Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Reign let go of her hair, but before Elizabeth could react or take a breather, his hand grabbed her neck, squeezing it tightly. Her eyes widened in shock as his fingers dug into her skin, making it harder to breathe.

"One," he said coldly, his voice calm but terrifying at the same time.

Elizabeth clawed at his hand, struggling to loosen his grip, but it was like trying to move stone. His strength was overwhelming, and her air was quickly running out. The pressure was crushing her, panic rising in her chest.

She was powerful, but in front of him, she was like a child unable to put up a fight. What was worse was that her body continued to turn into stone.

Her advisors, still kneeling from the earlier burst of power, stared in horror.

None of them dared to move or speak. They knew stepping in would only make things worse.

His glowing eyes bore into hers, cold and empty. "Two."

Her vision began to blur, her body feeling weak.

He would kill her, and once she was gone, he'd destroy everyone else. The fear clawed at her mind, but her emotions urged her not to give in.

Just as his grip tightened, ready to snap her neck completely, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hall.

"Stop!" a voice shouted.

Reign stopped and turned toward the entrance. Alexander walked in, flanked by the two white-haired women.

Every step they took was heavy, their bodies trembling under the weight of the suffocating pressure.

It was even a miracle that they had the courage to be here.

One of the girls gasped, her breath hitching, before she turned to bolt for the door.

"Stay," Alexander ordered, grabbing her wrist before she could run.

"Please… I-I can't…" the girl whimpered, tears brimming in her eyes.

Alexander didn't let go. Instead, he pulled both of them forward, guiding them forcibly.

The girls collapsed to their knees as soon as they reached the center of the hall, their legs had given out completely from the fear and pressure.

Their hands pressed against the cold ground, their foreheads nearly touching it.

"Forgive us!" one of them cried, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. "We didn't mean to offend you—please, spare us!"

The second girl sobbed through her words. "We are fools… we're sorry."

Lastly, it was Alexander's turn. The once prideful demon lowered his head, his voice trembling with shame. "I'm willing to be your slave if you spare—"

BOOM!

Before he could finish, Reign's aura exploded, filling the entire hall like a crushing wave.

The ground trembled beneath their feet. Everyone froze, their bodies locked in place by the overwhelming power.

Reign's smile widened, but it wasn't friendly—it was cruel, twisted.

His eyes burned with something darker, and all the frustration he had been holding back came rushing to the surface.

Reign kept Elizabeth in place as he slowly walked toward the trio.

Stopping in front of Alexander, Reign's cold gaze locked onto the demon who now knelt before him.

"Do you want me to forgive you?" he asked with sadistic grin.

The way he spoke sent chills down their spines, as if forgiveness was an illusion he dangled just to watch them squirm.

"If it's possible," Alexander forced a reply, though the faint tremor in his hands showed his fear.

The once prideful demon now carefully measured his words, fully aware of the vast gap in strength between them.

He glanced at his sister, who he had once thought powerful, but was now reduced to this condition.

Reign tilted his head, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.

"Possible?" he repeated mockingly. His gaze bore into Alexander like a predator toying with prey. "You talk like you have a choice."

"I would never dare," Alexander responded quickly.

Reign gaze turned to the two women kneeling before him. One had long hair, the other short. They were the ones who had insulted and humiliated him before. The memory of their past actions fueled his pettiness, making their current fear all the more satisfying.

"Please, General," the shorthaired woman pleaded. "We were wrong. We never should have disrespected you. We beg for your forgiveness."

Reign's lips curled into a small, cold smile as he observed their desperation.

"Alright, since you beg like insects, I'll grant you mercy," he said, his smile widening with amusement. "But my heart isn't big enough to forgive all of you."

The room seemed to grow colder as his words sank in. The two women glanced at each other, confusion and fear flashing in their eyes.

"I'll only forgive one of you," Reign continued, his voice turning more twisted "So here's your choice—go ahead and kill each other. Let your blood decide who lives and who dies."

Without a moment's hesitation, Alexander acted. His power surged, and before the two poor women could react, their bodies exploded in a shower of blood.

The force of the blast left a horrific, splattered mess where they had once knelt.

"You didn't hesitate at all. Aren't those two your wives?" Reign asked, his voice cold and unbothered by the bloodshed.

"Yes, they are. But I did what you asked, so please spare me and my sister's city," Alexander said, bowing his head once more in a gesture of submission.

"How boring..." Reign sighed, his voice dripping with disappointment.

Still, he released the pressure that had been weighing down on everyone.

Without saying a word, he walked out of the hall, passing by Alexander, who was still too terrified to raise his head.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth and the other advisors were finally able to stand, but none of them dared to move immediately.

They waited until he was completely gone, and only then did they feel like they could finally breathe easily again.

Psychopathic and overbearing—those were the two words that ran through everyone's mind when they remembered his twisted smile.

They had seen their fair share of evil demons, but Reign took the prize for being the worst. It was as if he saw everyone else as nothing more than insects beneath him.
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Alexander slowly rose to his feet, a sense of relief washing over him after he had narrowly escaped death. However, before he could take another step, he collapsed, coughing violently and vomiting blood.