Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

"Don't worry, you can trust her," George vouched for her.

Reign glanced at George, refraining from any impulsive actions. However, he remained vigilant, keeping his guard up for any unexpected occurrences.

If Mellisa harbored any ulterior motives that could put him at a disadvantage, Reign promised himself that he would take decisive action, regardless of George's assurances.

At this stage, mere guns wouldn't be enough to stop him; he was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure his safety and goals were achieved.

"You're friend is not the talkative type?" Mellisa giggled, attempting to lighten the mood with her charming voice.

"Why is this monster so quiet?" George thought to himself, puzzled by Reign's unusual silence.

Normally, Reign enjoyed taunting him with insults, but now he seemed like a mysterious protagonist from a cultivation novel.

Little did he know that Reign harbored deep-seated trust issues.

The only reason Reign felt comfortable talking to him and Anna was because there was a glimmer of trust in their dynamic, albeit subconscious.

Even Reign himself wasn't fully aware of it. He believed he was keeping George around for convenience, but deep down, he harbored a degree of trust in the guy.

"So you want him to join the Veiled Night, right?" Mellisa inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity as she observed Reign's obscured appearance from head to toe.

The Veiled Night was an organization comprised of ex-Special Forces operatives, seasoned assassins, combat specialists, individuals with extraordinary abilities, and sometimes even Demons.

Yes, in this world, it wasn't just demons and hunters who possessed superpowers. There were also humans who awakened unique abilities, known as 'Divergent'.

They manifested powers akin to those of their demon lineage but exhibited less aggression and didn't rely on consuming humans for sustenance.

This was why they were not usually accepted by the Hunter Association; their blood was considered tainted. Additionally, there were cases where a Divergent turned into an actual demon.

"Yeah, and if possible, take missions that involve eliminating a large number of targets," George spoke up, his tone becoming more serious.

Mellisa was surprised and amused by George's confidence in the abilities of the monster he had brought.

She hadn't expected such unwavering trust, especially considering her friend's personality.

"George, I understand your point," Mellisa replied, rubbing her hair .

"But even if your friend here is not an aggressive  demon, the organization doesn't accept just anyone. It would be a different story if it were Anna, but considering he had to conceal his face, I'm certain he doesn't even look human at all." She sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

George fell silent for a moment, agreeing with her. He knew this could be a problem because the organization only accepted demons who at least resembled humans.

"How about getting an artificial skin? Like a mask? " George suggested, drawing from his knowledge of the underground world.

He knew that the organization had individuals with various skills under their payroll, such as a genius surgeon, a makeup artist capable of creating realistic masks, a chemist, and many others.

If they could find a way to give him fake skin, it could solve a lot of issues regarding Reign's monstrous appearance.

Mellisa paused for a moment, deep in thought, before speaking up.

"Can I see your face?" she asked, directing her gaze towards Reign.

Reign glanced at George, who nodded in agreement.

With a resigned sigh, Reign reached up and slowly removed his glasses, revealing his eyes. Then, he carefully unfastened the accessories concealing his face, one by one, revealing his true appearance underneath.

"This.." Mellisa was speechless when she saw Reign's skull-like face, but what truly shocked her were the two blue flames flickering like orbs in his eyes.

As she looked at him, Mellisa felt a curious sensation wash over her. It was as if she was gazing on something simultaneously beautiful and deadly, an enigmatic combination that both captivated and unnerved her.

She had read about different types of demons before, but never had she seen anything quite like Reign.

"This is the first time I've seen something like you," she remarked, touching her chin as she examined Reign's unique appearance.

'Of course it would be your first time. This is a legendary race, not some run-of-the-mill creature,'Reign thought to himself, feeling a sense of pride at Mellisa's admiration of his skull face.

"I think this could really work. While your face might resemble a skull, it's not hollow. We can have an artificial mask made for you. The problem is with your flickering eye," she explained, considering their options.

"How about we just cover it with a bandage? It'll give the impression that you're blind," she suggested.

Reign didn't speak; he simply nodded in agreement. The idea of having a bandaged-eye look appealed to him.

"Alright, I'll contact the mask maker I know in the city. For now, it's better for you to stay here. You're safe in this place," she said as she stood up and pointed on the two rooms on the right.

Those rooms were especially there because from time to time, there were members who would visit this place.

As Mellisa left, George and Reign found themselves alone in the living room again.

"Isn't this going a bit too smoothly?" Reign questioned, unable to shake off his suspicion regarding Mellisa's easy agreement.

There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Everything had a trade-off, and he knew that she was far from being an angel.

George turned his head to Reign and explained, "Mellisa is someone that Annable saved before. In a way, she owes us," he clarified.

"I don't think that's a valid enough reason," Reign sighed, unsatisfied with the explanation. He made a mental note to be wary of her, just in case.

"I'll talk to her more. You can rest," George said as he stood up and followed Mellisa. She gave him a signal before leaving, indicating that she had more to discuss.

Of course, Reign noticed this too, but he simply assumed that she was George's sidechick or something.

"Suit yourself, but remember this: if she does something unnecessary, I'll rip her head off," Reign warned with a cold tone as he also stood up.

"Come on boy," Taking Wick with him, he headed into the guest room which he thought was bigger and better.

The sun was still high up, so when he entered, he began searching for something to cover the window. He despised the sun as if it were the black plague.

After dealing with that, he lay down on his bed while Wick slept beside him.

'I want to eat those humans,' he grumbled, fighting the urge to kill. It wasn't because he was hungry; it was more like his instinct telling him to feed.

'No, I need to control myself. I can't be impatient,'he reminded himself sternly.