Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Reign's ears perked up when he overheard the call, but he didn't react immediately.

He didn't want to appear excited about finally seeing his two somewhat useful servants and most importantly, his trusted dog.

It would be odd for a demon, whose sole purpose was to kill humans, to be happy to see insignificant figures. It would break his whole evil persona. Nevertheless, he was glad inwardly.

So he waited for him to finish, but after a couple of seconds, he didn't seem to say anything at all even after finishing the call.

'What's taking this idiot so long ?' he wondered, his patience running thin.

But there were no reports at all. Instead, Richard leaned on the edge of the cargo bed, texting on his phone.

"What's the status? You said you found them?" he snapped, , a bit annoyed that he was being kept in the dark.

"Find what, Master?"Richard's brow furrowed, and his eyes widened in confusion .

"You just got a call, right? And you said you found them," he asked, tapping the steering wheel to control his frustration.

"That Call ? Oh, It was my subordinates. I lost my house keys and asked him to find them. Sorry for the misunderstanding," Richard hurriedly replied, realizing that the call had been misunderstood. .

Reign's clenched his fists, fighting the urge to snap Richard's neck on the spot.

He took a deep paused, reminding himself of the bigger picture and the need for some level of patience.

"You're telling me," he began, his voice dangerously low, "that all this was about your house keys?"

Richard nodded nervously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Reign glared at him, the intensity of his gaze enough to make anyone feel like they were shrinking from fear.

"Consider yourself lucky," he growled. "If you waste my time like this again, I won't hesitate to make an example out of you."

"Yes.. Yes..." Richard nodded quickly, scrambling into the cargo bed, his heart pounding with fear.

But deep inside, he felt it wasn't his fault that Reign misunderstood. He had a life too.

Why would Reign assume that everything he did was related to his orders?

Unfortunately, he had to suck it up because people with power could do whatever they wanted. It was their right.

VROOOOOOM!

He hit the accelerator, guiding his truck out of the large garage and into the mansion private road.

The sound of six wheels spinning on the asphalt road made him a bit calmer than before. At least he got something useful in this mansion other than an incompetent assistant.

As they drove, they encountered several checkpoints.

Reluctantly, he allowed Richard to take over the driving until they reached Region 5, where they saw several burned buildings, the aftermath of a recent conflicts.

For some, this type of scene might be terrifying, but for him, the damage was negligible. It barely registered as something to care about.

They continued traveling along the road, until they finally entered a residential area.

The scene shifted to a more peaceful neighborhood.

Modest homes lined the streets, each with its own yard and parking lot. These were small houses, but they offered a sense of stability and calm.

"Almost there," Richard said, pointing to a two-story house at the end of the street. It was plain but well-maintained, with a neatly trimmed lawn and a small garden.

They parked the truck and stepped out, surveying the surroundings. He appreciated the privacy and low profile of the house. It was just what he needed.

At this point, the sun would rise in another 10-15 minutes, and people were already out jogging.

They all gave a double take at his large truck, and he felt proud .

"This will do," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Richard, eager to make amends, quickly retrieved the keys and handed them.

"Here you go, Master. Everything is ready inside."

He took the keys and walked towards the front door, his mind already planning his next moves.

Richard followed closely behind, but before he could enter, Reign slammed the door.

BAM!

"Master?" Richard asked while rubbing his nose, confused.

"You stay in the truck, and don't you dare use the driver seat, or I'll skin you alive," he warned from the other side of the door.

He was a very vengeful and petty individual , unable to let go of what happened in the garage .

"I..." Richard wanted to say something but was cut off by another order.

"And don't go anywhere else. I'm watching you from inside."

'Does he expect me to wait in the sun?' Richard grumbled inwardly, realizing his master was even more evil and petty than he had thought.

CLICK!

The curtains near the front door pull up, revealing Reign looking at him and making the "I'm watching you" gesture, followed by a threatening gesture as if slashing the neck, indicating dire consequences if Richard disobeyed.

Not only that, but he also turned on the AC unit unnecessarily, just to annoy his poor servant.

'He's a total psycho…' Richard felt like he had the worst job in the world.

What was scarier than a demon lord? A psychotic demon lord, that's right!

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"RAWWR!"

"RAWWR!"

"RAWWR!"

"What's happening? Why did he start acting crazy?" Melissa asked, her expression anxious.

Wick suddenly began behaving strangely. They thought he was recovering, but he started acting wild, his eyes turning red and saliva dripping from his mouth, as if he had rabies.

They locked him in a heavy-duty cage, but it was barely holding on because even his body was getting stronger and his claws sharper.

Wick's behavior had turned frantic—he bumped his head against the cage, clawed at it furiously, and then began biting the metal bars like a craze animal.

"Hey George, I thought Wick was a normal dog now? Why the hell does he look like a demon?" Melissa asked, her voice tinged with growing anxiety as she watched the dod's disturbing transformation and violent attempts to escape the cage.

"I don't really know. Wick is Reign's pet, so don't expect him to be normal," he replied, cautiously holding a long stick as he attempted to push the wild dog back.

However, Wick aggressively bit off the stick and threw George against the floor with surprising force.

CLICK!

"Wick, stop! Why are you doing this?" Melissa cried out, hoping he would remember how they had taken care of him.

"RAWWR!"

"RAWWR!"

"RAWWR!"

Wick continued to growl, his barks growing louder and more menacing.

"This can't go on. The neighbors might call the police on us," she muttered anxiously, tapping her feet on the floor and biting her fingers as she tried to think of a solution.

"I'll prepare the tranquilizer," he sighed. He had bought it after noticing Wick's increasing aggression, just as a precaution.

George carefully opened the long briefcase, revealing the tranquilizer gun nestled inside.

First, picked it up and loaded a tranquilizer dart into the chamber, pressing it in until it clicked securely into place.

"Is that thing strong enough ?" Mellisa asked.

"Don't worry, this thing has enough juice to make an elephant fall asleep," he assured her.

George positioned himself for a clear shot, aiming the tranquilizer gun towards Wick's lower body, who continued to growl and thrash in the cage.

He adjusted his stance, aligning the sights carefully with the target.

'I don't really want to do this to you,' he sighed,