Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 528

Chapter 528: Shocking History
Silence fell over the table.

None of the other Demon Gods seemed to understand what the symbol meant, but Draven’s reaction said it all.

His hands shook as he gripped the edge of the table, his usual calm demeanor slipping. He looked at Reign and asked again, “Where did you see that symbol?”

“Like I said, from my father,” Reign replied bluntly.

The rings confirmed he was not lying.

“I—I can’t believe it…” Draven’s voice cracked as he spoke. “You’re my grandson.”

The declaration hit like a thunderstorm, leaving everyone stunned.

Tara’s eyes widened in disbelief. Even Venzo, always quick to laugh or joke, sat motionless.

Reign blinked, taken aback by the claim.

‘Grandson?’

It didn’t add up. His father was from an entirely different world. There was no way he could have family ties here.

Before he could respond, Draven leaned forward, his voice urgent with questions.

“Where is he? Where is your father? I’ve been searching for him all this time!” Draven’s tone was filled with a mixture of hope and desperation, catching everyone off guard.

Realizing how out of character his outburst was, Draven quickly composed himself. He straightened in his seat and cleared his throat.

“I apologize for that,” he said, his voice steadier now. A faint smile spread across his face as he looked at Reign. “I’m just… really glad to know I have a grandson.”

His words carried a conviction that made it clear he already believed it.

‘Is this old dude serious?’ Reign thought, narrowing his eyes. ‘He’s claiming I’m his grandson just because of a symbol?’ He shook his head slightly, still skeptical.

For all he knew, this could be some elaborate scheme to mess with him.

There was no way he’d accept something like that without solid proof.

And even if it was true, Reign felt no obligation to suddenly act chummy with him.

His original body had already died, and the system had created this new one.

By all accounts, he was a completely different person now—if they didn’t count his soul.

Draven looked around the table, noticing Reign’s skeptical expression and the faces of the other council members.

He was still the leader of the alliance, and it wasn’t wise to let emotions show in front of the other Demon Gods. A leader had to be confident and composed at all times, especially in moments like this.

“Let’s keep this between us for now,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

“I know this is a lot to take in, but now is not the time to discuss it openly. I trust each of you will keep your silence, as a sign of respect.”

His gaze swept across the table, locking eyes with each of the Demon Gods.

Tara nodded slowly, her eyes narrowed, unsettled by the revelation.

Metto, the quiet Demon God, remained in the background, hardly drawing attention..

Visara and Venzo also nodded in agreement, their faces showing no signs of challenging the command.

But Reign remained still, staring at Draven with disbelief. He couldn’t help it.

One moment, he was just a transmigrator from another world, killing and leveling up with a strange system.

Now, he was being told that he was the grandchild of the strongest Demon alive.

“I know you don’t believe me, but I have proof,” Draven said with a steady voice . “I’ll show you after the party. If we talk about it now, it could cause some problems.”

Reign didn’t look convinced. He crossed his arms and leaned back, looking uninterested.

“And why should I care about your proof? Whether it’s true or not, it doesn’t change anything for me.”

Draven’s expression softened, but he kept his voice low. “You don’t have to care right now, but I’ll still show you. ”

Reign didn’t say anything, but his eyes said it all. He wasn’t buying it. To him, this whole thing smells like bullshit.

Besides, his old life was gone when he died in that laboratory. His new life, with the help of the system, was his own.

None of this old family stuff had any real value to him.

‘Time to get the fuck of this crazy place,’

Just as he was about to stand up and leave, Draven spoke again.

“I know I’m asking a lot,” he said, his eyes softening. “So, can you at least tell me what happened to your father?”

Reign could feel the weight of the question hanging in the air, but he didn’t want to get too deep into it. It was better to keep things vague.

He sighed before answering, “He’s no longer in this world.”

The words hit Draven and Tara hard. Draven, especially, looked as though he’d been struck by a heavy blow.

For years, he’d held on to the hope that his son was out there somewhere, but hearing that he was really gone, it hit him harder than he’d expected.

The alliance leader’s gaze remained fixed on his ring, his fingers tightening around it. Its resonance confirmed it was not a lie.

Reign, however, knew the truth was different. His father wasn’t dead—he was just not in this world.

He didn’t want to go into the details, so he let their imaginations run wild. It wasn’t his problem if they misunderstood. They could fill in the gaps however they wanted.

After all, it was their fault for not clarifying things themselves.

“I see, so he’s gone,” Draven said, forcing a smile. His hand trembled, but he quickly controlled it.

“But at least you’re here,” he looked at Reign.

Then he turned to Metto, the small demon who was a master of manipulating space.

“Teleport us to the council room,” he ordered. “I need to speak with him alone and you all handle the situation here. ”

Visara nodded, her multiple eyes glowing as the barrier around them turned black for a moment, obscuring what was happening.

Then, the barrier glowed again, and two illusions of Draven and Reign appeared

Before Reign could react, his vision blurred, and in an instant, he found himself seated at the council’s round table, face-to-face with his potential grandfather.

“Aren’t you overusing your authority?” Reign asked, his expression calm and unfazed.

He gave no sign of panic. If they had wanted to kill him, they would have done so already—especially with five Demon Gods present, and Metto, who could likely prevent any attempt at teleporting.

“I wanted to wait until the party is over, but I have a feeling you might try to run away,”

“You bet I do. You can’t just claim things and expect me to believe them,” Reign grumbled, crossing his arms as he leaned back in the chair.

He could run at any moment now using his portable teleporter, but doing so would immediately reveal one of his secret weapons.

“You really are like your father, now that I get a better look at you,” Draven chuckled softly, his eyes filled nostalgia.

“Old man, I already told you—”

“These rings were meant to be inherited by him. Now that he’s gone, you’re the only one who has the right to them.” Draven cut him off.

“Grandpa! I miss you so much!” Reign’s attitude did a complete 180 after hearing such a tempting offer.

“But you said you don’t believe it? I haven’t shown you the proof yet,” Draven raised an eyebrow, his hands lifted while all ten rings began to glow.

He made sure they sparkled, catching the light perfectly so his rude grandson could see them clearly.

“Of course I believe you,” Reign quickly responded. “I was just a little taken aback, but now that I get a good look at you, you really do look like my father, ”

“I see, then that’s good to know. At least you have your father’s brain—quick to understand the situation.”

“But…” Draven’s voice trailed off, his tone shifting. “You need to do something first. I already believe you’re my grandson, but not everyone will. They’ll think I’m just faking it, trying to push you into a higher position.”

Reign paused, he wasn’t fully convinced by the whole “family” story.

He was just playing along to secure some benefits. Those rings were very powerful—enough to make Draven undisputed among all Demon Gods.

“I’ll do it, as long as you give me those rings,” Reign said, his eyes gleaming with determination.

“You’re a greedy one, aren’t you?” Draven shook his head .

“Well, we are family, aren’t we?” Reign said with a smirk. “I’m pretty sure my father is more greedy than me. He’s the type of person who would want to conquer the whole world.”

Draven let out a half smile, his eyes distant as he remembered his son’s words.

Raiden had always believed that all living beings were chaotic by nature and would bring ruin to the world if left unchecked.

In his vision, he wanted to create a place where everyone was controlled, and peace could be achieved through complete dominance and order.

The reasoning behind it might have been noble——but the methods he had planned were far too extreme.

It wouldn’t work in this world because there were too many powerful beings that could rise up.