Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 522

Chapter 522: Tempting Fate
The demons moved quickly, their footsteps echoing through the corridors as they raced to transform the hall.

Anna was everywhere, her voice carrying through the air as she gave order.

“Red! We need more red on those tables,” she said, gesturing to one of the workers arranging wine bottles. “And make sure the tablecloths is black to match!”

Some demons exchanged skeptical glances but held their tongues.

Anna’s presence demanded respect—not only as the rumored partner of a general but as a Demon King herself.

A younger demon dared to mutter under his breath, “Red and black, everywhere? It’s a bit… much.”

Another older demon nudged him sharply, silencing him with a quick shake of the head.

She spotted them and quickly stepped over, arms crossed.

“Is there a problem with the color scheme?” Her eyes narrowed, her smile holding a hidden threat that made the younger demon immediately avert his gaze.

“No, Colonel Anna,” he mumbled, fumbling with a crimson ribbon he was tying to a chair. “Red and black are… fitting. Very fitting.”

“Good,” she replied, her tone sweet yet sharp.

“It’s a theme that shows our undying devotion and love to each other. You all understand that, right?” She gestured grandly.

The hall fell silent, demons nodding cautiously to avoid attracting her anger.

Satisfied, Anna turned to another group.

“As for the guests,” she announced, loud enough for everyone to hear, “females should wear red, males black. It’ll create a striking contrast for my husband’s entrance.”

Behind her, a few demons barely suppressed a cringe. One leaned over to his companion, whispering, “This is a war general’s hall, not a courting ball.”

“Shh,” the other replied quickly, glancing at Anna to make sure she hadn’t heard.

“You want to end up like that guy who criticized her centerpiece arrangement?”

Both of them recalled their now dead companion, a demon who had dared to question her taste.

His defiance had been brief and brutal—she’d crushed his head with no remorse, leaving his body a mangled heap on the floor.

The memory still haunted them, and now, as they watched her oversee the preparations, a chill ran down their spines.

Anna, oblivious or simply unfazed, continued directing , adjusting each detail to match her vision.

By late afternoon, the hall had transformed into a dark, cringe display of her design.

Crimson banners draped the walls, and chandeliers glowed with a haunting red light.

The tables stretched out in rows, covered in black cloths topped with blood-red roses and wine.

Even the floors seemed to shimmer underfoot, dark and polished to a mirror-like shine.

The demons paused as the finishing touches came together, looking over the results of their work.

Very few nodded approvingly, impressed by the unique setup, while most couldn’t help but shake their head.

This wasn’t the typical look of a gathering hall.

One demon muttered under his breath to another, “If the General shows up, he might tear down half these decorations before the party even starts.”

The other shrugged, “As long as Colonel Anna’s here, no one can say anything. Besides, she seems to have her heart set on this ‘love theme.”

Just then, Anna clapped her hands, gathering everyone’s attention.

“Perfect! Now, remember,” she added with a meaningful smile, “everything here represents the bond we share. Reign will be thrilled.”

Silence fell. The demons glanced at each other, unsure if she actually believed what she was saying or just enjoyed bossing them around.

“Colonel,” called by the snake woman, bowing her head as she approached.

She held a piece of paper—notes for the invitation wording that Anna had instructed them to write.

“What’s the problem?” Anna asked, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the paper.

The snake woman hesitated, nervously shifting her gaze. She didn’t want to speak up, but she had no choice; the requests had gone too far.

“I’m not sure it’s wise to tell all the invitees they’re being summoned by the ‘future leader of the alliance,'” the snake woman said carefully. “The others might see it as a challenge.”

“So?” Anna raised her eyebrows, her tone playful but sharp.

“It’s not like I’m lying. My Reign is so amazing, even the title of leader doesn’t do him justice. Honestly, they should be honored I even put in there that he’s willing to be the alliance leader without them begging him.”

The snake woman and every demon within earshot nearly lost their composure.

She had just dismissed the highest title in the Alliance as “too low.”

Glances flew between them, jaws clenched as they fought back shock and amazement at her sheer audacity.

But as Anna stood there, unwavering and confident, a few of them began to reconsider.

Perhaps Reign really was on his way to becoming the leader of the Alliance, and she wasn’t just boasting; she was stating a fact.

Little did anyone know, Anna’s confidence was driven by something much simpler—her obsession with him.

While all this was happening, Reign locked himself in his room, focused on an important task.

He was trying to recreate the teleportation device using his divine creation.

As expected, it was far easier for the system to do it in his second body.

Within no time, he had another version—only this time, it was even more compact, thanks to the divine creation’s ability to add finer details.

‘Now I can escape just in case things get bad,’ a chuckle escaped his lips.

What he had experienced with Tara had made him realize just how dangerous the capital really was.

The political games, the hidden threats—it was more than he had anticipated. Having the teleportation device now felt like a necessary precaution, a way out if things spiraled beyond his control.

‘I wonder how that stupid party preparation is going. I better check it out just in case.’

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the glass on the desk, and as he stood up, it tipped over, falling to the floor.

CRACK!

‘Why do I have a bad feeling about this?’ he muttered under his breath, staring at the broken glass.