Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

While his night crawler skill made him almost invisible in low-light settings, he doubted it could evade sensors sensitive to even the slightest movements.

Plus, unlike humans, digital equipment like CCTV recorded raw footage, so it was not affected by his skills at all.

It would have been much easier if all his equipment and gadgets, including his mask, were still here, but they all burned after he melted into molten metal.

'I have to restock my supplies after I escape this place,' he made a mental note .

What was more dangerous than a powerful and deadly monster?

Of course, it was a powerful and deadly monster who was always prepared.

This combination spelled trouble for all humans unfortunate enough to be on his menu.

As he thought it over, he decided to take his time and hide among the stacked crates.

He pondered his next move and noticed people entering a nearby room. They always wore plain white clothing when they entered and exited in their military uniforms.

'Is that a changing room?' he thought.

Reign decided to crawl towards it and check it out. Luckily, there was a small vent in the ceiling, so he used it to gain access to the room.

Inside, he discovered a spacious changing room, just as he had guessed, filled with various clothing.

There were even small private cubicles where people could change discreetly.

'This is perfect... I can pretend to be a military personnel and get out.'

The plan was good, but then he realized one problem: his face.

'I can hide my horn and materialize a new skin, but my face...'he trailed off.

He didn't find his face unbearable at all. In fact, he had grown to love it.

Unfortunately, no human in their right mind would consider him even slightly normal after seeing it.

'Maybe I can wear a mask?' he pondered. 'No, that would just make me stand out more.'

He was running out of ideas when something popped into his mind. 'Wait… I think that could work,'

Reign quickly climbed down from the vent and hid.

Since there was no one else around, and the area was specifically for changing clothes, there were no CCTV cameras, which was exactly what he needed.

Moments later, a group of people entered the changing room. There were too many of them for him to make a move just yet, so he waited and observed without taking action.

More and more groups came and went, until finally, an unlucky individual entered the changing room alone.

The muscular man in a white T-shirt began selecting his clothing based on his rank.

While doing so, there was an annoyed look on his face, and he was grumbling to himself.

"Man I can't believe that whore is blackmailing me," The man mumbled as he started wearing his uniform.

"If I had known she was crazy enough to call my wife, I wouldn't have fuck that bitch," he cursed aloud, the veins in his head showing just how angry he was.

"You're right. Don't put your dick in crazy " a voice echoed from behind him.

"Oh man, you said it. Screw her loose pussy," the man replied.

"Well, isn't the issue because you decided to screw her to begin with?"

The muscular man's face turned sour "Hey buddy, let me tell you something," he began, turning around.

But before he could fully turn, a cold sensation overwhelmed his chest. Looking down, he saw a small blade sticking out.

"BUAHHHH!" Blood gushed from his mouth. He gasped for breath and tried to scream, but only more blood bubbled.

"I'm listening," Reign replied, his lips curling into a twisted smile.

"BUAHHHH!" The man vomited blood again as Reign twisted the blade further.

SLASH!

With a quick, decisive motion, Reign used his hand, severing the man's head from his body in one clean stroke.

Next, he quickly absorbed the whole body while holding the head in his right hand.

"If I just focus enough..." His voice trailed off as he activated his bone eater on the head. He concentrated, visualizing only the inner parts being absorbed.

Slowly, the head began to shrink, the flesh and bone dissolving into nothingness until only the outer skin remained.

He even kept the eyeballs intact, knowing they might be useful later.

'Now this is what I call a realistic mask,' he chuckled sadistically, satisfied that he had just solved his face problem.

Holding the hollow skin, he admired his work, feeling a twisted sense of accomplishment.

'I just need to reform my face to make this fit perfectly,' he muttered to himself.

A cracking sound echoed as he reshaped his head to match the deceased's features.

This way, even without muscles, the human skin mask would fit seamlessly, ensuring it wouldn't look too odd.

After some reformation, he wore his new mask and made some minute adjustment to ensure it fit perfectly.

"Smile!" He looked in the mirror and tried to imitate a smiling facial expression.

It looked really awkward because this human skin was not meant to be worn to begin with, but it would suffice for now.

'Perfect 'With a satisfied nod, he exited the room with a confident stride.

He wore his visor and stole his victim's access card and other belongings to pass the checkpoints.

As he approached the first door, he swiped the card and waited.

The scanner beeped, and the door clicked open. He stepped through casually to not stand out.

He blended seamlessly with the surroundings, expertly avoiding people who might notice his odd-looking face.

Fortunately, everyone was too preoccupied to give him more than a double take and simply let him pass.

Within minutes, he reached the parking lot, a space filled with rows of vehicles.

He scanned the area, searching for any clues about newly acquired car.

Pulling out the key-chain he stole, he began walking down the rows, pressing the buttons methodically.

At first, there was no response, so he kept going, his eyes darting from side to side, looking for any signs of a reaction.

Suddenly, a distant chirp caught his attention.

He approached the car, confirming it was the right one.

'Nice,' he nodded in satisfaction, observing that it was a well maintained pick up truck.

He unlocked the door, sliding into the driver's seat.

'That guy had good taste. Too bad he's dead now,'he thought to himself, a smirk playing on his lips as he adjusted to the vehicle's feel.

CLICK!

Reign inserted the key into the ignition, twisting it until the engine roared to life. Rather than hitting the pedal right away, he let the engine idle for a moment, allowing it to warm up.

VROOOOOOM!

VROOOOOOM!

Satisfied with the roar of the engine, he gently pressed the accelerator, maneuvering the truck out of its parking spot.

Along the way, there were checkpoints, but with an access card and some convincing excuses, he was able to pass with no trouble.