Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

His cash, his rules. Kudos to him for being honest and not a hypocrite.

Reign hated hypocritical people the most. In his case, he had always considered himself evil; he never justified his actions as good, nor did he feel the need to. He saw himself as a monster, devoid of morals.

"Now that you understand how awesome I am, get out of the way. I'm watching my Risa."

The man shooed Reign, oblivious to the fact that he was addressing a Peak Demon Lord capable of killing everyone here with a flick of his finger.

The funny thing was, Reign just nodded and stepped aside, finding a spot to watch the battle himself.

"Oh my god, did you see that? I think I just saw her panty!" The man kept mumbling . Others heard him and gave him funny looks.

In another five minutes, the battle finally ended.

The four-legged demon was slain after the hunters had finished showcasing their skills for the audience's benefit. .

'Maybe I can still steal it for negative energy,' Reign wondered, eyeing the demon's corpse.

'Nah, it's too weak to be useful anyway,' he concluded, seeing no reason to take the risk.

Wr! - Wr! - Wr! - Wr!

The distant whirring of helicopter blades caught his attention.

A large cargo helicopter, its rotors slicing through the air, descended smoothly onto the scene of the fight.

The ground vibrated under its immense weight, sending gusts of wind in all directions.

As it landed, the back hatch opened with a hydraulic hiss, revealing a team of people in clean white hazmat suits.

Their movements were coordinated and efficient, suggesting they had done this countless times before.

"Secure the perimeter."

"Check for pathogens."

"Check for dangerous chemicals."

One by one, the people in hazmat suits began following orders.

They moved with a sense of urgency, each task executed properly.

The perimeter team spread out, marking the area with bright, reflective tape and setting up portable barriers.

Their job was to ensure that no unauthorized personnel got too close to the site, and they were diligent in their patrol.

Meanwhile, the team assigned to pathogen detection unfurled advanced handheld devices, sweeping them over the ground and air.

These scanners emitted soft, steady beeps as they analyzed the environment for any biological threats.

The data was quickly relayed back to the command unit, where it was processed in real-time

Another group focused on chemical hazards.

They used a variety of sensors and sampling tools to detect any dangerous substances that might have been released during the fight.

Containers were filled with samples of soil and air, each carefully labeled for further analysis .

Even the people here were more competitive.

A couple of minutes passed, and one more helicopter arrived, this time equipped with crane designed for lifting heavy objects. Its purpose was to carry the corpse away.

The next helicopter arrived with a water and cleansing unit designed to disinfect the hunters.

The seamless integration of their tools and their expertise in handling supernatural threats was impressive.

This level of preparedness meant that any virus he unleashed would have to be advanced to bypass their defenses.

'Yeah, this place is not like Crestwood,' he nodded, noting the big differences.

Little did he realize that all these protocols were new, and the reason for their implementation was because of him in the first place.

"Hunter Risa, can I get a picture?"

"I'm from Green Valley News Center, can I get an interview?"

"Miss Risa, remember me? I'm from Epic News. Can I get an interview?"

The moment the hunters were finished being cleansed, reporters stormed them, accompanied by eager fans hoping to meet their idols.

The hunter in question smiled back at the reporters. She was indeed beautiful, but Cyril and Anna were still leagues above her.

Risa found herself surrounded by the reporter, who fired off questions one after another like a rapid-fire.

"So, Risa, could you describe the fight?" the reporter asked, leaning in with a notepad ready.

Risa took a moment to collect her thoughts, pretending that it was an intense battle.

"It was a challenging fight. The creature was fast and had a thick fur so it took as a while to kill it."

The reporter nodded, jotting down notes. "How did your team manage to contain it?"

"We had to coordinate carefully," Risa explained. "We exploited its weaknesses and used a combination of tactics to immobilize it."

The reporter's eyes widened with curiosity. "Was there a moment during the battle that stood out to you?"

Risa paused, reflecting on a critical moment. "There was a point where it nearly broke through our defenses. That's when our teamwork and training really paid off."

Reign shook his head in disbelief.

'What a load of bullshit,' he chuckled under his breath.

These hunters were just paying lip service at this point.

What hard battles? If they hadn't held back, the accident on the road could have been prevented.

Risa noticed Reign's subtle movements and turned her head towards him.

'Did she realize something?' he thought to himself, staying calm.

Not that his expression could be read anyway—thankfully, he wore a face mask and visor, leaving him looking shady, and not demonic at all.

After giving him a double take, Risa returned to answering the reporters. She had only glanced at him when he shook his head, which caught her attention.

"It's your fault! My father died because of you!" A sudden cry of anger echoed, grabbing everyone's attention.

When they turned around, they saw a 15-year-old boy crying, his body bloodied.

"If you had killed the demon faster, we wouldn't have been in an accident!" he spat out in anger. He was one of the unfortunate victims of the road incident. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to articulate his grief and frustration.

Risa looked sad after hearing him, but Reign' sharp senses says otherwise. He noticed that before displaying sadness and concern, she clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"I'm sorry… I'm really sorry!" she bowed her head, her voice breaking as if she was on the brink of tears herself.

This prompted her fans to rush to her defense.

Her fans immediately rallied to her defense, their voices rising in solidarity.

"Don't blame her! She did her best!"

"She saved so many lives today!"

"It's not her fault, it was the demon!"

Their passionate support echoed through the crowd, forming a protective shield around Risa amid her fake emotional turmoil.

It was ironic how they dismissed the fact that the kid had just become an orphan because of the incident.

'Wow, this is really low,' Reign sighed inwardly.

He knew he had no right to judge her reaction, considering he had killed many parents before, and indirectly caused human deaths across all ages.

However, at least he didn't pretend to be a good Samaritan.

"I... I..." The poor kid stuttered, forced to step back, unsure of what to do next after being berated by the adults.

His shoulders slumped, overwhelmed by the weight of his grief , and being called out.