Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

His eyes widened in shock as he clutched at the wound, blood spurting between his fingers, but it was too late. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as darkness consumed him.

The second guard, startled by the commotion, turned to see the source of the disturbance, only to find himself face to face with death.

A look of disbelief crossed his features as he stumbled backward, choking on his own blood before succumbing to unconsciousness.

The third guard, hearing the chaos erupt behind him, turned around just in time to see Reign's deadly claws descending on his face.

He attempted to raise his gun in defense, but it was futile.

With a strong downward motion, Reign's claw slashed through the gun and directly slice the guard's head, silencing his cries of alarm as he crumpled to the ground, blood draining from his body.

The fourth guard froze in terror as Reign turned towards him.

With a sadistic grin, Reign lunged forward, his claw finding its mark with deadly accuracy.

The guard's eyes widened in horror as he felt the searing pain of his chest being torn open. His final moments were filled with disbelief and terror .

Within moments, all four guards were dead, unable to defend themselves against Reign's surprised attack.

RING RING RING.

'That was fast,' Reign chuckled as the alarm blared. He didn't bother devouring the guards; it would take too much time.

Instead, he decided to go on a full rampage, his mind now in full kill mode.

Spotting a group of people wearing hazmat suits, Reign wasted no time.

He lunged at them, his claws slicing through the air . The first victim fell without a sound, a gash across his throat marking the end of his life.

Panic erupted among the remaining individuals as they scrambled to escape, but Reign was relentless. He pursued them mercilessly, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he hunted down his prey.

Those who ran in different directions were gunned down by his claw bullet.

"PLEASE HELP US!"

"HELP US!"

"US!"

One by one, they fell before him, their screams echoing off the walls as he tore through their bodies with ease. There was no mercy in his actions, no remorse for the lives he cut off.

As the carnage unfolded, Reign reveled in the chaos and death he had unleashed. The air was thick with the stench of blood , but to him, it was intoxicating.

RATATTTT—RATATTTT-RATTTAT.

The sound of gun blazing finally erupted as backup arrived, a hailstorm of bullets filling the air.

Reign quickly found cover behind tables, containers, and anything else he could find, returning fire with his own claw bullets when there was a gap.

However the guards was also able to find cover behind walls made of hard cement , so it was not as effective as he thought.

They continued to strategically surround him, cutting off his escape routes.

'You think you're safe with just that?' Reign sneered in contempt. With a deadly precision, he fired another claw bullet, but this time it was different.

BOOM!

The sound of cement being destroyed echoed as it pierced through the guard's bodies taking cover against the walls.

That was the advantage of his energy; it had the capability to increase his attacks exponentially.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Consecutive explosions erupted as Reign finally emerged from cover. The intensity of the blasts led everyone to believe he was using a heavy weapon, given the sheer destruction he was causing.

Seeing an opportunity in the middle of the confusion, he seized it and charged towards his prey.

He knew he needed to conserve his energy in case he encountered a formidable opponent, so relying solely on his claw bullet wasn't an option.

That's why he hadn't used the Claw Barrage yet; he needed to save his stamina and energy for a prolonged battle.

As Reign closed in, the armed guards panicked because he was moving so fast.

With quick strikes, he tore them apart with his claws, ripping limbs and heads from their bodies.

Grasping their heads, he flung them like projectiles at their comrades.

It was a clear display of Reign's view: humans were merely food for him to prey upon.

The other people wearing hazmat suits who were hiding found themselves running for their lives again as Reign continued to rip through anyone close to him.

Those unlucky enough to be caught were used as moving meat shields, lifted into the air to absorb the brunt of incoming attacks.

After their bodies were riddled with bullets, Reign would use them as throwable objects to kill more people.

"Don't run away!" Reign started laughing maniacally, his state of mind changing as he killed more. His demon side was now overwhelming his human soul.

"P— Please, I have a daughter," a woman in a hazmat suit pleaded, her face filled with fear as she witnessed her co-workers being slaughtered like pigs.

No! What she witnessed made a pig's death seem humane by comparison.

"I don't fucking care " With a merciless kick, his boots connected with the woman's head, bursting it open like a watermelon. Blood and brain matter splattered across the walls and floor.

It was futile to plead with him, even if she had twelve daughters and twenty-four sons. He wouldn't bat an eye. While he might spare children from death, he had no qualms about leaving them as orphans.

After dealing with her, he resumed his carnage, fueled by the thought that more people might escape. He was determined to leave no survivors.

But before he could do anything, Reign jumped back as a metal arrow narrowly missed him. It was so strong that half of it penetrated the floor.

"Hey, aren't you being too crazy?" A voice echoed from the second-floor railing, catching Reign's attention as he spotted the five divergents looking at him.

The one who attacked him was a girl with green hair, now sitting on the railing with her black bow pointed directly at him.

"Are you a rogue divergent, or do you work for the Veiled Nights?" The girl's narrowed eyes locked into Reign, her suspicion visible in the tense silence that followed.

With his mask still on, they were unaware that he was a demon. As for his use of projectiles, they assumed he had a hidden weapon.

It wasn't uncommon for Divergents to wield their own projectile weapons. With their enhanced strength, even a simple rock could become a deadly projectile in their hands.

"Black clothing, white hair, and a bandage covering the eyes… You're the Divergent who aces and breaks all the records in the test, right?" The man with the biker jacket spoke as he puffed on a cigarette in his hands.

"You know me? Are you working with the Veiled Nights?" Reign inquired, wary of the implications.

If this man knew about him, it could mean that these five individuals were affiliated with the same organization.

The man with the biker jacket chuckled after hearing Reign's question.

"You think we're working with those trash?" he sneered in contempt.