Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Panic swept through the crowd as the terrifying reality hit them.

The horde of undead in the distance kept getting closer. Their dark red aura surrounded them like cold flames, making them even more terrifying.

"Run! Demons!" someone screamed, and chaos broke out.

People ran in all directions, their faces filled with fear.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Some stumbled over each other, trying to escape. Others yelled for help, their voices shaking as panic spread through the crowd.

A man pulled his terrified wife along, shouting for others to follow.

They ran toward the city center, not knowing they were heading into a trap.

From the air, Reign watched with a satisfied smirk. He stood confidently, his arms crossed over his chest.

He had arranged this, guiding everyone to the center of the city so he could kill them all at once and avoid dealing with collecting the bodies later.

As the frightened crowd ran away, his undead army continued to march, making sure no one could escape.

'It will take some time to round everyone up so I should focus on getting some exp,' He muttered to himself as his gaze fell on the burned corpses scattered across the ground.

Tens of thousands of tendrils shot out from his back, collecting and absorbing them as if he were just vacuuming some dust.

'I need to be faster and more efficient! I need more!' he thought, driven by his hunger for strength.

(1 hour later)

Reign sat on the remains of a structure, the Hunter Association's building barely hanging on.

Some hunters were still around when he arrived, but as he took things more seriously, they quickly fell before they could even put up a fight.

'All these mutated organs are too weak,' he sighed, feeling disappointed.

The Tier 4 hunters he ate just weren't strong enough anymore to satisfy his appetite.

To really boost his abilities, he needed someone like Quill, but those high-level hunters were usually found in Tier 1 cities.

'Could I attack a Tier 1 city after I become a demon king?' he thought, the idea exciting him.

It would be a bold and dangerous move, but it could bring the rewards he wanted.

However, after thinking about the advanced technology of humans, particularly the Meta-humans, he began to doubt whether this was a good idea.

After all, Meta-humans' powers were too random, unpredictable, unbalanced, and broken in many ways.

'I should focus on Green Valley first. This area will be filled with powerful fighters after all this destruction... but I don't care anymore. I need power, and I need it fast.'

His drive wasn't just about becoming stronger.

He also wanted to reach the Eastern continent as soon as possible, and searched for the dragon palace.

'Alright, time to move on.'

He took off, soaring through the air, his focus locked on the next city.

While this was happening, the train from Rosewood travel along the tracks toward its first stop.

But something unusual occurred when they tried to use the platform.

Normally, someone below ground should have detected the weight of the train and lowered it down.

With the platforms still not moving, they knew something was seriously wrong.

One train officer, a tall man, suggested, "Let's check it out. We need to know what's happening."

The other crew members nodded and quickly acted, putting on their power armor to shield themselves from the thick miasma that filled the air outside.

Once equipped, they hurried to the platform's hidden mechanism beneath the ground, and hotwired the controls to lower the platform.

The machinery whirred to life, and they were slowly lowered down, only to reveal a destroyed tunnel.

Rubble and debris littered the tracks, making it clear that something catastrophic had happened.

The walls were also scorched, and a thick miasma hung in the air, making it hard to breathe even with their power armor.

"What could have caused this?" one officer whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Whatever it was, it's not good," the lead officer replied, scanning the wreckage. "We need to go back and report this. "

They hurried back, adrenaline rushing through their bodies.

Once they were safe on the train, Officer Brant headed straight to the control room to report his findings.

"We checked the tunnels below, and they're completely destroyed. The dark miasma has also filled the whole tunnel, which means the filter isn't working. I think it got invaded and overrun by the corrupted, sir,"

The captain rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the bad news pressing down on him.

This situation was turning into a nightmare.

"Order everyone to get back ; we're heading to the next stop!" he commanded.

"What about the passengers, sir?" Brant asked.

The captain paused for a moment before speaking.

"Tell the passengers who are supposed to get off here that we're experiencing some technical issues, which is why the train is moving slower than usual. "

He lied, in order to avoid causing panic among the passengers on the train.

As long as they didn't run into any trouble on the way, they could safely get to the next city and report what had happened here.

Sticking to the plan, they kept traveling and reached more cities, but it was the same story—everything was in ruins.

Those aware of the situation couldn't shake their anxiety anymore.

They gathered in a dimly lit quarters, their voices low and cautious.

"Do you think Green Valley City is still standing?" one whispered, glancing around as if the walls might be listening.

Another shook his head, worry etched on his face. "Let's stop talking about this. We don't want our passengers to get a wind of this "

"I think it's too late for that. I keep getting reports and complaints that it's taking too long for us to reach our destination."

The others nodded, concern growing among them.

"It's only a matter of time before they figure it out. They're not stupid."

The group fell silent, exchanging worried looks.

They hoped the next one would at least be safe and still standing.