Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Gripping the girl’s hair tightly, he yanked her off the floor as if she weighed nothing. Her feet dangled in the air, kicking wildly, but the sight only brought a twisted grin to his face.

"Ability users..." he murmured, leaning in close as his grin twisted into something monstrous. "You always taste so much better. It’s like your powers seasons your meat."

The girl screamed, her hands bursting into flames as she clawed at his arm. Each desperate blast of fire shot toward his face, but he didn’t even blink.

"Please!" she cried, her voice cracking with terror. "Let me go! I don’t want to die!"

He tilted his head, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "Begging already? That’s cute. "

Her flames grew wilder, her movements frantic. "I’ll stop! I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill me!"

Reign leaned closer, his grip tightening as she screamed again.

"You don’t get it, do you? Nothing you do will make a difference. You’re my food for today."

Her attacks faltered, the flames flickering out as her strength faded.

Tears streamed down her face. "No... please..." she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper now.

"Keep begging," he sneered, watching her body go limp. "It makes it all the more fun for me."

And just as the last flicker of hope faded from her eyes, he tightened his grip and, with a sickening crack, tore one of her arms clean off.

"AHHHHH!" Blood sprayed across the room as her agonized scream ripped through the air.

He held the severed limb up, examining .

"I wonder if you’ll taste like smoked steak since you’re a flame user," he muttered with a twisted grin, licking the blood off her severed arms.

The girl writhed, clutching the bleeding stump, her cries turning to choked sobs.

"P-please... stop..." she whimpered, her voice barely audible through the pain.

He ignored her pleas, biting into the arm with a crunch, tearing at the flesh as if it were a piece of beef jerky. Blood dripped down his chin as he chewed, savoring every bite.

"Delicious," he said, his voice muffled as he tore another chunk free. "You taste even better than I thought."

The girl’s body shook, her strength draining with every second. She looked up at him with glassy, tear-filled eyes, barely able to speak. "W-why...?"

He leaned closer, his face inches from hers, still chewing.

"Why?" he repeated mockingly, his blood-streaked grin widening. "Because I can. And because it’s fun."

Her vision blurred, her breathing shallow as her body gave out from too much blood lost .

"Such a waste,"

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

His teeth sank into her skull, tearing her head clean off. Warm brain matter oozed into his mouth, the soft tissue melting on his tongue.

He chewed slowly, savoring the rich, fatty texture.

"The brain," he murmured, licking his lips, "easily the most delicious part of the human body."

Blood dripped down his chin, pooling at his feet, but he didn’t care.

When he finished his feast, he wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand and flew out of the building.

The air around him crackled with tension as he ascended, leaving the bloody scene behind without a second thought.

He soon arrived at a secluded area, a place just for him.

Hidden from the rest of the city, it served as both a workshop and a vault.

The heavy metal doors groaned open, revealing the eerie glow of thousands of crystallized energy.

He stepped inside, running his hand over the neatly arranged stacks.

"Perfect," he muttered, his fingers brushing over the glowing crystals. "I just need to make more of these, and then I can finally go back."

He set the crystal back in its place and began preparing to create more, the room filling with a sinister glow as he funneled his own energy into the process.

Crystals dropped to the ground one after another.

’This is so boring. So this is what it feels like to work in a factory,’ he sighed.

He would rather be fighting billions of devils right now, proving they were nothing more than ants compared to him.

It was ironic. He had finally achieved perfection, yet there was no one worthy to challenge him.

Hoping the devils—and Lilith—were far stronger than his father crossed his mind, as the fight with him was a total disappointment.

’Speaking of perfection, is this really my strongest state?’ he wondered.

Without the system, there was no way to accurately gauge his true power. Even during the fight with Raiden, he did not used his full strength.

He couldn’t call himself planetary level either just because he destroyed Earth; the planet was relatively small, after all.

For example, if he tried destroying Jupiter, which has the equivalent of 318 Earth masses, it would take him a long time.

The world he was transmigrated to was far bigger than that. He felt like he had only explored about 10% of it, even with the use of teleportation.

Then there was Hell, which was said to be infinite.

’Damn, I really need to go back there. It’s the only place where I can keep killing without worrying about being alone,’ he sighed.

With that in mind, he focused more on his task. Days turned into months, and the number of people dying each day on Mars kept increasing.

His boredom had made him more sadistic. While normal people got a dopamine rush from doing things they loved, he found his in killing and torturing others.

Ironically, this made the portal’s construction and adjustments progress much faster.

In their fight for survival, humanity pushed to complete it quickly, eager to finally be free from his Reign of terror.

"It’s finally done!" the head scientist declared, tears in his eyes.

All the preparations were complete. The portal had been calibrated, and the energy crystals were loaded.

"Good job, now I can leave this boring place forever," Reign chuckled sadistically . Experience exclusive tales on NovelBin.Côm

He double-checked the machine first, making sure these humans didn’t played a trick on him.

"It’s perfect," he nodded in satisfaction.