Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 521

Chapter 521: Extraordinary Part 2
Reign saw the look on the demons’ faces and couldn’t shake the feeling that they were trying way too hard to kiss up to him.

They were practically bowing so low, he half expected them to start polishing his shoes.

He sighed and waved them off. “Alright, that’s enough. You can go now.”

The demons quickly bowed again and left.

He watched them go with a slight frown on his face. All the attention was starting to feel like more of a burden than a benefit.

‘I miss my peaceful life,’ he muttered to himself.

If it weren’t for the party he still had to deal with, Reign would’ve gladly returned to his original body, where he could be free from all this nonsense.

He longed for the simplicity of those days—when he didn’t have to worry about alliances, politics, or the constant threat of powerful and psychopathic beings like Tara showing up at his doorstep.

Just as he was about to head back to the mansion, another group of demons arrived.

This time, most of them were women, and there were even a few humans among them.

He opened the entrance and let them in, eyeing the new arrivals.

One demon, her body resembling that of a large snake with the upper torso of a human, slithered forward.

Her orange, reptilian eyes locked onto him as she slithered forward, and with a smooth, graceful motion, she bowed her head deeply.

‘Nice, another bootlicker,’ he muttered under his breath, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

The snake woman, sensing the dangerous shift in his demeanor, immediately straightened up, her eyes wide with concern.

She could feel the weight of his gazed, and fear gripped her as she realized how easily he could end her existence.

“General, I meant no disrespect,” she stammered, lowering her head slightly in a sign of submission.

“We came here under the orders of Colonel Elizabeth,” she added, her voice steady.

In this place, citizens usually addressed demons by their rank, a mark of respect for their position.

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of Elizabeth.

“Colonel, huh?” he muttered under his breath. Knowing that she was far beneath him made him feel a bit smug.

‘No wonder she always follows my orders,’ he thought with a smirk.

Little did he know, though, that Elizabeth’s obedience had little to do with her rank and everything to do with her own feelings for him.

She didn’t just follow his orders out of duty; she did it because she wanted to.

“So just get this over with. I have a hall in this house—use that,” he ordered.

“We will, General. But may I ask what kind of ball you’re trying to organize? Could you give us a theme?” the snake woman asked.

He paused, not expecting that question.

“A theme?” he repeated, his voice flat. “Just keep it simple. No need for anything fancy. Make it look… presentable. And make sure no one annoys me while it’s happening.”

He didn’t have the patience for something extravagant. His mind was already elsewhere, preoccupied with other matters, and he didn’t care much for the details.

“Pardon me, General, but this is more important than you think,” the snake woman said, her voice softer now, sensing the tension in the air.

She dared to step closer, though not too close, as if carefully measuring his reaction.

“What did you just say?” His voice was a low growl, a barely contained anger rising under the surface.

The snake woman bowed her head again, sensing the shift in his mood.

“I apologize again, General. I just meant to explain the importance of such events. Just last month, a Demon King was nearly beaten to death and imprisoned by Demon God Tara for failing to meet her expectations. She demands perfection at these gatherings.”

Reign’s fists clenched, his jaw tightening. ‘Tara.’

That name again. His blood began to boil.

‘What’s up with that psychopathic bitch?’ He grumbled inwardly. ‘Why is she obsessed with such nonsense party?’

His anger rose up, but he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Still, just thinking about her—so obsessed with such silly things—made him want to lash out.

“Just handle it,” he muttered, turning away. “You have full control. Make it unforgettable if you want. I don’t really care. As for the cost, charge it to Elizabeth.”

He gave the command and walked off, eager to stay out of it. Being there wouldn’t help anyway; he had no clue about such stuff.

If they wanted his opinion on destroying cities, killing humans, or torturing them, that was something he knew very well. He’d even be willing to coach them if that was the case.

As soon as he left, the workers began to whisper among themselves, their voices low but full of curiosity.

“Do you think the new General is too hot-tempered?” one of them asked, glancing nervously in the direction Reign had gone.

Another worker nodded, her eyes widening in concern.

“Yeah, he doesn’t seem to have any class at all. I mean, compared to the other high-ranking demons we’ve seen, he’s… different. No manners, no respect. It’s like he doesn’t care about reputation or status.”

A third worker chimed in, her voice hesitant but intrigued. “But… he’s powerful, right? They say he’s climbing up fast in the ranks. Maybe that’s why he’s so… blunt. Maybe he doesn’t need to play by the rules.”

One of the workers, clearly nervous about speaking too freely, quickly added, “Still, though… if he’s like this now, imagine how he’ll be when he gets even more authority. Maybe that’s why everyone’s keeping their eyes on him.”

A brief silence fell as they mulled over the implications of Reign’s behavior and his attitude toward others.

Despite their discomfort, there was also a strange fascination.

A new power was rising in the capital, and it was unclear whether that would be a force for good or destruction.

But one thing was for sure: him being here was bound to make this place more lively.