Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Shocking the Capital
In one of the grand mansions deep in the demon realm, a group of Demon Kings gathered, enjoying a luxurious evening

The room was dimly lit by glowing light stones, casting soft illumination over the glass walls.

Behind the glass, the dark water swirled gently, filled with exotic fish that glided by, their vibrant colors flickering in the light.

The air was filled with laughter and the sound of glasses clinking, each one holding rich, dark wine as they shared stories, enjoying the moment.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud creak, and a servant rushed in, holding a sealed letter in one hand.

“My Lords,” the servant said, bowing quickly before approaching the table. “An official letter has arrived. It’s an invitation.”

The Demon Kings exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable.

Then one of the demons spoke. He had a humanoid face, but his back was a twisted display of power, with multiple swords embedded deep within his flesh.

“I think this is an invitation from that new guy. The one who got the three-star general rank right away. I heard Demon God Tara tasked him with holding an event”

The Demon Kings exchanged glances, and the room’s atmosphere shifted.

Some of them scowled, their anger rising at the thought of Reign’s meteoric rise to power, while others smirked, intrigued by his background.

Lord Kraken, a towering demon of immense power, observed the envelope first.

His face was a twisted mix of sharp, jagged features, with octopus-like tendrils hanging down, forming a beard-like feature beneath his chin.

He slowly opened the invitation, his massive hands handling the delicate paper .

The room fell silent as the other Demon Kings watched him, their eyes fixed on his every movement, eager to know what the contents might reveal.

He read the words carefully, his expression unreadable at first. Then, as his eyes scanned the final line, his face twisted .

“BASTARD!” he roared, his fury erupting like a violent storm.

The room trembled beneath the force of his rage, the very walls of the underwater chamber vibrating as if the sea itself recoiled from his anger.

“How dare he,” Kraken growled through clenched teeth, his voice so full of rage that it seemed to shake the very foundation of the mansion.

“This fool just declared that he will be the next leader of the alliance”

The other Demon Kings’ faces turned cold and serious as they absorbed the weight of Kraken’s words.

Reign’s claim was more than just an insult; it was a direct challenge to the established order.

He wasn’t just positioning himself as a future leader—he was openly hinting that he had the right to replace Draven, a feat so audacious that even the Demon Gods themselves wouldn’t dare to say it out loud.

“So, he thinks he’s a big shot just because he got a high rank so easily?” Kraken sneered, his tendrils twitching in contempt. “I’ll teach that brat a lesson!”

The other demons remained silent. They could all understand where he was coming from. His anger mirrored their own.

They had spent decades, even centuries, clawing their way to the top, each battle, each moment of sacrifice shaping them into the formidable beings they were.

And now, some newbie thought he could just waltz in and take it all without earning it? The thought alone made their blood boil.

“What should we do?” another Demon King spoke up, her voice sharp and controlled.

She had a humanoid face, but her skin was a deep shade of blue, and her presence stirred the air around her like a constant breeze.

Kraken leaned back in his chair, his massive body looming over the room.

“We will attend the party,” Kraken declared, his voice thick with malicious intent. “I’m sure we’re not the only ones pissed off by this bastard. I want to see his face when we all gang up on him.”

The sound of his laughter echoed in the room, making the air feel heavier.

The other Demon Kings shared the same cold expressions.

They knew that the gathering would be more than just a social event—it would be a chance to make the new general understand the consequences of his words.

While this was happening, the ripples of the bold declaration were spreading far beyond the high-ranking circles.

News of his invitation—and the words within it—had reached every corner of the capital, even to the ears of the common demons and humans.

No one could stop talking about the new general’s audacious claim to the throne.

The whispers were everywhere—from the marketplace to the taverns, from the dark alleys to the grand halls.

“Can you believe it?” one demon murmured to another while standing near a street vendor, their eyes wide with shock. “The nerve of him! Calling himself the future leader like it’s already set in stone. Has he lost his mind?”

“The new General got guts, I’ll give him that,” another demon replied, shaking their head. “But does he think the other demon gods will just step aside for him? He’s as good as dead.”

In another part of the city.

“An open declaration,” someone said loudly as they passed a group of demons in the square. “He’s basically telling us all he’s going to be the leader, like we have no say in the matter. Bold, but stupid.”

Others nodded in agreement.

The more they spoke about it, the more the news fueled the fire. It wasn’t just a rumor anymore—it was something everyone was watching closely, waiting for the fallout.

In the Council Room, the alliance leader sat back in his chair, chuckling to himself. The news about Reign’s bold declaration had reached him, and he couldn’t help but find it amusing.

Tara stood up, glaring at him. “Why are you laughing at this serious matter?” she demanded.

He wiped a tear from his eye, still grinning. “It’s hilarious”

“Hilarious?” she rolled her eyes, “This is blasphemy. He’s lying, and you should punish him!”

Draven’s grin only widened as he leaned back “Is he really lying though?”