Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 524

Chapter 524: Shocking the Capital Part 2
Tara’s gaze sharpened, sensing the underlying meaning.

“What are you getting at?” she demanded, her voice filled with suspicion.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, and Tara noticed a smile beginning to form on his lips.

The sight made her more irritated, her frustration building. She hated the game he was playing, always being so mysterious, always pushing her buttons.

The worst part was that Draven only showed this side to those he was close to.

To others, he acted dignified and smart, but she knew the truth—he loved making people play right into his hands. A cunning old man.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually willing to hand over your position to that arrogant demon. He’s not even a Demon God yet,” Tara’s voice dropped.

“You’re right. He’s not a Demon God. But his talent is remarkable.”

“That’s not a good enough reason. The alliance has no shortage of talented demons,” she retorted.

“Fair point,” he nodded. “But do you even know how old he is before you judge him?”

Tara raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by his confidence in Reign’s talent.

“How is that even important?” she asked.

A slow smile spread across his face as he raised his fingers .

“Barely two years. That’s how long it took him to go from a low rank to Peak Demon King status.”

Tara’s eyes widened in shock, her disbelief clear on her face.

She had heard of ancient demons rising quickly through the ranks, but this—this was beyond anything she could imagine.

“You’re lying—that’s impossible!” She shook her head, trying to deny his words.

The revelation was too much for her to process. Two years was such a short amount of time that, for most demons, they would barely be able to speak within that timeframe, let alone rise to such power.

Only those with a powerful bloodline, like Draven, could achieve something close—given enough resources and luck.

But even then, it would take at least a decade to reach that level. The idea of someone, especially someone so young, accomplishing it in just two years was almost impossible to fathom.

Draven’s smile widened as he watched her struggle to accept it. He had expected this reaction, as he had been just as shocked when he confirmed it .

The only difference was that he didn’t show it on his face;

“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” he remarked, leaning forward slightly. “But that’s the type of demon we’re dealing with.”

“So,” he asked, his tone almost taunting, “do you still think he’s unworthy of the position of Alliance Leader?”

Tara hesitated, her expression flickering between doubt and frustration.

“He’s talented, yes,” she admitted, her voice laced with reluctance. “But power alone doesn’t make a leader. He’s reckless, arrogant… He’s barely been around long enough to understand our world, let alone lead it… He’s a very dangerous liability,”

“Sometimes,” he replied slowly, “it’s precisely the ones who don’t follow the rules who make the best leaders.”

“And if he’s really that dangerous, maybe it’s time we guide that potential instead of fearing it.”

“Let’s say I agree with you,” she said slowly, her eyes narrowing. “Do you really think the other Demon Gods would just stand by and allow this to happen? They’d use this against you the first chance they got.”

Alliance politics ran far deeper than it seemed.

While many demons kept their grudges hidden out of fear, animosity simmered beneath their polite words and controlled expressions.

For example, Draven, with all his power and influence, was no exception—he had more than a few enemies lurking in the shadows, demon Gods eager to see him fall and seize his position the moment he made a misstep.

Tara understood this well. “You know the others would jump at any excuse to cut you down,” she warned, her gaze sharpening. “Pushing that arrogant demon too far into the spotlight could backfire. ”

“You don’t have to worry,” he leaned back casually “I’m not handing over my position to anyone just yet. I was just teasing you.”

Tara’s shoulders relaxed, but was still annoyed by his prank “You always enjoy these games, don’t you?”

“Keeps things interesting,” he replied, still grinning. “You should learn from me. Look at you—you’re becoming more hot-tempered the more you spend time training alone.”

Tara didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she took his words as valid advice.

“By the way,” Draven trailed off, tapping the desk with his finger, his tone light but now more serious.

“I know you’ve been waiting for my son, but I think it’s time for you to find yourself a partner.”

Her expression faltered, the mention of her old feelings pulling her back into a place she’d tried to move past. It had been a long time, but deep down, those emotions still lingered.

She was still hoping, still waiting for the day he would return. Her gaze dropped for a moment, lost in those memories.

But then, as her thoughts drifted back to the present, a flicker of irritation crossed her face.

Her brow furrowed, and she glanced at him with a sharp, annoyed look.

“That brat… he looks just like him,” she pointed out.

The resemblance between Reign and the one she had once cared for was too uncanny.

“So you also noticed it. I thought you might. The resemblance is hard to ignore.” he responded.

“Could he be?” Tara started, her voice almost a whisper, but he cut her off before she could finish.

“Don’t get yourself worked up, He’s not the one you think he is.” Draven’s tone softened slightly.

Tara’s brow furrowed, a mix of doubt and frustration crossing her face. “What do you mean?”

“He did not have my bloodline .So I’m sure he’s not related to me or my son.”

She looked at him, studying his expression. He didn’t look like he was lying.

“Then why does he remind me so much of him” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to Draven.

“It’s just your mind playing tricks on you,” Draven said, his voice calm but firm.

“Maybe we both just missed him too much. That’s why we see things and give meaning to them right away, without any real evidence to back it up.”

The doubts still lingered in her mind, but his words made sense. It was easy to get lost in what she wanted to believe, especially with the emotions tied to it.

“I’ll kept that in mind,” she added.

With that settled, she bid him farewell after reporting her findings.

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On the night of the celebration, the entrance to Asher’s estate had been temporarily opened, and a large group of demons, each varying in size and appearance, filed in.

It was a good thing that the people hired to facilitate the reception were experts and skilled at their jobs. They efficiently guided the visitors to their tables, ensuring everyone found their designated spots without delay.

Knowing that the food would take some time to cook, they took the opportunity to chat with the guests, drawing them into light conversation.

It was a clever tactic, keeping the visitors engaged and distracted while they waited.

At one corner of the hall, a group of Demon Kings sat together, their presence commanding attention. It was Kraken’s group.

“Is this supposed to be impressive?” Kraken scoffed, looking around with distaste.

His fingers drummed on the table as his eyes scanned the decorations—everything was red and dark, and it hurt his eyes just looking at it.

His companions, all powerful and equally high in status joined in the laughter, each making their own sharp remarks.

“This place looks like a torture chamber,” one of the Demon Kings remarked “Whoever designed this must have no class at all”

“Demon aesthetics were supposed to be bold, but this? It’s just… ugly,” another one chimed in, grimacing as he studied the walls, which were adorned with spiked sculptures that seemed to leer at them from every angle.

A servant, passing by with a tray of drinks, winced slightly at the harsh words, but said nothing.

They also wanted to criticize the design, but none of them dared to voice their thoughts too loudly. After all, the one who had ordered the decorations was Anna.

As more people arrived, the hall became livelier, the air buzzing with conversation and laughter.

Despite the questionable design, many of the demons looked unfazed by such minor details.

They were here to see him for themselves. The demon that was now the hot topic of the city.

At the same time, they were all quietly waiting for Tara, whose reputation for venting her anger was well known.

She had a notorious habit of unleashing her anger on anyone who didn’t take the act of organizing a ball seriously.

It would have been fine if she just beat up the offending party, but her temper was too unpredictable.

Depending on how disappointed she was, her wrath could escalate into something far worse—an execution in front of everyone