Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 527

Chapter 527: Shocking the Capital Part 5
Tara narrowed her eyes, displeased with his attitude.

“You’ve only just arrived, and you’re already dismissing the capital?

Reign shrugged. “Bold or not, it’s the truth. I’m not here to make friends or enjoy the view. I’m here to kill Lilith. But you all haven’t even found her yet. ”

“You…” Tara’s fingers dug into the armrest of her chair, causing it to groan under the pressure.

“Watch your tone, boy,” she warned, her voice cold and sharp. “You’re addressing the ones who have kept this alliance standing for thousands of years”

“And yet,” Reign countered, leaning slightly forward, “the biggest threat to all of you is still out there. What have you been doing this whole time? Hosting parties? Wasting time on pointless discussions? Maybe that’s why nothing’s been accomplished.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Even Venzo, who usually thrived in chaos, looked momentarily taken aback before breaking into a chuckle.

“Oh, this is fun,” he said, raising his glass again. “Keep going, kid.”

Tara shot up from her seat, her power radiating so strongly that the room seemed to vibrate.

“Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to?” she spat out.

Draven, who had been quietly observing, finally intervened.

“That’s enough,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the tension.

Then, he turned to Reign.

“And mind your words. You have no right to challenge the work of those who’ve upheld this alliance for generations.”

Hearing this, Reign decided to stay quiet. He had been trying to mess with Tara for what happened before, and seeing her already sour mood was enough for now.

Sensing the tension in the air, the snake woman decided it was time to move on. She stood up, her voice cutting through the hall as she addressed the crowd.

“Everyone, please turn your attention to the stage.”

With that, the crowd shifted their gaze, and a group of demons stepped forward to perform.

The first woman, tall with orange hair and eyes that glowed like embers, stepped onto the stage.

Her skin shimmered in warm shades of orange, and patches of flame danced across her body, flickering like living tattoos.

The flames provided the illusion of clothing, their heat adding an intense glow to her form.

She spread her arms wide, and the air around her shimmered as flames flickered to life at her fingertips.

With each succeeding movement, she began to dance, the fire swirling and twisting around her like an extension of herself.

The fire swirled higher, forming a whirlwind of heat and light that surrounded her like a protective shield.

With a final, powerful spin, she shake her belly while sending a burst of flame into the air.

It exploded like fireworks with different colors, filling the space with brilliant light and leaving the audience gasping in awe.

However—

Reign, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t help but shake his head.

‘What the hell? Why are they all so amazed by these flashy tricks? They all have powers, and they’re treating this like it’s something special.’

‘I don’t get it, ‘he muttered under his breath. ‘Is this really what passes for entertainment around here?’

As the performance continued, the atmosphere shifted.

Each table of demons quietly activated their own protective barriers, creating a subtle, invisible wall around their groups.

The barriers distorted the air, preventing anyone from overhearing their conversations.

Even the image inside flickered and blurred slightly, ensuring that no one could read their lips or catch a hint of what was being discussed.

“Kid, can you tell me about your background? They said you’re a rogue demon, but you’re too talented. You even killed my son once,” Venzo asked, chuckling like it was no big deal.

Reign’s eyes narrowed as he locked eyes with him.

From the way the Demon God spoke, he had a pretty good idea they were talking about Vinsh.

“Well, he killed me too, so it’s pretty much a tie.”

“A tie, huh?” Venzo chuckled, his sharp gaze never leaving Reign. “I got a feeling you just let him kill you so you could fool him.”

Reign let out a chuckle, his lips curling into a smirk. “Seems you’re smarter than your son. If you gave him some of those braincells of yours, he’d be way stronger.”

Venzo threw his head back and laughed even louder.

“Ha! You’re completely right, kid. If my son had my brain, he would be a Demon God by now. Speaking of genes, though, tell me… where did you get your talent? From your mother or your father?”

He smoothly redirected the conversation, his eyes studying Reign with an intensity that hinted at how carefully he was probing for answers.

And he wasn’t the only one curious. Tara and Draven, too, looked interested.

“Does it really matter?” Reign asked.

Venzo’s grin widened, the amusement never leaving his face. “Of course it does, kid. There’s always a story behind talent. And you’re not the type to just get lucky.”

Reign stayed silent for a moment, knowing that anything he said could lead to more questions.

Then there was Draven, who could detect lies. So instead of lying, Reign decided to tell them half-truths.

“It’s from my father,” he answered.

“You’re father must be pretty powerful,” Venzo pressed, his curiosity growing.

“Yeah,” Reign replied, his tone neutral.

Technically, he wasn’t lying. His father, the Evil Monarch, had the power to control an entire world on his own.

He wouldn’t be shocked if his father was even above Demon God level.

“What’s his name?” Venzo continued.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t know him,” he shook his head. His so-called father didn’t even exist in this world to begin with.

“You can tell us,” Venzo persisted with a grin on his face. “I’ve lived for a very long time, so if he’s as powerful as you say, I’m sure I’d know his name.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” he said, shaking his head.

But the Demon God was stubborn and kept pressing him for answers.

Reign hesitated, but after a couple of minutes, he finally relented with a sigh.

“Fine,” He took a deep breath, recalling the name of his father.

He was known as The Evil Monarch by many, but before his mother died, she had told him his real name.

“His name is…” Reign paused, feeling the weight of all the Demon Gods’ eyes on him.

He didn’t understand why they were so interested, but he suspected they were just trying to figure out what made him so powerful.

After a moment, he spoke. “His name is… Raiden.”

The table went completely silent.

Tara’s eyes widened in shock. She stood up so suddenly that her chair scraped loudly across the floor.

“Raiden?” she whispered, her voice full of disbelief. She looked at him like she had just heard something unbelievable.

Everyone at the table knew the name well.

Raiden. A legendary figure in the Alliance.

He wasn’t just any demon—he was the one who had invented many of the artifacts still in use today.

Known as the smartest demon to ever live, his brilliance had reshaped the entire demon world.

His name had been whispered with awe and respect for years, his inventions and intellect leaving a lasting mark on everyone.

But there was one thing that made the name even more significant—Raiden was Draven’s son who had disappeared years ago without a trace.

Tara, who had been standing moments ago, slowly sat back down, her expression hardening.

“Boy, don’t joke around with us. And don’t use that name so easily,” she warned.

Reign frowned, not understanding their reactions. “Why? You asked me who my father is, and I answered it.

Tara’s anger flared as she slammed her hand on the table.

“Stop spouting bullshit! Who told you about Raiden?” she demanded.

Reign furrowed his brow, growing more puzzled by the second. Her reaction made it seem like she wasn’t just questioning the name—she was acting like she knew his father personally.

But that was impossible because his father was on another world altogether.

“Wait, before you all jump to conclusions, maybe you’re mistaken? I mean, Raiden is a pretty common name,” he reasoned.

The room fell into a brief silence as everyone processed Reign’s words.

Venzo, who had been leaning forward , raised an eyebrow.

“You might have a point,” he muttered. “Raiden could be a name used by others, but your scary talent… there’s more to this than just a coincidence.”

Draven, who had remained silent up until now, spoked up.

“I need to ask you something,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Did your father have a symbol?”

Before his son vanished, Raiden had created a symbol—a mark that would solidify his rightful place as the leader of the alliance.

It was something only the two of them knew. Not even Tara had any knowledge of this .

Reign thought for a moment. When it came to his father, there was only one symbol that came to mind.

He answered, “It’s a golden reverse pyramid with an eye at the center.”