Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

But Reign knew better.

These people and corporations only craved power and money.

When they made a breakthrough, they sold it to the highest bidder. All this talk about humanity was just a cover to justify their actions.

"You go first," one guard said, opening the door to the holding cell.

He grabbed the first victim of the day, dragging him inside another room.

The first to be chosen was the man who had annoyed one the cocky doctor from before.

"Hey, don't rush me," The prisoner glared defiantly as they bound him to the chair, the restraints cutting into his skin.

"Why are these straps so tight?" he demanded angrily.

"They're made of a special material," a doctor replied coldly, preparing a syringe filled with a black liquid.

"What the hell is that? You lied to us!" he shouted, his voice filled with fear and anger.

He could tell that wasn't medicine inside the syringe just by looking at it.

The liquid inside was even squirming, as if it were alive, sending shivers down his spine.

Panic surged within him as he realized the true nature of what they were about to inject .

"FUCK, LET ME GO! I CHANGE MY MIND!" The man screamed, desperation evident in his voice. He struggled with all his strength, trying to break free from the restraints, but they didn't even budge.

The room where all this took place was sealed off, with only a one-sided mirror providing a glimpse of the inhumane experiments.

The sounds of the prisoner's screams echoed through the room, amplified by a high-quality speaker system.

On the other side of the mirror, a group of onlookers observed the scene casually. It was clear that this was not their first time witnessing such atrocities.

They had become numb to the brutality.

Among them, the cocky doctor from earlier sneered as he watched the prisoner's futile attempts to break free.

Reign watched everything from the top corner of viewing the room, hidden behind a vent opening.

The doctor assigned to inject the serum eyes squinted, holding the syringe closer. "This is for the greater good," he said, his tone devoid of sympathy.

"DON'T DO IT!" the prisoner screamed defiantly, his voice echoing with desperation.

Ignoring the prisoner's desperate pleas, he pressed the needle against the man's trembling arm. He injected the black liquid into his veins, the substance disappearing into his flesh with a sickening slurp.

"MOTHERFUCKERS!!! " The man's screams echoed through the sealed room, muffled only slightly by the thick walls and the one-sided mirror.

Reign watched from his hidden vantage point, he waited to see what would happen next.

Suddenly, the man's skin began to change and become paler, each moment draining more color until he looked almost out of blood.

Next, dark patches, resembling black tumors, started to appear on his chest and rapidly spread across his body.

Each patch emerged from beneath his skin, causing his screams to rise in high pitch and intensity.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME !!!!"

The man's eyes bulged with terror, his face twisted in agony. He shrieked in pain, his voice raw and desperate.

However, everyone just watched him suffer, unaffected by his pain.

They no longer saw him as human, but merely as an animal that was for them to used.

His body convulsed violently as the black tumors continued to spread, consuming him inch by inch. The sight was horrifying; whatever he was experiencing must have felt like hell itself.

Everyone watched with cold detachment, not bothered by the man's torment.

Meanwhile, Reign felt a sense of familiarity wash over him as he watched the scene unfold. His mind raced, trying to recall where he had seen something similar before.

'This is corruption,' he concluded.

The man, contorted in agony, now bore the unmistakable signs of corruption. It was as if a dark energy had taken hold of him, twisting his once-human form into something grotesque and unnatural.

'Why are they trying to turn a human into one?' he pondered, baffled by the twisted logic.

This was counterproductive. If they just wanted something to test on, they could capture a corrupted creature instead.

The next moment, he over heard the cocky doctor on the Viewing Room giving instruction .

"Administer the Compound V"

The doctors exchanged a glance, then nodded and began preparing another syringe.

This time, the liquid inside was a vivid blue.

Slowly, the doctor approached the prisoner, who was now thrashing against his restraints, desperately trying to break free.

He moved closer, his expression cold and focused.

The prisoner's eyes widened in terror, but his struggles were futile.

He injected the serum into his arm, and the prisoner's body convulsed more violently as the substance took effect.

As the new serum took effect, the black tumors stopped multiplying.

For a moment, it seemed as if the dark patches were slowly healing.

Even Reign was amazed. They were attempting to reverse the effects of corruption, which meant this research could potentially save humanity.

But the relief was short-lived.

After a few seconds, the black patches began to spread again, this time much faster.

The prisoner's body was rapidly consumed by the dark tumors.

"Get out" The cocky doctor ordered.

The personnel on the other side hurriedly exited, their movements showing that this wasn't their first escape from a failed experiment.

From his vantage point, Reign watched as the prisoner's body convulsed violently.

Suddenly, the man's chest burst open, releasing a flood of black liquid that splattered against the walls, glass and floor, covering the entire room.

The sight was nightmarish, the liquid pulsating and spreading like a living entity.

Reign's mind raced as he tried to process what he had just witnessed.

The experiment had failed, turning the prisoner into a horrifying source of corruption instead of healing him.

"We failed again, that's the 1255th," the cocky doctor grumbled, his irritation evident as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Doctor Harvey, I think this is a good pace, at least now we where able to see some improvements, " One of the doctor spoke, this time someone who look younger ,around 25 years old.

"How many years have you been here?" Harvey asked, his tone tinged with irritation.

"Just over a month, Doctor Harvey," the young doctor stuttered nervously, realizing his mistake.

He braced himself for the Chief Doctor's scrutiny, knowing he had become the target of his displeasure.

Doctor Harvey was visibly annoyed and prepared to give the young doctor an earful.

However, after noticing the name tag and recognizing the young doctor's surname, he quickly suppressed his emotions.

The young man came from a wealthy family in a Tier 3 City and was one of the stockholders of BioGen Corporation.

Realizing the potential repercussions of chastising someone with such influential connections, he chose to control his anger and handle the situation with caution.

"You're right, this is good news," Harvey conceded, his tone softening as he considered the situation.

"We're got valuable data from these experiments, and we can use it to improve our next attempt."

With a reassuring smile, he placed a hand on the young doctor's shoulder, a gesture meant to convey support and encouragement.