Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

"Do you see it now? This is what humans can do that not even us demons could pull off," Draven broke the silence, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and recognition.

Reign looked at him, his face hard to read. Then, he turned back to the city outside the window.

The view before them was a sight to behold indeed.

The stacked roads, tightly packed buildings, and glowing lights of Central City seemed almost surreal, like something from a future far beyond their own time.

"It’s... flashy," he finally said, though he struggled to hide his skepticism. "But all this won’t mean much in front of absolute power. One attack from you could destroy this place without even breaking a sweat."

Draven smirked. "True, but don’t underestimate their ingenuity. Humans may lack innate power, but they thrive under pressure. This city wasn’t built in peace—it was forged in desperation, just like their best inventions. To be honest, I doubt I could even destroy this place if I wanted to. Humans are good at hiding their strength."

Reign did not rebut the statement, as there was some truth to it. He couldn’t deny that humans had a way of surprising even him.

The flying car slowed as it approached a sleek tower. A group of heavily armed guards waited near a landing platform.

They wore advanced armor that glowed faintly, each piece seamlessly integrated with cutting-edge technology. The armor had a sleek, futuristic design, with smooth, reflective surfaces that shimmered in the low light.

Holographic displays flickered along the edges of their helms, providing real-time data and scanning information.

As the car touched down, the armored guards stepped forward in perfect unison. They were doing their best to show respect, aware that the alliance with Draven had become more important than ever.

With the looming threat of Hell’s forces growing stronger, their need for his power and authority had never been more apparent.

"Welcome to Central City, Demon God Draven," a human official greeted them, bowing slightly. "We’ve been expecting you. "

The duo nodded and followed their guide inside.

As they walked, more humans with cybernetic enhancements came into view, each one more modified than the last.

What caught Reign’s attention the most were those with fully robotic faces.

Were these humans striving to become robots, shedding their flesh for steel?

Or were they machines longing to mimic humanity, trying to reclaim what they had never truly possessed?

It was hard to tell.

"They really went all out with their upgrades," Reign commented.

Draven glanced at him, a faint smirk forming. "It’s their way of surviving. They’re turning themselves into something beyond human. It’s amusing, isn’t it?"

"Not really," he said, shaking his head. "They put in all this effort, yet it only imitates a fraction of what we can do."

Draven paused for a moment before responding.

"Well, I can’t deny that," he said with a slight smirk. "But I think you’ll find the meeting more interesting. I’ve heard the meta-humans will be joining us. You can judge for yourself whether they’re worth anything or not."

Hearing that he would be meeting meta-humans, Reign became more curious. He wondered if their unique abilities might offer some insight or inspiration, especially in how they harness and control their void energy.

As the duo continued their conversation, the humans guiding them couldn’t help but overhear. Reign’s dismissive tone and choice of words were very insulting.

Unlike Draven, who continued to praise humans for their resourcefulness, Reign made no effort to hide his disdain. He flat-out showed just how little he thought of them.

What they were feeling right now was akin to treating a guest with the utmost care and respect, only to be met with insults in return.

However, none of them dared to speak up. They didn’t know who he was, but the fact that Draven had brought him along suggested he was someone important—or at least dangerous enough to warrant respect.

So, they kept their heads down and led the way in silence, their expressions carefully neutral.

Just as they reached the elevator, a voice broke through.

"Well, well, it seems the self-proclaimed Strongest Demon is here."

Draven halted mid-step, prompting Reign to stop as well.

Both turned their attention toward the source of the voice.

Standing before them were two beautiful women, identical in most ways but with subtle differences—one was slightly taller, and the other’s hair was a few inches longer, cascading in waves down her back.

Each had one curved horns protruding from opposite sides of their heads, adding an otherworldly feature to their beauty.

Their faces were flawless, with charming features and glowing, hypnotic eyes that seemed to draw attention effortlessly. And when Reign thought "hypnotic," he was being literal.

They spun, constantly swirling in a circular pattern, like the spirals on a brightly colored candy.

In addition, their figures were exaggerated too. The chest and hips were particularly huge, drawing attention in a way that made it difficult to look away.

Reign raised an eyebrow but kept his face otherwise neutral, while Draven’s expression turned calculating.

"Interesting, so you also came... I thought you hated working with humans," Draven responded.

"We do, but the enemy of my enemy is my friend," the taller one replied.

Draven nodded in agreement before asking a question. "Are you the only ones who came, or are those old fools here too?"

His tone was casual, showing that there was no hostility between them.

"No, you know how those ancient beings think. They wouldn’t leave their place even if it was the end of the world."

Draven chuckled. "You’re completely right. If those fools actually started moving, it would be much easier for us to fight this war."

Reign looked puzzled. Why did it sound like demon history was much deeper than he had ever imagined?

The conversation seemed to hint at layers of the past he hadn’t even considered. Now, he regretted never bothering to read a single book from the library. The gaps in his common knowledge were becoming too obvious.

Draven glanced at him, seeing the confusion in his eyes. With a slight nod, he motioned toward the two women.

"These are the current leaders of the Dark Parade Legion," he said calmly. "A powerful demon faction, almost as formidable as the Abyssal Alliance."

The taller woman, with striking red horns, smirked slightly.

"My name is Liliana," she said with a hint of pride. "And this," she gestured to her twin sister, who had silver-blue horns, "is Aris."

Reign raised an eyebrow, still processing the information. "I didn’t know there were other factions. I thought the Abyssal Alliance was the only one."

Liliana giggled. "Well, that’s because the Abyssal Alliance is the only faction that actually created a society. Most demon factions, like ours, had no structure and just kept to ourselves. We’re more focused on getting stronger rather than playing king," she said, shooting a playful look at Draven.

"Oh, so you’re a bunch of sane demons," Reign remarked, his tone light but with a hint of amusement.

He felt like he could relate to the Dark Parade Legion better than he could to the structured, politically-minded demons of the Abyssal Alliance.

Liliana blinked, taken aback by his response. She had expected him to criticize them or at least show some form of disdain, but instead, he seemed to find their approach more appealing.

"You’re not what I expected," Liliana said with a smile, eyeing him curiously. "I thought you’d be more... stubborn, like your grandfather."

"You know about me?" Reign asked.

Liliana let out a soft giggle. "Of course I know about you. You’re the hottest topic right now. I wonder, who do you think is better— you or your father?"

In what?" he inquired, his brow furrowing slightly.

"In bed," she teased with a sly smile,

Now Reign was completely confused. He stared at Liliana, trying to make sense of her words.

Draven leaned closer and whispered, "Yes, your father had a... wild past with women. These two were a part of it,"

Liliana leaned forward with a sly smile, her eyes glinting with lust.

"So, is the son better than the father? We’d love to find out. How about we have some fun after the meeting? I promise you won’t regret it. Your father loved our performance."

Reign shot them a quick glance, his expression cold and unimpressed. "I don’t have time to waste on you two," he responded bluntly.

Draven couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He clapped Reign on the back, proud of his grandson’s self-control.

Little did he know, this was just Reign’s normal personality at work. There was no need for self-control because, truth be told, he wasn’t interested in the first place.

Before they could speak any further, the human representative interjected, his voice firm but polite.

"Please come with us, the meeting will begin shortly. You’re expected on the 15th floor," he said, gesturing toward the elevator. Discover stories with NovelBin.Côm