Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

The hall went completely silent when Alexander suddenly stumbled forward, clutching his chest.

A horrible choking sound escaped him before blood spilled from his mouth, dripping onto the marble floor.

Elizabeth's heart raced. Without thinking, she ran to him, her heels echoing across the hall.

She knelt beside his weakened body, grabbing his shoulders. "Alexander! What's wrong?" she shouted, panic painting her voice.

He tried to speak, but more blood poured out, his body shaking as he collapsed further into her arms. The strong, proud look he once carried was gone, replaced by weakness and pain.

She pressed her trembling hands against his chest, channeling her own energy into him.

"Come on, Alexander! Don't give up!" she yelled, her voice cracking with desperation.

Instead of helping, her energy only made things worse. Her brother's body convulsed before exploding into pieces.

The force knocked her backward, and she landed hard on the floor, her face and hands covered in his remains.

Stunned, she sat there trembling, staring at the blood dripping from her fingers. Read latest chapters on My Virtual Library Empire

Her breath hitched as the reality of what had just happened sank in.

"Queen Elizabeth," one of the advisors called out cautiously.

Before anyone could say more, her aura erupted, shaking the entire hall.

Her once composed demeanor shattered as rage consumed her. Blood-red energy swirled around her violently, and her form began to change.

A blood scythe materialized out of thin air, and she gripped it tightly, the weapon vibrating in resonance with her raging emotions.

Her transformation was far from over.

The blood of her fallen brother, still pooling on the floor, twisted and coiled unnaturally. It moved as if it had a life of its own, slithering toward her blood scythe. It merged with the weapon, feeding it, strengthening it.

BOOOM!

The ground beneath her cracked as her energy surged uncontrollably, and in that moment, she ascended—breaking through to Peak Demon King status directly.

Elizabeth's deadly gaze swept across the room, her once gentle eyes now glowing with murderous intent.

Everyone froze in fear, knowing that what stood before them was no longer the same queen they had pledged loyalty to—it was a force of vengeance.

SWOOSH!

She vanished from her spot, moving faster than anyone could follow. Her target was clear—Reign, the one responsible for her brother's death. She no longer cared about reason or consequence, only vengeance.

"DIE!" she roared, her voice echoing with fury. Her scythe descended like a crimson blur toward Reign's back.

Without turning, he sidestepped casually, the blade narrowly missing him. It slammed into the ground with a deafening crash, triggering a massive explosion that obliterated the castle wall.

Dust and debris filled the air, but she was relentless.

Before the dust settled, she lunged again, her scythe slicing toward him with unrestrained rage.

The sheer force of her attack split the ground beneath her. But he leapt effortlessly over her strike, landing a few feet away.

"I spared your brother, and this is how you repay me?" He feigned ignorance.

The false pretense only fueled her anger.

"You liar!" she screamed, her scythe igniting with a blood-red glow as she lunged again, this time moving even faster.

Her strikes came in a relentless barrage, slashing, spinning, and carving through the air.

Each swipe of the scythe missed him by mere inches, the shockwaves from her swings tearing through the castle floor and walls.

To make matters worse, he didn't even look fazed—he sidestepped, ducked, and leapt with ease, as if it were all just a game.

She switched tactics, launching deadly projectiles from her scythe.

Each one streaked forward with lethal intent, exploding on impact and sending waves of destruction through the air.

But even then, he darted through them like a phantom, weaving between the blasts without breaking a sweat.

"Why are you even attacking me?" Reign asked, his voice calm, almost bored, as he sidestepped another of her wild swings.

"Shut up! You killed him, you liar!" Elizabeth roared, her voice trembling with anguish.

She didn't want to hear anything he had to say. Words didn't matter anymore. All she wanted was his blood.

Her scythe crackled with blood energy as she swung again. This time, the force was so immense that it tore through the air, reaching far beyond the castle walls.

The shockwave blasted outward, and anyone unlucky enough to be in its path was instantly obliterated, their screams lost in the devastation.

She was so consumed by her rage that she no longer cared about anything else.

Her power rosed with every strike, and with each attack, her aura grew more volatile.

At this rate, it wouldn't be surprising if she broke through and directly reached Demon God Status.

Reign watched, intrigued by the sight before him.

'Interesting, 'he thought to himself. 'So demons can really grow stronger when their emotions push them this far.'

He had initially thought that what happened to Anna was an isolated case, something unique to her circumstances. But now, watching Elizabeth , he realized that the same phenomenon was happening again.

'But why didn't it happen when those from the council got killed over and over again by the Devil General?'

He wondered, Surely that should have stirred up some kind of strong emotions.

'Is there another variable?'

Reign mused, but before he could dive deeper into his thoughts, Elizabeth suddenly stopped. Her breathing became labored, and then, without warning, she knelled down, vomiting blood. The sudden surge of power was now taking its toll.

She trembled, her grip on the scythe weakening as the blood continued to pour from her mouth.

"Is this your limit?" he asked with a disappointed look. "I thought you were going to show me a miracle."

"Why?" Elizabeth gritted her bleeding teeth. "Why did you go back on your word and kill him?"

Reign touched his chin thoughtfully before responding.

"There's really no reason aside from wanting revenge," he said bluntly . "Your brother crossed me, and I don't forget those kinds of things."