Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

"DON'T LET IT CATCH YOU!"

The sound of cries echoed in the surroundings as Reign began indiscriminately killing everyone in sight.

The innocent people living in their trailer park found themselves dying one by one in brutal and senseless ways.

They were simply going about their simple lives when a Hammer pickup truck arrived, but what emerged from it was something straight out of a horror movie—only much more terrifying and deadly.

The whole place quickly turned into a nightmare as Reign began tearing people limb from limb, their screams of terror echoing through the air as blood splattered across the ground, staining it crimson.

People were beheaded, their heads rolling across the ground.

Limbs were crushed underfoot, bones snapping with sickening crunches. Bodies were sliced open, the sound of flesh tearing mingling with agonized cries.

Some attempted to fight back with shotguns and pistols, their desperate shots ringing out like frantic pleas for salvation.

But Reign showed no mercy, his movements fluid and relentless as he advanced without hesitation.

He didn't even bother to dodge their attacks, his semi-metallic body absorbing the impact of bullets without flinching, as he continued his one-sided massacre.

"Don't come near me!" shouted a man in his forties, his voice trembling with fear as he clutched a shotgun tightly, his cowboy hat barely concealing his panic-stricken expression.

But Reign paid no heed, his steps steady as he continued to advance towards the man.

BANG!

The echo of shotgun blasts filled the air, but Reign remained unfazed, undeterred even as sharp fragments struck his body.

He had become so durable that normal bullets could no longer penetrate his thick metallic skin.

After the man's failed attempt, he hurriedly fumbled to load a fresh Shotshell into the shotgun, his hands shaking with fear and adrenaline.

But his trembling hands betrayed him, causing the Shotshell to slip from his grasp and tumble to the ground with a soft clatter.

Kneeling, he scrambled to grab it, his movements frantic with desperation.

He loaded it into the shotgun chamber again with shaking hands, his fingers fumbling with the familiar yet nerve-wracking process.

"You're too slow," Reign sighed, seizing the man's shotgun barrel and aiming it at his forehead.

"Do it," he taunted.

BANG!

The man squeezed the trigger at point-blank range, expecting Reign's face to explode.

But, to his disbelief, the bullet merely left a small dent on Reign's metallic forehead .

"Now, it's my turn," Reign chuckled mockingly as he clamped his metallic hand around the man's head.

Next, dark red electricity surged from Reign's arm.

The air crackled with the intensity of the electric current as the man convulsed under the electric charges .

"AHHHHHHH!" he screamed in agony as bolts of electricity surged through his body. His skin and veins burned, smoke rising from his blistering flesh.

The air was filled with the stench of burning flesh as his blood vaporized, mingling with the acrid scent.

His painful cry echoed for a few moments before he finally succumbed to death, joining his fallen friends in the afterlife.

In a mere three minutes, the once lively community was decimated , every inhabitant now lifeless and bleeding at the ground .

Without a hint of remorse, Reign began absorbing their bodies, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do.

[Level Up+ 1]

"This is it!" Reign exclaimed triumphantly, his voice echoing through the air after hearing the awaited notification.

He had strategically stopped by small towns and trailer parks to level up further before reaching the Industry Sector, eager to evolve without delay .

[Ding]

[System: The host possesses a special type of material in his body, altering the evolution process.]

[Evolution - Lightning Skull Tyrant]

The Skull Tyrant race is a formidable and imposing species, blessed with an innate mastery over bones and the dark arts.

Standing tall and menacing, their skeletal bodies radiate an aura of authority and power.

With hollow eye sockets gleaming with an eerie light, they command both fear and respect from those around them.

Their race innate ability, known as "Basic Bone Summoning," is a manifestation of their control over death.

With a mere thought, a Skull Tyrant can summon forth legions of Skull Puppet from it's body.

These Puppets, comprised of animated skeletal remains, heed the call of their Tyrant master without question, ready to serve their bidding.

"Sweet,!" Reign chuckled aloud,.

For now, he could only summon puppets, but it was a proof that he was on the right path toward having his own army in the future.

There was no need to hesitate; he immediately chose to evolve.

This time, there was no major change in his body aside from growing to 7 feet tall.

Thankfully , he was able to shrink his size back to 6'5" using Bone Control.

This height was his perfect fit—not too short to appear awkward, yet not too tall to affect his fighting style.

"Now to test it,"

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on recalling the process of summoning a Skull Puppet.

It was a good thing that the system provided the necessary knowledge instinctively, enabling him to learn this skill.

But he did encounter some weird after effects.

He felt his mind sinking into an abyss, surrounded by darkness.

The only thing visible was a pile of bones littering the black swamp-like ground, steadily accumulating. Upon closer inspection, he realized that this were the bones of people he had devour recently.

They appeared as nothing more than bones at first glance, but as Reign focused his attention on them, he could discern the faces of those who had met their demise, their features etched with the fear and anguish they had experienced in their final moments.

"YOU KILLED US!"

"YOU KILLED US!"

"YOU KILLED US!"

Chorus of shoutes echoed in Reign's mind , it kept on repeating itself as if trying to guilt trip him for killing all of them like pigs.

"Shut the fuck up! Or I'll kill you all over and over again!" Reign's voice thundered with disdain, commanding the attention of the restless souls.

The air grew heavy with the weight of his threat, silencing them with a visible sense of fear.

Even though they were already dead, a sense of dread still gripped them at the mere mention of Reign's name.

To them, he was the very embodiment of terror, a specter of death that haunted their existence like the devil himself.

'So this place stores all the souls of the people I killed," Reign observed his surroundings, taking in the eerie scene.

He attempted to communicate with one of the pile of bones, but received no good response.

Not because they didn't want to talk to him, but because all they were only able to utter were agonized cries of suffering and accusations against him for their untimely death.

But, Reign remained indifferent to their pleas and accusations, unaffected by their torment.

He couldn't care less about them; they were already dead, so they should just move on and accept their fate.

"Wait, where are the rest?" he mused aloud, puzzled by the absence of those he had killed long ago from the pile of bones before him.