Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

’A way back home?’

Reign muttered to himself.

His mind began to race, trying to piece everything together. He hadn’t really thought about returning to his old world in a meaningful way.

Sure, he wanted revenge on the doctors who experimented on him, but that feeling had faded with time.

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His focus had shifted—he was driven by a desire to become stronger, to wield power no one could challenge.

But now, Draven’s words stirred something inside him.

Reign narrowed his eyes, his mind racing. He had a strong feeling there was more to this than just a grandfather offering help to his grandson.

Draven was no fool, and Reign had been around long enough to know that there was usually an underlying agenda.

"You want me to go back to my world?" he asked slowly.

"But why?" Reign pressed, his voice laced with suspicion. "Is it just because you want to look for your son,?"

Draven’s expression remained unreadable for a moment

"Your father... is a special case," he began, his voice low and measured. "But it’s not just about him. It’s more about a backup plan."

Reign frowned, the words catching his attention. "A backup plan?" he repeated, his voice skeptical. "What do you mean?"

Draven let out a heavy sigh, his expression turning grim. "The war against Hell is only the start."

"Once Hell opens up, the restrictions from Heaven will lift as well, and this planet will become a battleground." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

"Angels and Devils won’t care about our differences. They’ll come for everything, and if they do, both demons and humans will be caught in the crossfire. The moment that battle begins, the world as we know it will be shattered."

"So you’re thinking of opening a bridge so demons can migrate?" Reign asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes,"

Reign touched his chin. He could accept the logic behind it.

No matter how powerful Draven was, the demon world was still divided.

The Abyssal Alliance was just one of many factions, and even combined, they would be no match against the overwhelming forces of Heaven and Hell.

’I’ll be lying if I said I’m not interested in knowing how to transfer worlds,’ Reign thought to himself

’I’ll just agree with him for now.’

He looked at Draven and nodded. "Alright, I’ll help you finish what my father started. But don’t think I’m doing this just because you’re my grandfather."

"I’m doing it because I want to get stronger, and this could help me."

"Of course, I expect no less from my grandson," Draven said with a smirk, his tone filled with pride.

"You should always aim to become the strongest. Alright, I’ll leave you now. I still have a lot of things to do. After that thing we pulled off, I’m sure the capital is in uproar." He laughed loudly, forgetting that he was the reason for all that trouble to begin with.

Next, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an small object.

"Use this ring to come and go from this place. It’ll make things easier for you. Don’t lose it."

Reign frowned, his hand tightening around the ring. It was not the same one on the demon god’s finger.

"How about the others? You said you would give it all to me," he protested, his voice tinged with frustration.

"If I give these things to you now and get assassinated, who will protect you?" He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. "Become a Demon God first, then we’ll talk."

"Then let me just touch it for a moment. I want to study it," Reign suggested.

However, Draven gave him a final nod before turning toward the exit. Without another word, he walked out.

’That old geezer,’

Reign cursed inwardly, his frustration growing.

It was as if Draven had let go of all pretenses, treating Reign differently now that he was sure he was his grandson. The once commanding presence had softened, replaced by a more casual and familiar demeanor.

Unfortunately, Draven’s casual demeanor was annoying as hell.

Ironically, Reign was completely unaware that both he and his grandfather shared the same trait—an uncanny ability to annoy those around them without even trying.

’Forget it. At least this place is filled with things I can use. With the system’s help, I can analyze everything here, and I might even find a way back home. Better yet, I could figure out how to teleport back and forth.’

’But before that, I need to go back to my original body. My meta-human body is about complete by now,’

Reign found a quiet, secluded spot within the library and lay down.

He wasn’t concerned about being attacked or killed here. If Draven had intended to do so, he had more than enough opportunities by now.

The fact that he had let Reign stay in this chamber only meant one thing: it was likely the safest place in the entire capital.

After the news of his true identity spread, Draven grew concerned. He knew that other factions and powerful families would likely view his grandson as a valuable asset—or a threat—and try to use him for their own gain.

Some might even try to eliminate him to prevent Draven from gaining more influence.

Feeling more comfortable, he closed his eyes and transferred to his original body.

’Man, I miss this body,’

Reign chuckled to himself as he stretched, feeling the familiar power returning to his limbs.

His demon body, unlike his angel form, always felt more natural to him—faster, stronger, and more in tune with his true abilities.

"System," he summoned the interface, the holographic screen flickering to life in front of him.

He couldn’t help but smile after he saw the glowing button. Once he pressed it, his meta-human body would finally be created, and with it, he would gain outrageous abilities.

Now, with that same power soon to be at his fingertips, a sense of satisfaction washed over him.

’Time for a big upgrade,’

he muttered with a chuckle, before pressing the button.