Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Intrigued, he activated his undead eye to assess the vitality of the people inside.

He noticed four divergents; though not particularly strong, the fact that they were hired suggested the person they were guarding was extremely wealthy.

In the past, he might have considered killing those divergents for extra EXP.

However, now that he was much stronger, such small-time killings didn't interest him anymore. He just gave the cars a brief double take and moved on.

His ride passed through the checkpoint, but it was a relatively smooth process now, and Reign didn't need to conceal himself anymore.

According to Richard, only Region 1 required an ID for entry, as it was the city's central hub where the most important people resided.

***

Region 4 stretched out before them, its cityscape boasting prosperity despite being so late already.

It resembled a tier 4 city but was wider, with cleaner streets and imposing buildings.

Skyscrapers with shiny windows, some reaching twenty floors high, reflected the city night lights.

Navigating through bustling streets, they passed upscale shops and soon to closed restaurants.

As they moved into the Third Region, Reign noticed taller buildings, standing around thirty to forty floors high.

The streets had changed, now, the pedestrian walkways were paved with zigzagging brick stones.

Richard drove the car towards a distant residential area filled with mansions, each encircled by tall walls.

The surroundings were quieter here, ensuring privacy with spacious gaps between the residence .

"We're almost there," Richard said nervously.

He then turned onto a tree-lined driveway leading to one of the largest mansions in the area. The place was really large, making Cyril's family home looked like a normal villa in comparison .

The gate opened automatically as they approached, allowing them entry.

Richard parked in a circular courtyard with a maze garden at the front.

CLICK!

They stepped out of the car, only to find themselves encircled by individuals dressed in black trench coats, each figure exuding an intimidating presence.

"What's going on? Why did you bring an outsider?" demanded a stern voice, its owner eyeing Reign suspiciously.

Richard hesitated, trying to explain. "He's here to talk about an alliance, Dan," he finally managed to say.

Dan narrowed his eyes skeptically. "An alliance? With him?"

His stance clearly indicated that he wasn't buying Richard's explanation at all.

"Enough wasting time," Reign intervened, releasing some of his aura. His presence was so strong that everyone involuntarily kneeled before him.

Richard watched in amazement, realizing Reign had been holding back earlier. He felt relieved that he hadn't been dumb enough to confront such a powerful figure.

"Please forgive my subordinates." A melodic sweet voice came from the mansion's entrance.

It was a woman with memorable purple hair and eyes, her presence both commanding and attractive.

"So, the boss is a woman," Reign remarked, surprised to see drop dead gorgeous beauty instead of a villainous-looking man.

"Don't judge me by my looks," she giggled her voice soft and low.

Reign remained silent, maintaining the pressure on everyone present, including her.

He focused his aura, testing her resilience, and was surprised to find that she could withstand it.

"Let's see how much you can take," he challenged.

Suddenly, the pressure doubled, catching her off guard. She flinched and was forced to kneel on the ground under the intensity of the dominating aura.

'So she only amounts to this much,' Reign shook his head in disappointment. He had tested her resilience enough and planned to release the pressure.

However, before he could do so, black miasma started to emanate from the woman's body.

Slowly, she stood up, her face flashing with a confident smile.

"How about this," Reign intensified the pressure , causing the marbled floor beneath her to crack.

This time, however, she stood tall, meeting his gaze with a wide confident smile.

CRACK!

Horns began to slowly protrude from her forehead, emerging with a disturbing, unnatural grace. Each horn only a bit twisted and curled, taking on a dark, obsidian hue that contrasted sharply with her pale skin.

He could even see thick, purple-like liquid dripping from the horns.

Unsure if it was blood or something more sinister, Reign sensed its ominous nature, and decided to be careful .

The substance seemed to pulse with a dangerous energy, which made him a bit threatened .

As the transformation progressed, her entire body became enveloped in black, elastic clothing that materialize from a dark substance, encasing her up to her neck.

Her ears also sharpened and lengthened, adding to her unique appearance. When she smiled, he noticed her tongue was unusually sharp and long.

But it didn't decreased her attractiveness; in fact, the long tongue enhanced her beauty, giving her a mesmerizing allure.

She was like a creature men would willingly risk their lives for, just to witness the seductive power of that tongue in action.

The possibilities were endless.

"A demon?" he wondered aloud.

Reign found himself mostly immune to her seductive allure. While he acknowledged her attractiveness, it wasn't enough to sway him into imagining her as a potential mate partner. Those things simply weren't on his mind.

'No, it's different,' he mused inwardly. What he sensed now was unique, something more complex and unfamiliar to him.

"Please don't group me with those cheap copycats ," her disappointed voice echoed, resonating with an unexplainable power.

Suddenly, Reign found himself no longer in the yard; instead, he stood in a dark, mysterious place.

'When did she activate her domain?' he pondered silently.

He hadn't sensed any fluctuations which should have been present if she had activated her power.

'This is getting dangerous, but I can't show her any weakness,' he thought to himself.

In situations like this, the first to display doubt and vulnerabilities would be at a disadvantage, and he knew he couldn't afford that.

'I might not know how she did it, but she also doesn't know that. I just need to pretend to be unaffected,' he added quietly to himself.

"So you want to fight me?" Reign taunted, his voice brimming with confidence. "I'll humor you, but don't blame me if you regret it,"

The woman did not speak right away, instead a her lips curl into a smile.

"You're not a demon, are you?" she asked with a knowing smile, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Reign met her gaze evenly, his expression unreadable. "What makes you say that?" he replied calmly, intrigued by her insight.

She studied him more intently, her glowing purple eyes narrowing slightly.

"I sense something different about you," she continued, her tone contemplative. "Your aura, it's more foreign ."

Reign was shocked by her insights.

The only beings who had previously figured out his true nature were the Angels.

Even a powerful demon lord, like the illusionist he had encountered before, had assumed that he was a demon.

"I'm pretty sure you're not an angel, seeing that you have a horn," he pointed out, noting the obvious.

The woman chuckled softly, finding his statement funny.

She regarded Reign with a playful glint in her eyes, her amusement evident from her smiles.

"My name is Lilith"