Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Tempest Fort.

The atmosphere in the briefing room buzzed with conversation.

Large metal walls gleamed under the cool, white lights, giving the room a clean, modern feel.

In the center, a long, shiny steel table stretched out, with chairs around it for the representative from different groups—mercenaries, advanced soldiers, and hunters.

These individuals weren't just any ordinary fighters; they had been carefully selected for this meeting.

While they might not be the absolute strongest, their overall combat skills and abilities were still exceptionally high, making them some of the best in their respective fields.

Did you hear the latest news from Green Valley?" a young man with brown undercut hair leaned closer "They've sent a distress signal. Something big is happening out there."

His companion, a sturdy middle age man with a beard, nodded, eyes wide with concern. "I heard it too. They say it's something powerful, maybe even a new type of corrupted."

A muscular mercenary with a scar running down his cheek chimed in, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You think it's a new numbered corrupted ? Last I heard, No. 17 was running rampant in that area."

"Could be," the young man mused aloud.

These three were representatives of the Veiled Nights, and they all held the prestigious Black Rank, the highest rank available.

While they were the face of the organization in this meeting, other members were waiting for their command.

The representatives of the advanced soldiers joined in the conversation, their demeanor a mix of professionalism and camaraderie.

However —

The hunters remained silent.

They knew their skills were top-notch, and they weren't there to join in on small talk.

Aside from that, a tension also lingered between them.

All the strongest mercenaries were divergents—people with demon blood—and hunters looked down on them for it.

It was almost surprising that they were willing to stay in the same room together at all.

CLICK!

The door swung open, and Governor Snider walked in with a commanding presence.

His sharp blue formal suit fit perfectly, and his serious expression made it clear he was in charge.

Instantly, the chatter faded. Representatives from various groups stood up and saluted him in unison, their faces a mix of respect and nervousness.

"Governor," they said together, their voices echoing in the room.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But at the far end of the table, the hunters stayed seated, showing no sign of respect.

They exchanged glances but kept their focus straight ahead, proving they were independent and didn't follow the same rules as the other

Governor Snider's eyes scanned the room, landing on the hunters. They all looked haughty and prideful, just as he had expected.

'Arrogant fools. Just wait; humanity won't need you relics of the past in the future,'

He felt a flash of annoyance but quickly hid it behind a calm expression.

"Thank you all for being here today," he said, his voice firm but steady. "We have important matters to discuss about the situation in Green Valley. I need each of you to pay attention "

With that, he prepared to explain .

"Our intelligence has confirmed that a level 8 crisis is happening in the Green Valley Region. "

"Tier 4 Cities are being destroyed at an alarming rate, and we suspect a powerful corrupted entity is responsible. Early reports indicate this could be a new type of corrupted, one that's nearly at Demon King levels."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"For now, we'll refer to it as Corrupted No. 36,"

A soft buzz spread through the room as the mercenaries exchanged worried glances.

The young man with the undercut leaned forward.

"Demon King levels? How are we supposed to handle something like that?"

He asked, concerned about the distance from Tempest Fort to Green Valley.

That meant the amount of manpower and resources they could send would be limited, making the situation even more dangerous.

"The last I heard, we had to get help from the Abyssal Alliance to deal with No. 17!" the sturdy middle age man with beard added.

The hunters' expressions darkened after hearing the their comment. They felt it was a deliberate jab at them.

It stung even more knowing that their own director was the one responsible for requesting that outside help.

That wasn't something they could be proud of, and it only deepened the tension in the room.

Snider sensed the mood. He knew he had to change the topic before things got worse.

"We have no choice but to respond regardless," Snider replied, his voice steady.

"If we don't take action soon, Green Valley will be lost, and we'll lose our resources there as well. You all know our territory is limited, and the fight against the corrupted never stops. We can't afford to lose that area."

Conversations filled the room, and some representatives exchanged anxious looks.

"What about the risks? If this corrupted is as powerful as you say, we could be sending our best into a trap." Asked by another mercenary.

Snider met his gaze head-on. "That's a risk we have to take."

"Governor, that's not enough to convince us .This will be a huge risk for us. If you miscalculated, we could all end up dead."

"I understand your concerns, and I want to assure you that we're taking this very seriously. If you agree to join this mission, I promise that everyone involved will be compensated handsomely for their efforts. You won't just receive the standard payment,"

The mercenaries' expressions shifted as soon as they heard the mention of money.

"We will help you, Governor. It's our duty to protect humanity, especially when we have the ability to do so." the young man quickly replied

"It's good that we are now on the same page," Snider said, clearing his throat to command everyone's attention.

"I need everyone to look at the monitor. I think you'll find this very interesting," he gestured .

Everyone turned their focus, their eyes fixed intently on the screen.

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"This is the future of humanity," Snider declared.