Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Red glanced at Juggernaut and also felt a shiver of fear run down his spine.

Dr. Hart looked at them, knowing exactly why they were scared of her.

It wasn’t her strength; it was the unbreakable bond they shared.

These Meta-Humans saw her as their mother, a trait BioGen had engineered to ensure control.

Imprinting occurred early in a Meta-Human’s life. Once bonded, they would exhibit extreme loyalty and obedience, prioritizing their "parent’s" commands above all else.

This bond was both psychological and physiological, deeply ingrained within their very biology.

Attempts to resist or disobey these imprinted commands often resulted in intense psychological stress or physical pain.

’I need to find her,’ she thought, shifting her focus to another Meta-Human.

The "No-names", like Elsa, didn’t have this trait. They couldn’t imprint on anyone, making them wild and uncontrollable.

However, BioGen couldn’t dispose of them because they tended to be far more powerful than named Meta-Humans.

In terms of just raw power, the No-names were the ideal for BioGen. These beings could contend toe-to-toe with Demon Lords.

Dr. Hart turned away from Juggernaut and Red, her gaze shifting to the other staff members nearby.

"What about the search teams? Any updates?" she asked, her voice demanding and urgent.

One of the employees stepped forward, looking nervous.

"We’ve increased the search radius, Doctor. We’re covering all possible escape routes and nearby areas."

"That’s not enough," She snapped out "I want every resource we have dedicated to finding her. Do you understand?"

The staff member nodded quickly. "Yes, Doctor. We’ll double our efforts immediately."

Dr. Hart’s frustration showed clearly on her face. Her eyes burned with anger as she gritted her teeth.

"Double? No, make it triple! If we lose her, the HQ will hold us responsible!" Her voice was filled with annoyance and worry.

"And you, Red, I want you to fly around and search for her," she ordered.

"But, Mother, my power is limited at night. Just flying for a couple of miles has already made me exhausted," Red explained, his voice hesitant.

"You..." She almost raised her hand to slap him for speaking out of turn, but she stopped when she realized he had a point.

With a frustrated sigh, she clicked her tongue and shook her head in annoyance.

"Bunch of useless idiots," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

She turned away, leaving the two standing there, emotionally hurt and dejected.

These two supposedly powerful beings, one of them even able to make an Unrivaled Demon Lord retreat, were being mistreated like this.

It was something no powerful demon or angel would tolerate. Even powerful humans had their own egos, but in front of their mother, they were practically useless.

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Reign woke up a few hours later, feeling more rested. He stretched and looked around, taking in his surroundings.

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

Noticing Wick’s odd behavior, he saw that the dog had saved one of the bones.

But instead of breaking and eating it as usual, he was just licking and play-biting it, almost like he was savoring everything.

’What’s that all about?’ he muttered, watching his pet with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

He approached the dog and examined the bone.

There was nothing particularly special about it, but his pet’s unusual behavior intrigued him.

"Alright, Wick. Time to move," he said, his voice echoing slightly in the cavern.

Wick looked up from his treasured bone with a lazy look.

"We need to go. Eat that thing already," Reign ordered.

Wick, hearing the command, reluctantly crushed the bone in his mouth and devoured it.

He watched as his pet finished the last bits of the bone, then shook off the remnants.

When they left the cave, the sky was still dark, but morning was just about to start.

The first light of dawn was showing on the horizon. Reign and Wick began their travel, moving quickly through the forest.

Wick’s paws made no noise on the forest floor, and Reign’s steps were silent as he blended into the shadows.

As they left the trees and came into the open, the cool morning air greeted them.

They traveled through fields and along winding paths that cut through the countryside.

The forest gave way to meadows, where the grass was covered in dew and sparkled in the early light.

Seeing this view, it was easy to forget that just outside the barrier, a horde of maybe millions of corrupteds was camping, ready to devour everything in sight.

But for him, such surroundings were not enticing. He felt more at peace in chaotic places filled with bloodshed rather than in a peaceful setting. In fact, he would rather bathe in a river of blood than in a hot spring.

After running for hours, they finally reached the edge of a small town.

The first light of day made the scene clearer.

The town, nestled between gentle hills and surrounded by farmland, had a cozy, old-fashioned feel.

It was a place where life seemed slower and more relaxed compared to a busy city.

The main street had simple, one-story buildings painted in soft colors.

There were small shops and cafes starting to open for the day.

Fresh bread from a bakery filled the air, mixing with the clean scent of morning dew.

At the town square, the cobblestone area had a charming fountain in the middle.

Some early risers were starting their day, sitting on benches and drinking coffee while talking quietly.

The streets were becoming busier as the town woke up, but it was still peaceful.

As he watched everything, he recalled the first town he had seen after he was transmigrated into this world. It had the same feeling.

’I’ll wait here,’ he muttered, sitting down by a nearby tree.

Reaching into Aljon’s bag, he pulled out the phone he had taken.

Using one of the deceased fingers to unlock it, he began dialing the number of another spy.

The phone rang a few times before a voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Listen up," Reign barked, not wasting any time on pleasantries.

"I need you to come get me. Now."

The spy on the other end hesitated. "Who is this? Where’s Aljon?"

"It’s me, and Aljon is dead," Reign replied coldly. "He sacrificed his life to complete the mission."

There was a pause, then the spy’s voice returned, now laced with concern. "Sir, how did he die?"

Reign’s voice hardened. "He fought bravely, and it cost him his life. We don’t have time for this. Get here now."

"Alright sir, where are you?"

"I’m in a small town just outside the city, by the eastern border," Reign said, looking around.

The spy sighed, clearly shaken. "I’ll be there as soon as I can, Sir."

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"Don’t keep me waiting," Reign snapped. "And bring my extra mask. It’s hidden on the second floor of the house, in the bottom drawer."

There was a brief silence before the spy responded, "Got it. I’ll bring the mask. Anything else?"

"Get me a new set of clothes too," Reign replied . "And get here fast."

"Understood," the spy replied, his voice steadying. "I’m on my way."

Reign ended the call and leaned back against the tree.

He kept an eye on Wick as he waited, the town’s peaceful atmosphere feeling oddly out of place compared to the bloodbath that had just transpired.