Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 526

Chapter 526: Shocking the Capital Part 4
The mood had turned awkward, and Tara’s patience was wearing thin. She glanced sharply at Draven, annoyance flickering in her eyes.

“See what you did?” she muttered under her breath, keeping her voice low but firm. “Because you couldn’t be bothered to clear up the misunderstanding, now they all think that brat is actually your successor.”

Draven’s expression remained stoic, though a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Let them think what they want,” he replied calmly. “If they’re so easily led, perhaps they need a shake-up.”

Tara sighed, rolling her eyes, but the tension didn’t leave her gaze.

Venzo, sitting across the table, couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“That’s right, Tara,” he said between laughs. “Don’t bother with them. It’s their fault for being so easily misled.”

He leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face. “In fact, adding some tension might do them good,”

Tara’s expression tightened, her irritation barely contained, but she held back. She knew Venzo enjoyed stirring things up just to watch the chaos unfold. Though she didn’t entirely disagree with his views, now wasn’t the time for his games.

Just then, the snake-woman stepped onto the stage, drawing the room’s attention.

“General Reign and Colonel Anna have arrived,” she announced, her voice echoing through the hall.

All eyes turned toward the wide double doors as they swung open.

From within, a stunning woman emerged, drawing gasps from the crowd.

Anna wore a bright red dress covered in rose-like patterns that twirled around the fabric, making her look as if she was wrapped in a whole bouquet of flowers.

She clung to Reign’s arm, who wore a plain black tuxedo that, even in its simplicity, only added to his strong presence.

Reign carried himself with a confidence that demanded attention, and the contrast between his dark attire and Anna’s floral gown made them an unforgettable sight.

The hall fell silent, every guest captivated as they watched the two walked forward, their presence casting a new level of tension over the already-charged gathering.

The whispers among the high-ranking female demons grew louder.

They leaned toward each other, trying to keep their voices low, but their surprise was hard to contain.

“Is that really him?” one murmured, eyes widening as she took in Reign’s features.

“He’s… hot. I didn’t expect him to look like that,” another replied, glancing sideways to make sure no one caught her staring too openly.

“Almost as handsome as Draven’s son,” a third whispered, earning a few nods of agreement from the others.

To them, comparing anyone to that legendary figure was almost unthinkable; his bloodline was known for its attractiveness, unmatched by most.

Seeing Reign now, they couldn’t deny the resemblance.

The way he walked, and the way everyone was looking at him, all hit Tara hard.

It wasn’t just admiration she saw in their eyes; it was how much he reminded her of someone else—someone she had once loved.

Tara clenched her jaw, forcing herself to remain composed, but the frustration lingered.

Memories she thought she’d buried stirred to the surface, and for a brief moment, she struggled to separate the past from the present.

Tara glanced at Draven, her eyes silently asking, Are you really sure he’s not related to you?

Draven met Tara’s gaze and, without saying a word, shook his head.

He couldn’t deny how much Reign looked like his son.

But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he didn’t share their bloodline.

The more he tried, the more he realized there was no connection—at least not by blood.

Meanwhile, Reign remained composed, unfazed by the attention.

His steady gaze swept over the crowd, his posture relaxed, as if he were completely used to all this attention.

But the truth was simple.

He just wasn’t concerned about them at all. Once the party was over, he planned to return to his original body and focus on more important matters.

The snake woman led them to their reserved table, following tradition, but before they could sit down, Venzo stood up.

“Let him sit with us,” he said loudly. “He’s the future Alliance leader after all.”

His laughter echoed through the hall, and the room fell silent, everyone gasping in surprise.

‘Alliance Leader?’ Reign raised an eyebrow, completely confused. He had no idea what was going on.

On the other hand, Anna couldn’t hide her smile.

She beamed with happiness, hoping he would praise her for the role she played in raising his reputation.

Reign didn’t say a word and simply sat at the table with the Demon Gods.

Venzo had expected him to refuse his offer and sit somewhere else as a form of courtesy, but to his surprise, Reign didn’t even hesitate.

He didn’t realize that by doing so, he was signaling his confidence in his ability to sit among the most powerful beings in the world.

To him, it was just another seat.

Anna was also about to sit down next to him, but Tara’s cold gaze stopped her.

“You sit there,” the demon god ordered.

Anna wanted to protest.

But Reign, noticing the tension, gave her a small, quiet shake of his head. He did not want to deal with the drama.

Anna caught his gaze, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “But Reign—”

“Not now,” he repeated, his voice low and steady.

She nodded, turning toward the seat Tara had indicated.

With that settled, Reign relaxed into his own chair.

The presence of all the Demon Gods around him was suffocating, but he didn’t show an ounce of fear.

In his opinion, such rank was only a matter of time.

Tara’s voice broke the silence, “So, what did you prepare for us?” she asked.

“Prepare for you? Isn’t this my welcoming party? Shouldn’t you be the ones gifting me, not the other way around?” he replied with a confused look.

His response shocked the other attendees. They exchanged nervous glances, knowing he had just made the biggest mistake in front of Tara.

Tara’s eyes narrowed, and the room went quiet. She didn’t speak at first, letting the silence stretch out.

Reign’s words were bold, and everyone could feel the tension building.

After a moment of silence, Tara’s voice broke through, sharp and cold.

“Are you sure you want me to give you a gift?” she asked, her tone thick with hostility.

“If a gift is what’s expected, then yes. But I’m not asking for one,” Reign replied, his tone still steady.

He was genuinely confused, unable to understand why something so small was being treated like such a big deal.

Tara leaned back in her seat, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips.

“Very well,” she said after a long pause. “You’ll find that gifts in this world come with a price. And you’ll learn what that price is soon enough.”

Reign paused for a moment, thinking carefully about her words. He wasn’t trying to provoke her, but he really didn’t understand the importance of such rituals.

“If it’s too expensive, then forget it. I don’t want you going broke over this,”

The words hit a nerve.

Tara’s eyes narrowed, her fists clenched tightly under the table. The anger flashed in her expression for just a moment, but she quickly regained control, masking it with a forced smile.

She knew the other Demon Gods were watching closely, and losing her temper here would only make her look silly.

“Forget it,” she sighed, shaking her head in disbelief.

Her actions left the other attendees stunned. She was infamous for her hot temper, and for her to let Reign off without scolding him was unheard of.

Venzo, sitting nearby, observed the exchange with interest, his lips curling into a small smile.

He was no stranger to seeing Tara lose her composure, but this time, she managed to keep herself in check.

Sensing the tension in the air, Draven decided to step in and break it.

“So, how are you finding life in the capital?” he asked, directing his attention to Reign.

The question, simple as it was, served as a way to defuse the growing tension in the table.

Draven, thinking Reign would give a more thoughtful answer, was caught off guard when he got a response.

“It’s boring.”

The bluntness of the reply hung in the air, making everyone around the table pause.

The alliance leader had underestimated how little Reign cared about the social games and formalities of the capital.

For him, it wasn’t a place to enjoy or thrive in—it was just a place to be.

Tara looked annoyed, not expecting such a straightforward insulting answer.

Most people would have tried to give a more positive response, maybe to please the others or to fit in, but Reign wasn’t concerned with any of that.

While everyone else was busy trying to maintain their status and play along with the social games, he spoke his mind, he didn’t care about making a good impression or saying the right things.