Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Their eyes glowed red as they charged at Reign, their ragged fingers outstretched.

They moved in chaotic waves, each one desperate to tear at him. Driven by frenzied instincts, their attacks came from every direction.

Anyone else would have felt threatened by the scene, but Reign didn’t even consider them worth his full attention.

Without breaking his steady pace, he brandished his dagger.

SLASH!

The blade flashed with a sharp, blue electric arc, slicing through the air.

With each swing, the corrupted fell before him. His blade sliced through their rotting flesh, sending dark sprays of blood into the air.

Their growled were cut short as their bodies hit the ground with dull thuds, only to vanish into the miasma that hung thick and suffocating around them.

Meanwhile, tiny, nearly invisible bones tendrils extended from Reign’s feet into the ground. They absorbed the fallen enemies silently.

The rise of his Dark Points satisfied him, and he began to think that it might not be such a bad thing after all. He had been frustrated with saving annoying, rich, and stuck-up humans, so the points were a welcome reward.

’I can’t forget the rest,’ he muttered to himself, making sure to absorb the thousands of corrupted who had fallen in the initial bombardment.

’Free points, nice,’ he thought inwardly.

The corrupted kept coming, their attacks growing more frenzied as they failed to realize that their efforts were futile and useless.

So Reign just advanced steadily, cutting down anything that was within his range.

Thirty, forty, fifty—each number marked a new wave of enemies falling before him. Their bodies piled up around him, before vanishing .

The passengers watching from the windows could hardly believe their eyes. Reign movements where so amazing, as if the battle were merely a walk in the park.

"He’s... he’s incredible," someone whispered in awe, unable to look away from the scene.

Everyone watched Reign as if they were witnessing a a real life superhero in action.

His dagger gleamed through the miasma, slicing through the air with a humming sound followed by a chorus of crackling, like the flutter of thousands of birds.

The corrupted fell in droves, their numbers thinning with every step he took.

Inside the train, a new sense of hope began to rise.

The passengers, who had been teetering on the edge of despair, now watched with a flicker of optimism.

Even Nobu and Seki, who had doubted his abilities, observed with a mix of fear and respect.

Seki, in particular, felt a surge of pride. To see someone of Eastern heritage wield such power and skill was very impressive.

Finally, as Reign reached the front of the train, he began increasing his attacks speed, cutting through the corrupted ruthlessly .

The train followed closely behind, gaining ground as he cleared a path through the horde

Seeing Reign’s dominating the fight, the surviving mercenaries decided to take a short break.

They climbed to the top of the train to get a better view.

From up there, they could see just how effective Reign combat style was as he annihilated everything in his way.

His dagger sparked with electricity, slicing through the corrupted with each swing.

One of the fighters, a middle age veteran named Jock, watched in amazement.

"Look at him go," he said, his voice filled with approval . "He’s cutting through them like they’re nothing."

Arah, another mercenary with a reputation, nodded in agreement. "I’ve never seen anyone fight like this"

Ben, who had been focused on his own fighting earlier, turned to the others with a puzzled look. "Do you think we’re really needed here? I mean, he’s clearing the way on his own."

Jock shook his head slowly. "It’s hard to say. He’s making it look so easy. Maybe we will just slow him down if we join."

Ben sighed. "I was thinking the same thing."

Arah’s eyes remained fixed on Reign, admiration and frustration mixing in her expression. "Yeah. I guess we should just focus on supporting where we can."

Ben nodded. "Agreed. Let’s stay ready and make sure we’re here if he needs us. But it’s clear he’s got this under control."

The fighters watched in silence, readying themselves for any unexpected events.

Reign, however, remained unfazed, scanning the area for any remaining threats. He knew that most of the swarm, were likely still far away, but he was eager for more points.

He had even slowed down a bit, pretending to get tired in order to wait for more to come.

Unfortunately, despite his efforts, their numbers continued to thin out.

’Damn it, these things are too slow,’ he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

With a final, decisive swing, he took down the last of the enemies around him.

The path was now clear, so he leaped onto the train’s roof, his expression remaining unchanged.

As Reign stood on the train’s roof, Arah approached, trying to get his attention. "Thank you for saving us"

He didn’t look at her or respond. He just kept staring into the distance, and completely ignored her.

"I’m sorry for running my mouth," She apologized , accepting that he needed space.

The engine started , and it began to move forward, crushing any remaining corrupted along the way.

With the train picking up speed, the passengers, who had been gripped by fear, now felt more safe .

Meanwhile, seeing that there was no more immediate danger, Reign returned to the passenger car.

The battle was over, but the impact of his actions would linger long after the train left the danger behind.

Upon entering the car, the passengers burst into applause, their faces reflecting relief and genuine appreciation.

They now saw him as a hero, feeling grateful for his timely intervention and skill.

Some approached him, eager to thank him for his heroic intervention.

Their voices were filled with admiration, and a few even reached out to shake his hand or offer their heartfelt thanks.

However, Reign just ignored them.

One particularly enthusiastic passenger, her face alight with admiration, stepped forward with the intention of hugging Reign.

Her arms were open wide, and she had a big smile on her face.

Reign, however, grumbled under his breath, clearly irritated by the overzealous display of gratitude.

But before she could reach him, he lifted his leg and delivered a sharp, brutal kick.

BAM!

The impact sent the woman stumbling backward, crashing into a nearby seat with a grunt of surprise and pain.

"I— I can’t..." she gasped, squirming on the floor as she struggled to catch her breath.

The cabin fell silent, with all eyes turning toward Reign.

"You’re misunderstanding something," Reign said, his voice breaking the silence. "I’m not your hero, so don’t get too friendly. If you do, I’ll throw you off this train," he warned.

His aggressive tone and the brutal kick made it clear that he had no interest in their thanks.

The once-celebratory atmosphere turned tense and uneasy. The passengers’ gratitude was overshadowed by his harsh and brutal response.

With a final glance at the shocked faces around him, he turned and found an empty seat.

He sat down, his expression unreadable .