Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

But his intervention proved to be a dumb move. The moment he tried to act like a brave hero without anything to back up his reckless bravery, Reign used his free hand to grab his head as well.

"Is this guy stupid or something?" Reign shook his head in disbelief.

What did he expect?

Did he think that just being brave and caring would magically solve his problems?

This wasn't a movie where everything just worked out, and even if it were, it would be a horror movie where all the cast died at the hands of the monster.

Now, the mother and idiot son duo found themselves lifted into the air, utterly helpless and in agony, at the mercy of Reign.

They struggled to resist, but no matter how much they tried, Reign's hand wouldn't budge an inch.

At the same time, no one in the room dared to move, knowing that any attempt to intervene could result in a deadly outcome.

"This is interesting. How about this: I'll let go of one of you and kill the other," Reign proposed with a creepy smile spreading across his face.

A sadistic idea had crossed his mind because physical torture was too lenient for this dysfunctional family—he needed to destroy them emotionally as well.

"Now, choose. Would you rather I kill you or your son?" Reign asked, his voice cold and calculating.

"..." She was stunned by the question, reluctant to respond.

Despite her flaws and greed, she was still a mother who genuinely loved her sons and daughters.

However, Reign's next action made it impossible for her to stay silent.

"AHHHHHHH!" She screamed in agony as she felt something drilling into her head. The sensation was all too much to handle, causing her unbearable pain.

It was Reign, manipulating the bone in his palm like a corkscrew and slowly rotating it.

Blood began to flow from her head, a chilling sight that sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the room.

"My patience is rather thin. If you don't answer quickly, then I will just kill both of you," Reign warned, his tone devoid of any pity at all.

In fact, he was enjoying this too much.

Previously, he had only found pleasure in the act of consuming humans, viewing killing as an unavoidable act .

Even when faced with the Divergents, he felt only the drive to eliminate them to achieve his goals.

But this time was different.

He felt a twisted sense of happiness and excitement at witnessing their suffering. The sight of their agony filled him with pleasure he had never experienced such thing before.

"AAAAHHHHAH... PLEASE... STOP! I'M BEGGING YOU!!!" She began pleading for mercy, her pleas echoing through the room as she writhed in the air from the unbearable pain.

The expensive white dress she wore was now stained with blood dripping from her head.

"It's really easy, just choose one," Reign chuckled sadistically. "Or else…"

"KILL HIM… KILL HIM.. I want to live .. I want to live!" She finally gave in, sacrificing her son to save herself.

"Mother!" Her son felt betrayed that she had actually sold him out.

His anger flared, and he started cursing her "You selfish bitch! I hate you! I'll never forgive you!" he bellowed, his voice raw with emotion.

"Too bad, your mother is selfish after all," Reign shook his head with a smirk. "Don't worry, I'll give you a quick death," he added, before exerting a sudden force that crack open the poor man's skull.

BURST!

Brain matter and blood splattered onto the people nearby, creating a brutal and sickening scene.

But despite the horror they just witnessed, no one dared to make a sound, paralyzed with fear of becoming Reign's next target.

Except for one.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you working for my daughter?" He grumbled in frustration after witnessing another of his sons dying.

He could not understand why a demon of this caliber would work for Cyril at all?

Could it be because of her wealth?

That seemed unlikely, considering he controlled the money he had given her.

Is it because of connections?

How influential must she be to hire a high-ranking demon, anyway?

Reign released the woman and stood silently at the table for a moment, shaking away all unnecessary thoughts.

"Do you need a reason when you kill an ant?" Reign asked, his facial expression devoid of any emotion, just a cold, hard stare fixed directly on Cyril's father.

His gaze bore down on him, and he finally realized that there was no way he could negotiate with the demon in front of him.

"I need to find another way," his mind raced for a solution. Then, he recalled a scrap of information, well more like a rumor.

"If you kill me, you'll violate the treaty between Demons and Humans, forbidding any attacks on Tier 4 cities," Cyril's father pointed out, desperation seeping into his voice.

He gambled on the slim chance that Reign would honor the treaty.

"Oh, that's a problem, alright," Reign mused, stroking his chin.

Hearing this, Cyril's father began to feel a glimmer of hope.

He couldn't believe that a mere rumor might actually save his life.

It was considered a rumor because even wealthy families from a Tier 4 city had no access to the kind of information available only in Tier 1 and Tier 2 cities.

"So I just don't need to kill you, right?" A creepy smile spread across his face as he began to systematically shoot everyone in the room.

Each shot was carefully aimed at non-vital areas. He deliberately ensured they wouldn't experience a quick death.

Panic erupted as they scrambled to escape, but with Reign's wide field of vision, their attempts were cut short.

The women writhed on the floor, tears, mucus, blood streaming down their paled faces.

Regret and fear mingled in their hearts at that moment. All the sins they had committed before were now coming back to bite them.

Right now, they lamented their mistreatment of Cyril; if given another chance, they vowed to treat her with kindness.

But, it was too late, their wounds were severe. And sooner or later they would all die from too much blood lose.

As for the men, they fought with more determination to survive, starting to crawl away, leaving a wide trail of blood on the ground from the wounds on their bodies.

After the one side massacre, only two people remained: Cyril's father and her stepsister.

"Y— you're crazy!" Cyril's father stumbled on the floor, his face filled with defeat as he witnessed the bloodbath around him.

None of his successors were kept alive, so after this, he was sure that his entire company was doomed to fail.

Then someting click in his mind .

Cyril was still alive , so it meant that she would inherit everything by default.

"I'm a demon, being bad and crazy is like a prerequisite for me," Reign chuckled darkly.