Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Unfortunately, no amount of fatherly love could stop the wave after wave advances of the massive horde of monsters.

This was not like those novels and anime, where the power of friendship and love conquers all, reality proved to be far harsher. His efforts were futile, and all the exaggerated shouting amounted to nothing in the face of such overwhelming odds.

"N— No way," the driver stuttered, his voice trembling with disbelief as he stared at the radar, which glowed red with the sheer number of corrupted.

It was the first time they had encountered such a massive horde, and the realization sent a chill down his spine.

"Deploy the flamethrower!" the high-ranking officer commanded.

He knew that succumbing to shock would only worsen their situation, and immediate action was imperative.

After hearing his command, a series of small holes appeared on all sides of the train, and it began spewing flames in all directions.

This was a defense mechanism designed specifically for situations like these.

As flames engulfed the train's perimeter, passengers felt the sudden rise in temperature, their skin prickling with the heat.

They couldn't see beyond the metal confines of the train, but they could feel the impact whenever a corrupted slammed against the walls.

Each loud bang reverberated through the interior, amplifying the sense of fear and making the situation even more terrifying.

Outside, the air was filled with the sickening stench of burning flesh as the flames incinerate everything trying to harm the train.

However—

As the screams of the corrupted grew louder and more frantic, panic rippled through the passengers.

Panic whispers filled the air as they exchanged fearful glances, their hearts pounding with terror at the attack happening just beyond the metal walls.

Some pressed themselves against the windows, straining to catch a glimpse of the horrors outside, while others retreated into the corners of the carriage, seeking whatever refuge they could find .

"Use the missiles and cannons to destroy the targets which are far from us," the high-ranking officer commanded to deploy the train's heavier weaponry.

"Yes sir, " his subordinates behind him sprang into action.

They manned the weapon control panels , fingers flying over buttons and switches as they activated the train's arsenal of cannons and missiles.

The air was filled with tension as the weapons systems hummed to life, ready to unleash their devastating firepower.

"Fire!" He commanded.

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

Explosions rocked the surrounding area as missiles streaked through the air, finding their targets.

Next, cannons roared to life, unleashing torrents of firepower that tore through the corrupted ranks with devastating force

The air filled with the acrid stench of smoke and burning flesh as the train became a beacon of destruction, its formidable arsenal raining down death on everything on it's path.

This was human weaponry flexing its might against all odds.

However—

"What's happening? Why are the number of corrupted not decreasing?" the High ranking Officer asked in disbelief, his brow furrowed with concern.

Despite the train's formidable firepower, the horde of corrupted seemed unbothered , their numbers showing no signs of diminishing. .

<Inside the Container>

'What's that noise?' Reign mumbled, his voice filled with irritation after he was jolted awake from his deep sleep by the commotion outside.

'Neven mind , I'm not interested,' With a dismissive wave of his hand, he remained nestled in his eggshell, uninterested in the chaos unfolding beyond it.

To him, it was just another bothersome disturbance in an otherwise peaceful day.

And if things go smoothly, this train would be able to handle it, and continue on its way.

That was his guess at first. But the sound of explosions did not stop; instead, it intensified further.

Now, the sound of gunfire joined the fray as the army and other combatants were forced to go outside and battle the horde of Corrupted before they could destroy the whole train.

"Please save us," the civilians began to pray, their voices trembling with fear as they watched the armed personnel ready themselves to fight off the corrupted on their own.

***

1 Hour Later.

Another armored train emerged from the direction of the city.

As the new train approached, the officers and crew members onboard surveyed the scene with grim faces, their expressions hardened by the sight of the sprawling sea of corrupted that was before them.

They knew that they had to act fast and decisively to eliminate the threat and find a way to see if the other train was still intact, or has some survivors.

"Fire !" the officer commanded.

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

Multiple explosion shook the landscape as missiles and cannons tore through them.

The battle raged on for another 15 minutes, each passing moment filled with tension and uncertainty as the officers and crew members fought tirelessly to eradicate the threat.

And finally, as the last echoes of gunfire and bomb faded into the distance, a heavy silence settled over the scene, broken only by the smoldering remnants of the dead corrupteds and the hum of the armored train .

"Check for survivors," the high-ranking officer commanded.

Immediately, a group of soldiers in combat suits stepped out and began to search the remains of the first train.

They moved in an orderly fashion, scanning the wreckage for any signs of life amidst the devastation.

From the outside, it looked heavily damaged, with many parts destroyed or pierced through, indicating that the corrupted had breached its defenses and infiltrated its interior.

The train's once formidable exterior was now marred by gaping holes and twisted metal, a testament to the ferocity of the attack.

"Be careful, some of these vile monsters might still be inside," a soldier warned, raising his hand to signal his team to proceed with caution as they prepared to enter the train.

"Roger," the team responded, falling into formation behind him as they cautiously advanced into the damaged train.

Their senses were on high alert, every creak of metal echoing through the dimly lit interior like an warning.

The air was heavy with the scent of smoke and decay, adding to the sense of horror that hung in the air.

But they did not cower in fear; they were trained for this type of job, after all.

"12 o'clock!" one soldier shouted

As anticipated, the soldiers encountered several corrupted inside the train.

Using their expertise, they engaged the enemies in combat, their weapons flashing in the darkness as they fought to protect themselves and each other.

After killing the corrupteds, the soldiers shifted their focus to searching for survivors.

They combed through the compartments and corridors, their hearts heavy with the weight of the task at hand. However, their efforts were met with only silence and death.

Every compartment they entered revealed only lifeless bodies of the corrupteds, their eyes vacant and dead.

"It's weird," one of them spoke, his voice muffled by his helmet.

"What's weird?" asked his comrades, their attention piqued by his observation.

"I don't see any remains at all. Normally, it takes time for a dead body to turn into corrupted," he pointed out, his tone tinged with confusion.

The other soldier looked at him, and they too were thinking the same thing.