are you sure?" Reign asked, taken aback.

"Of course, you're my grandson," Draven said, his voice steady. "It's only right that you keep all of this to yourself. Most of these are from your father's research throughout his life, and the book collection in this library spans different eras."

"I see... so there's a catch," Reign said, his voice steady, though a flicker of suspicion crossed his eyes.

"Well, I prefer it this way. I'd be uncomfortable if you handed all this to me for free. So, what do you want?"

Draven paused, his eyes sweeping over the , library before turning speaking.
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"I want you to complete your father's research. All the secrets he left behind... they are the key to returning you home."