Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Reign locked himself in the basement to consume the last corpse without interruption.

[Level Up!]

Finally, after consuming all the farmers, he heard the notification sound . It highlighted just how much the requirements had increased with each level.

In total, he had consumed fifteen humans to level up, a considerable number, almost equivalent to a full basketball team.

'Ah, forget about it,' Reign shrugged off the expensive price for leveling up, deciding to focus on the present,.

Eager to bolster his strength, he quickly checked his available evolution options. The sooner he grew stronger, the better off he'd be. He couldn't rely on Anna indefinitely.

In the event that she was killed, he needed to have enough power to survive on his own.

DING!

The system window pops up in his vision, displaying the available evolution routes.

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Ironclad Infector : This type of creature is a unique (System Created) type specializing in defense. Their skin can harden at will.

Additionally, it has a compact and fast battle style, leading to a smaller body size for increased agility. This combination of traits makes it a formidable opponent, able to withstand attacks while quickly maneuvering in combat .

Iron Flash : Increase speed by 100% in 5 seconds.

Iron Skin : Increase durability by 50 % in 10 seconds.

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Rapid Infector: This type of creature is a unique (System Created) type specializing in offense. It can shoot projectiles using its claw .

Claw Bullet: lethal projectile weapon designed for mid range and short quarter combat.

Claw Barrage : Increased the fire rate of the Claw Bullet by doubling its speed of deployment.

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'That's it? ' Reign felt a twinge of disappointment with his next evolution.

The available options weren't as impressive as he had expected, especially considering that he was reaching level 20.

He had hoped for a more humanoid form, not out of a desire to be human, but because seeing Anna in combat made him realized the flexibility advantage of a human body.

'What should I choose?' he grumbled inwardly, his brows furrowing in frustration as he mulled over his options.

The Ironclad Infector effect was appealing, doubling his speed and enhancing his durability, which would increase his chances of survival.

On the other hand, the Rapid Infector race offered the potential for more varied attacks, he remembered how Anna effortlessly overpowered the hunters with projectiles.

This skill might lack the speed and quantity of Anna's Blood Bullets, but with enough leveling up, they could become much tougher and more resilient. After all, it was common knowledge that metal was harder than blood.

[Purchase Rapid Infector]

In the end, he opted for the Rapid Infector, convinced it provided superior combat versatility. While the speed and toughness offered by the Ironclad would be more useful in the long run, he prioritized immediate power.

The long range abilities it provided were also perfect, particularly if he developed a very lethal type of virus.

He felt a change stirring within him. Glancing at his body, he noticed a slight decrease in size, and he sensed his face undergoing subtle reconstruction.

After the transformation was complete, he searched for a mirror and examined his new appearance.

He found himself less ugly, though still pretty hideous . However, he didn't mind; looks weren't his top priority anyway.

'Oh, my skin has healed up,' he remarked, raising his arm to inspect it.

Gone were the decaying patches; instead, his skin appeared pure and dark, a stark contrast to its previous spoiling and meaty appearance.

His elongated nose had also flattened out, erasing the appearance of a decaying mix between a zombie and a severely deformed wolf.

'Let's see.' He raised his hand and then focused on the wall of the basement.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

His five claws shot forward with muffled noises, leaving small crack markings on the wall. Though not as quick and powerful as real bullets, they possessed more than enough force to pierce a human body.

'Next,'

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

This time, he unleashed Claw Barrage, feeling as though his knuckles had upgraded from a pistol to a semi-automatic. The force behind his attack had also been amplified, judging from the impact of each projectile.

The force was so powerful that wide spider cracks began to fracture the walls.

'Yeah, this feels way better,' he nodded with a satisfied grin.

With his test complete, it was time to rest and prepare for the mission tonight.

***

At 5:30 am in the town market, a vendor, accustomed to receiving fresh supplies from a nearby farm, found himself in a predicament. Anticipating the arrival of his usual batch of locally sourced goods, he was disappointed to discover that there were none .

Concerned, he walked towards his desk and dialed the farm phone number.

RING RING RING.

"Hello," came a male voice from the other end of the line. Though unfamiliar, the vendor didn't find it odd, considering the farm had multiple employees.

"Hello, this is Mr. Strin from the market. I haven't received any deliveries yet," the vendor spoke up, his tone tinged with a little bit annoyance, but he still maintained his composure .

"Oh, sorry about that. Can you tell me again what the deliveries were?" the man responded.

The vendor, not wanting to delay any further, repeated the list.

"Alright, I'll deliver it," the man replied before ending the call.

CLICK (Drop the call)

"Dad, who's that?" Anna asked, sipping on her fresh cow milk.

"Nothing important. By the way, I'll be making some deliveries, so you should go to bed after finishing your breakfast," George responded before walking away.

"Alright," Anna nodded, not probing further. She trusted that her father had important matters to attend to.

After neatly stacking the supplies in the warehouse, he loaded them onto the truck's bed, each item snugly fitting into place. With a twist of the key, the engine rumbled to life, its steady hum filling the air.

As the truck warmed up, he poured himself a cup of coffee, its aroma wafting through the stillness of the morning. With the newspaper in hand, he scanned the headlines, absorbing the day's news.

'Time to work,'he muttered to himself, stretching his legs before climbing into the truck.

He pressed down on the pedal, setting off into the morning as a productive citizen.

VROOOOOM!

***

"Are you a new employee?" Mr. Strin inquired after seeing an unfamiliar face.

"Yeah, I just got hired today," George replied with a warm smile.

He was very good at instilling trust in others and remained composed, making it unlikely for anyone to suspect that he was aiding two monsters on their killing spree.

Observing George's casual and composed demeanor, Mr. Strin refrained from asking too many questions and simply allowed him to continue unloading the supplies.

After completing his rounds on his order, he began walking around town, familiarizing himself with its layout and catching up on the latest news.

Anna might be powerful, but having additional knowledge about this place couldn't hurt.

Along the way, he struck up conversations with the townspeople, eventually even stopping to enjoy a cup of coffee with one of them.

'They're really nice,' he thought to himself, observing the simplicity and refreshing lifestyle of the people in this peaceful town.

Unlike city dwellers, the citizens living in small towns like this were far kinder and easygoing.

'Too bad they will all die tonight,' he added silently, his expression still kind as he assisted an elderly lady in crossing the street.