Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

"Is this the safehouses I can choose from ?" Reign asked as he swipe through the picture that Richard had sent him.

"Yes Master, that's all the properties that Miss Lilith sent me," he replied respectfully.

Even the one pulling the strings behind their organization treated Reign with importance, so it was only right that he treaded carefully.

Reign continued to review the properties, impressed by the wealth Lilith had amassed in such a short time.

He wondered what kind of business genius she was to achieve such expansion without revealing her true powers.

On this regard, even he doubted he could accumulate such wealth in his own.

"Why don't you have any property in Regions 2 and 1?" he wondered aloud.

"Master, the prices of land in Regions 2 and 1 are so inflated that only the very rich could afford it," Richard explained. "Even renting there costs a fortune."

"So Lilith didn't have the money, or is this list incomplete?" he asked, seeking clarification.

"I don't know," Richard shook his head, genuinely unsure of the answer.

"Never mind, I'll pick this then, " Reign said, handing back the tablet.

On the screen was a two-story house in Region 5. He didn't particularly care for the designs of the houses in the higher regions and preferred something simpler.

"I'll get the key to this, Master," Richard said, bowing his head without question.

After a couple of minutes, he returned with the key and informed Reign that they were ready to go.

"Lead the way" he ordered.

Along the way, Reign began asking questions about the problem that Lilith had gone to fix.

However, Richard didn't know because they hadn't received any reports yet.

Seeing that there was no information about it, he shifted the conversation to another topic.

"Did you find the people I told you about?" Reign asked.

"Not yet. It'll take a day or two to find them because the city is big, and most of the information from government logistics is encrypted. But I'll update you right away after we have something," Richard answered, sounding determined to assure Reign they were doing their best .

"Just make it fast. I'm not good at waiting," he warned firmly, ensuring his point was clear. Fear was a powerful motivator, after all.

Hearing this, Richard gulped nervously, mentally noting to push their intelligence team to expedite their efforts.

He picked up his phone and started texting, [Fuck, all of you stop lazing around or we are all dead].

Reign saw this and was satisfied with the immediate effect. This was the perk of being on the dark side—no need to beat around the bush, just take charge and order what he wanted.

"Master, the garage isn't far," Richard said, gesturing ahead. "We have quite a collection of cars. I trust you'll find something suitable for your needs." He added.

They arrived at the garage, a spacious underground chamber illuminated by rows of fluorescent lights.

The floor was made of smooth tiles, and along the walls stood an impressive collections of vehicles—luxury cars, sleek motorcycles, and some military grade vehicles.

Richard led Reign towards a section reserved for special cars, where a line of armored SUVs, HuNovelFireee and luxury sedans awaited.

Judging by their appearance and quality, they were far more advanced and expensive than what he was accustomed to driving.

"Here we are, Master" Richard said, opening the door to one of the expensive looking SUVs. "I believe this one will suit your preferences."

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"The fuck are you talking about?" Reign raised his imaginary eyebrow. Why would he choose a sedan when there were pickup trucks right in front of him?

Richard was taken aback and nearly panicked when he was scolded. He reminded himself never to act smart again.

"I'm sorry. May I ask which car you'd like to take?" he hurriedly bowed his head, trying to salvage the awkward situation.

"That one," Reign pointed decisively at a black pickup truck.

Its armored panels gleamed in the light, and its six big wheels and tall suspension made it look like a ride for someone who was definitely compensating .

Ironically, in Reign's case, he had to compensate a lot because he had none at all.

Even Richard felt the same, but he wisely kept his thoughts to himself.

He knew better than to provoke a psychotic demon like Reign. He feared he might end up as a gruesome decoration—or worse, have his blood drained to fuel the car

Reign was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

"I'll get the keys," Richard hurriedly walked towards a wall where the keys were located.

All the vehicles here were numbered, so he easily found and grabbed the correct one.

He walked towards the truck driver's sit, thinking he would be the driver.

But as he opened the door, someone suddenly grabbed his collar and threw him to the floor.

THUD!

"Ouch!" Richard shouted, feeling the impact of being thrown by a literal demon lord.

"I'll drive it," Reign declared.

"Yes, yes… of course " Richard apologized and gave the key, still confused about why a demon lord was so fixated on this truck.

When Reign sat in the driver's seat, he nodded in satisfaction as he firmly gripped the steering wheel.

It fit his hands perfectly, and he found the dashboard satisfactory—not overly advanced and wide, but still equipped with a touchscreen in the middle.

Its size was just right, not making the car feel too futuristic for his taste.

'Manual transmission? Sweet,' he chuckled, noticing the three pedals and the six gears available on the shifter.

Placing the key in the ignition, he turned it, and the engine roared to life.

The truck vibrated with the power of its large engine, filling the air with its commanding presence.

But Reign didn't immediately press the accelerator .

He waited patiently for the engine to warm up. He felt that using such a magnificent piece of machinery improperly would be a disservice to its capabilities.

After 10 minutes, he could feel that the engine was warm enough.

VROOOM!

VROOOM!

VROOOM!

He hit the pedal and revved the engine up, eager to feel the horsepower.

'Nice sound,' he added with a grin. 'I'll call you Dark Six, because you've got six awesome wheels.'He affectionately patted the steering wheel, already feeling a connection to the powerful vehicle.

He knew he would have to let go of this beauty eventually, but he vowed to take good care of it while it was under his possession.

CLICK!

The passenger seat opened, and Richard began to climb into position, but Reign pushed him again.

"You sit in the back," he ordered, pointing to the cargo bed .

"Yes, Master," Richard replied obediently, choosing not to protest and simply following Reign's command.

At this point, Richard realized that trying to understand how a demon lord's mind worked was useless.

He was too impulsive and unpredictable, making it difficult to please him because he didn't conform to certain stereotypes.

VROOOM!

VROOOM!

VROOOM!

Reign revved the engine again, causing the exhaust pipe to released more dirty fumes in the air.

RING! RING! RING!

Richard hurriedly answered his phone, noticing the call was from the intelligence unit.

"You found them?" he asked aloud.