Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

"Move back! You cannot enter!" shouted one of the officers, his voice drowned out by the scream of the crowd.

"I said move back, don\'t force us to hurt you!" Another officer screamed, his baton already raised as he smashed it into one of the people trying to squeeze their way in.

"Let us in, we also need help!"

"We\'re dying here! What is the government doing?"

"Are you just going to let us die here?"

"I have a daughter, please, she needs help!"

"Fuck you! Fuck the government, you\'re abandoning us!"

The people, driven by fear and desperation, refused to be deterred.

They pressed forward, their cries growing louder as they demanded access to medical care for themselves and their loved ones.

In response, the soldiers and police officers intensified their efforts, using batons and shields to push back against the crowd

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

They fired warning shots into the air, hoping to disperse the crowd, but their efforts only seemed to incite further chaos.

"Fuck you! You fucking bastards!" A man in the crowd shouted and attacked the police.

He was dying anyway, so he would rather vent his frustration.

This action force the police to use shotguns, resulting in chaos.

Some people ran, while others charged toward the ballistic shields, attempting to overrun them.

Fueled by fear, anger, and desperation, fists flew and batons swung as both sides struggled to assert control.

In the middle of the turmoil, the sound of sirens blared as fire trucks arrived on the scene.

Firefighters, equipped with powerful hoses, joined the fray, spraying jets of water into the crowd in an attempt to quell the unrest.

However, what was happening right now was already beyond control.

Not just this place, but most places started to go down the drain.

Stores were being robbed of their essentials, pharmacies were being pried open for medication, and other small hospitals and clinics were getting overrun by desperate crowds seeking aid.

This city, once filled with joy and excitement, had become a shithole because of the pandemic.

<Penthouse>

A woman, wearing a simple white sleeping gown, stood at her large window, gazing out at the city.

The orange glow of fires lit up the night sky, and smoke bellowed in the air.

Angela saw buildings burning down and people rioting in the streets. Some civilians were now armed, fighting against law enforcers.

\'Amazing,\' she murmured to herself, her lips forming a smile. \'I can\'t believe that his plan would create this much panic. He\'s better than I thought.\'

Sipping her red wine slowly, she pondered the events unfolding before her.

She couldn\'t help but admit that Reign was very resourceful, having surpassed all her expectations in many ways.

However—

\'No matter how much you try \' she sneered, her voice filled with confidence, \'you can never reach Demon Lord status.\'

Her bold statement wasn\'t because this city lacked enough humans.

She knew it wasn\'t just a matter of quantity.

The requirements for attaining Demon Lord status were far more complex than others believed.

If it were as simple as devouring humans, demons would have driven humanity to extinction long ago.

That requirement was something Reign did not possess in the first place.

When she used her ability on him to check, she was shocked to discover that even though he was strong, he did not meet the qualifications to reach the status of a demon lord.

It wasn\'t something rare, really; some beings were just meant to stop at a certain point.

This was also one of the reasons why she was not afraid of him, even in the off chance that he received a power boost.

\'I\'ll kill you after you serve your purpose. Or maybe I should turn you into a weapon?\' she giggled, her imagination running wild with thoughts of using Reign\'s body parts as forging materials.

As she gazed at the horizon, she could sense a heavenly energy growing stronger; she knew it was coming from the Chalice, implying that Reign was carrying out their agreement.

\'What a gullible creature you are\'

<Open Pit Mine>

[Ding!]

[Congratulation Host for Reaching Level 40]

"This is it," Reign smiled from ear to ear as he finally heard the notification he had been waiting for.

He quickly checked his status to see what his next evolution path was going to be.

===

>>Lightning Skull Sovereign : The advanced version of the Skull Monarch.

In terms of power, the Skull Sovereign race surpasses all others in their ability to amass armies. At their peak, they could command tens of thousands and obliterate entire civilizations.

<Skill>

Convergence : The ability to merge puppets into the host body temporarily, enhancing the host\'s strength and power. (Note: sacrificed puppets vanish after being used .)

Death Cry : The ability to boost all the stats of host puppets by emitting a powerful shout.

Death\'s Embrace: Temporarily renders the host immune to certain amount of fatal blows, granting invulnerability for a brief duration.

<Attributes>

+2 Rank All Minor Attributes

+1 Rank Energy Attribute

===

\'Is this really enough to push me to the status of a Demon Lord?\' Reign pondered silently.

Though the rewards looked promising, he couldn\'t shake the feeling that something was missing.

But with no other options, he decided to try it first.

After he pressed the evolve button, a surge of dark energy enveloped him, swirling around his body like a living black mist.

The solid black bones that once formed his body began to hollow out, shedding away like fragile shells.

In their replacement, a dense mist, as dark as the abyss, coalesced inside it, pulsating with crackling arcs of red lightning .

As the transformation progressed, Reign\'s skull shifted from its human-like shape to something more menacing.

The jawline became sharper, while the head elongated into a sleeker shape, devoid of any semblance of humanity.

His new countenance emanated dread, with angular features that instilled fear in all who witnessed it.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Then something emerged from his back; it was a wing bone, but instead of flesh, the bones released a black jelly like substance that shaped like a demonic wing.

As they fully formed, the wings stretched outward, casting an eerie shadow over the surroundings.

With each beat, they released wisps of darkness and red sparks.

After the external transformation reached its final phrase, another change began to stir within Reign\'s internal body.

A new core materialized on his chest, pulsating with energy that seemed to resonate with the darkness surrounding him

"I could feel it, I\'m getting stronger. That bitch will regret sparing me, " Reign laughed manically, assuming that he was close to breaking through.

However, out of nowhere, he felt that the new core stopped forming midway.

[Ding!]

[System: Host lacks the requirements to reach the Demon Lord status]

"What\'s going on?" Reign asked, confused.

[System: Host is considered a foreign object, so the laws of the world will reject any attempt to break through by normal means.]

"So what should I do?"