Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

"Let’s continue this later. I’m sure we can change your mind," Liliana said, leaning in close, her breath brushing against him.

He stood still, expression cold and distant, as if her words hadn’t even registered.

For a split second, her playful smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of frustration. But she quickly regained her composure, assuming he was simply playing hard to get. After all, only a few could resist their beauty.

What she didn’t realize was that to get any reaction from him, she’d need the most powerful love magic in existence. There were two types of people immune to a woman’s charm: those with iron wills, and then there was Reign.

She turned to Draven with a smirk. "How about you, old man? I wouldn’t mind if you joined too."

"I’m too old for you," he shook his head.

"You’re kidding, right? You’re only a couple of thousand years older," she teased.

"Yeah, still older,"

She rolled her eyes and walked past him. "No wonder you only have one son,"

It was meant as an insult, but Draven didn’t react. He simply let them enter the elevator first.

Reign looked at his grandfather. "I’ve been wondering, though—why do you only have one son? You’re the strongest, right? I’m sure a lot of women would want to get their hands on your genes."

"Good point," Draven said, his voice steady and thoughtful. "Truth be told, after your grandmother passed, I lost the desire to take a wife again. Not that I haven’t had my fair share of offers, but... some things are better left in the past."

He paused, eyes distant as if reflecting on the years gone by. "Long life teaches you that,"

"You seem to really like her," Reign pointed out.

"Like her? I hated that woman with all my heart," Draven sighed heavily. "I was so happy when she was gone, I threw a party that lasted a year."

Reign raised an eyebrow, "But what about that ’long life teaches you that’?"

Draven chuckled loudly "Oh, I meant that long life teaches you that you don’t need a wife to be happy. Just find a woman you can leave anytime, but never marry. You’ll regret it if you do. Imagine spending thousands of years with a woman who’s constantly nagging at you."

"Yeah, that’s pretty scary," Reign nodded in agreement. Just spending an hour with Anna was enough to tire him out.

"See, I’d rather fight to death than go through those hellish years again," Draven shook his head, his face grim as if the memories still haunted him. He really looked like someone who had been traumatized.

Reign let out a small laugh. He rarely enjoyed talking to anyone, but sometimes his grandfather’s casual attitude managed to break through his social barrier.

With that settled, they entered the elevator and ascended to the designated floor.

As the doors slid open, they stepped into a massive lobby, its grandeur impossible to ignore. The entire space glowed in gold, with holographic displays shimmering like liquid gold suspended in the air.

The polished floor reflected the warm light, creating an effect that made it feel like they were walking on molten gold. Sleek panels lined the walls, glowing faintly, shifting colors to complement the holograms above.

Despite the opulence, the design exuded professionalism and sophistication. This lobby wasn’t just for show—it was meant to impress and intimidate anyone who entered.

Under the guide’s direction, the group passed through the gilded space and stopped in front of a set of imposing double doors, which loomed ahead like a gateway to something greater.

When the doors opened, they entered a vast room with a high, arched ceiling, making the space feel even larger. Every detail reinforced that this was a place for serious decisions.

Rows of seats were arranged in a circle in the center of the room, resembling a political gathering or council meeting.

The walls combined glowing panels with simple decorations, balancing modernity with formality.

Reign noticed the lobby was already buzzing with people.

Among them, a group in traditional eastern attire stood out. Their intricate robes and distinctive designs marked them as visitors from the distant Eastern Nations.

Draven, standing beside him, let out a booming laugh, clearly pleased with himself.

"This is only possible because I shared our teleportation technology with them," he announced proudly, taking full credit for the achievement.

Those nearby overheard Draven’s bold remark, but no one dared challenge him.

As much as they might have disliked his arrogance, the truth behind his words was undeniable.

Without his contribution, the ability to travel quickly between nations—especially across vast distances—would have remained a distant dream.

His teleportation technology had become a cornerstone of global cooperation.

But what most people didn’t know was that Central City had been on the verge of completing its own teleportation portal. Given another year or two, they would have succeeded without outside help.

Draven knew this, which was exactly why he stepped in. By sharing the technology first, he secured his influence and reputation.

To outsiders, Draven might appear easygoing, even charming, but that was far from the truth. Beneath his relaxed demeanor was a calculating mind, always thinking several steps ahead.

This trait ran deep in his bloodline. Of all the people Draven knew, the only one who could outsmart him was probably his son, Raiden.

As for Reign, he saw his grandson as nothing more than a greenhorn, super talented but too inexperienced to fully understand the depth of the game he played.

Draven had countless secrets, many of which he planned to reveal when the time was right.

Even his exaggerated concern about the devils? It was a carefully crafted act, a performance to keep others on edge while he worked behind the scenes to control events.

What Draven didn’t realize was that his grandson was far more cunning than he imagined.

Reign had his own set of hidden cards—ones that could make even the most seasoned schemers break a sweat .

Both grandfather and grandson, unaware of each other’s true depth, carried secrets of their own, each believing they were the smarter one.

Together, this duo was a recipe for disaster.