Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

'Nice, ' Reign muttered to himself after transferring into his second body.

He stretched his muscles, checking if everything felt normal. There were no strange sensations.

To be sure, he glanced at the clock and quickly switched back to his original body.

He focused, trying to notice any delay during the transfer.

After several tries, he discovered the transfer happened instantly every time.

The distance didn't matter; whether he switched from a few feet away or much farther, the process was always seamless.

Even the thick black miasma, which could interfere with signals, didn't slow down the transfer at all.

Reign stood still, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. This ability was beyond what most people in this world could even imagine.

The power to have two bodies was unprecedented, and not just that—as long as he had enough points, he could keep creating new ones for himself and upgrading them.

The only drawback was that each new body would divide his resources, making it harder to maintain and power them all equally.

His second body, however, was an exception. It could be strengthened using a different power source—the soul—so the impact on his main resources was insignificant.

This realization led his mind to wander, considering the possibilities of different power sources and how they might change the limitations he faced.

'Wait...' he muttered, trailing off as a new idea began to take shape. His eyes lit up as he thought about the unique power source of his angel body.

What if he could apply this concept ?

Specifically, one that could potentially bypass the resource requirements altogether.

He paced the room, his mind racing.

The memory of meta-humans flashed in his mind—those who suddenly powered up without the need for external resources or energy.

They were anomalies, able to tap into a power that came from nothing, something entirely different from the traditional power sources he was familiar with.

And with the system's help, he might even be able to fix the weaknesses and flaws that plagued meta-humans.

Without wasting another second, he looked up and spoke, his voice firm and determined.

"System, can I create a meta-human body?"

[System: Once the host reaches level 100, you will gain more access to the system's capabilities. Creating Meta-Human bodies would then be possible.]

'I knew it,' he muttered, clenching his fist in excitement.

A new goal had just formed in his mind—one that would push his power even further.

He couldn't believe how greedy he was becoming, but for someone like him, being greedy wasn't a bad thing.

This world was ruthless, where only the strong survived. The more trump cards he had, the closer he got to his goal: becoming the strongest.

It wasn't because he had some noble dream or a grand purpose. No, he wanted to be the strongest simply because he had the resources to make it happen.

And in a world like this, power was everything.

After wrapping everything up, he decided it was time to leave the hotel. He had stayed long enough, and now it was time to get his new ID.

When he arrived at the office, the man who had taken his bribe greeted him with a knowing smile.

It was clear that the man remembered the hefty payment he had received.

Without wasting time, the man reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small envelope.

"Here you go," the man said, handing it over.

Inside was Reign's new ID, along with several other documents that would help solidify his new identity. Everything looked official, as if he had always been part of this city.

Reign took the envelope, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the ID card.

"Thanks," he said, his voice low but firm. He tucked the envelope into his pocket and turned to leave, his mind already on the next steps.

As he walked out of the office, he felt satisfied .

With his new ID, he could blend into society more easily and avoid drawing unwanted attention.

His next stop was to get his phone.

Reign walked into the electronics store with his new ID in hand, ready to buy a new phone.

The sales lady at the counter greeted him with a friendly smile after recognizing him and began explaining the latest models.

Ironically, most of the phones on display were from Pantheon, the company formerly owned by Vincent before Reign had assassinated him.

Despite the change in leadership, the company was thriving. It was one of the perks of large corporations—they often continued to grow strong even after huge incidents.

Reign carefully considered his options before choosing a robust black touchscreen phone.

It had a military-grade casing, making it thicker than most phones, and it was packed with a large battery.

According to the specs, it was designed to last for months on a single charge with basic use. Given his dangerous lifestyle, a phone with a slim, delicate design wouldn't cut it.

He handed over the payment, and the sales lady quickly processed the transaction.

"Alright, just need your number for our records," she said, her eyes twinkling with interest.

"We also offer some great deals on accessories if you're interested." She added.

Reign gave a nod. "I appreciate it, but I'd rather keep my number private for now."

The sales lady was taken aback but tried to quickly recover.

"I'm really sorry. I just..." she stuttered, realizing she had been called out for her sly tactics.

Her colleagues, who had been watching, couldn't hold back and burst into giggles, amused by her bold attempt.

She gave a sheepish smile, clearly embarrassed, but Reign just nodded, unfazed by the interruption.

As he finished the process, the sales lady and a couple of her colleagues who had gathered around continued to glance his way.

They were clearly captivated by how handsome and cool he was. Discover stories with empire

Reign noticed their lingering stares and raised an eyebrow.

"Is there anything else I can help with?" he asked, trying to sound casual