Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Reign and Draven comfortably sat in their respective seats. Now that they were settled, the room fell quiet, a clear sign of the impact Draven had on everyone. It was a silence that only the strongest could command.

Meanwhile, Reign surveyed the attendees of the meeting. As expected, the majority were humans, but his attention was drawn to a group dressed in lab coats bearing the BioGen logo.

They were accompanied by two meta-humans—one male and one female, both appearing around twenty years old.

The female meta-human caught his gaze and turned her head, offering him a friendly smile. She had long, dark brown hair that cascaded in soft waves down her back.

Her eyes were a vibrant shade of green, bright and attentive, carrying an air of intelligence and curiosity.

She wore a simple yet elegant outfit: a fitted black dress with subtle silver patterns, paired with knee-high boots that added a touch of practicality to her otherwise refined appearance.

The male meta-human beside her appeared more reserved, his demeanor serious, but his focus remained fixed on the proceedings rather than the interaction.

’I wonder what kind of powers they have,’ Reign thought to himself. ’They’re definitely strong if they’ve been chosen to be here.’

Just as Reign was observing them, the room was interrupted by a sharp chime, signaling the start of the meeting.

A human representative stepped forward, his name was Marcus Ward. He was in his mid-thirties, with short, dark brown hair and sharp, calculating blue eyes.

He wore a neatly pressed suit, with a faint silver lining on the collar. As he adjusted his glasses, he spoke with a calm, steady voice, addressing the assembly.

"Esteemed representatives of the Abyssal Alliance and other demon factions," he began, bowing respectfully to the room. "We have gathered here under extraordinary circumstances—circumstances that threaten the safety of our world."

But before Marcus could continue, some of the demons grumbled in frustration.

"This is a outrageous," one growled. "Where is your president? He’s supposed to be here! Or do humans think we demons don’t deserve proper respect?"

Marcus stood his ground, unphased by the growing tension. He cleared his throat before responding, his voice steady but firm.

"The president is... occupied with other matters at the moment," he explained. "However, I assure you, this meeting is of the utmost importance, and I am here to represent the necessary authority."

The demon who had spoken earlier scowled, his voice rising as he slammed a heavy fist on the table.

"This is unacceptable!" he roared. "Your president is nowhere to be seen, and we’re left to deal with a mere human representative? Do you think this is some kind of joke?"

The room erupted in noise as other demons joined in, their voices filled with anger and disbelief.

"How dare they treat us this way!" one shouted. "This is an insult to our kind!" another growled.

Reign watched in amusement as the tension escalated. He had expected this meeting to be dull, but it was quickly turning into something far more entertaining.

Marcus, visibly unsettled but determined, raised his hands to calm the room.

"Please," he said, his voice steady but firm, "I assure you, the president’s absence does not undermine the importance of this meeting. We are here to discuss matters that affect us all—humans and demons alike."

But the crowd of demons was not so easily appeased.

"If this meeting is so important," one sneered, "then why is he not here? You want our help, but where is the respect we deserve?"

Marcus opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. The identity of the president was a well-hidden secret, known to only a few, and Marcus was not among them.

"SHUT UP!"

Draven roared, his voice thundering through the room. His aura exploded outward, an invisible force that slammed into the gathered crowd.

The demons, the humans—everyone was frozen in place, their eyes wide, feeling the weight of his presence settle over them. Not a single person dared to speak or move, as if the very air around them demanded silence.

Draven’s gaze turned to Marcus, and instinctively, the representative took a step back.

Sitting before him was the strongest being in the world, a force of nature whose mere presence could crush any opposition.

"Continue," Draven ordered, his voice low and commanding.

This time, when Marcus began speaking, no one dared make a side comment or interrupt.

He gestured toward a massive hologram that materialized above the center of the room, displaying a swirling red vortex.

"This is the Hellgate 001, It appeared a few days ago, and we’ve already seen an army heading toward Tempest Fort. For now, they’ve stopped moving, but we have no idea what they’re waiting for. One thing is clear—they’re not here to negotiate."

Marcus cleared his throat. "As you all know, this threat affects not only humans but all beings on this world. The legions of Hell do not discriminate. Their goal is annihilation."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "This is why we propose a unified response—a coalition to pool our resources and strengths to close the Hellgate before it’s too late."

While most seemed to agree, a demon raised a hand. He was massive, with two heads—one smaller than the other—and a single large eye. His deep voice boomed across the room.

"And why should we help?" he asked, pointing to the map. "From what I see, this is far from our territory. Technically, they’re attacking the humans, not us."

His comment made several demons nod in agreement, their faces reflecting the same sentiment. It was only natural for those not immediately threatened to feel they were being taken advantage of.

"I expected that response," Marcus said firmly. "That’s why we have more information to share."

He gestured to the hologram again, which shifted to display an image of the Hellgate’s energy signature.

"After studying this portal, we discovered something alarming," Marcus continued

"It’s not just a means of travel for the Hell army. If you look closely, the portal expands the more their forces move. And it’s also releasing some kind of air—one that pushes away the dark miasma and replaces it with something else. As we’ve guessed, it’s a type of air that only exists in Hell."

The hologram zoomed in, showing data and energy patterns surrounding the portal.

"Our scientists believe it’s designed to alter our world—making it more suitable for them. If we don’t act now, it will allow even more powerful devils to cross over, and the invasion will grow beyond we could control."

A demon with crimson horns crossed his arms and growled, "If this thing grows stronger, it could breach even our continent. That’s not something I want near my territory."

Another demon scoffed. "How do we know your ’scientists’ aren’t exaggerating? Humans love to dramatize things."

The demons began nodding, though some still looked skeptical. The data presented by the humans could be fabricated, designed to manipulate them into action.

"It’s easy to sit here and debate whether it’s real or not," Draven interrupted, leaning forward slightly.

"But the fact is, the portal exists. That much is clear. If we wait too long, we’ll be facing an army of billions, and if you think the devils would be willing to share this world with us, then you’re all fools."

His words struck hard. Some demons flinched, others bristled.

One demon scowled, leaning forward. "What do you suggest we do? Send more forces to the west? What if another portal appears in the East? Will these humans help us?"

The idea of splitting their forces made the situation even more complicated, and the thought of relying on humans was hard to swallow for many demons.

Draven’s lips curled into a smile.

"That won’t be a problem. We still have my... our teleportation technology. With this, we can send reinforcements wherever they’re needed, fast. And I’m sure the humans will help us if things get serious in the East. After all, we’re both in the same boat. It’s sinking no matter which side you choose."

He leaned back, confident in his plan.

A few demons exchanged uneasy glances, but the logic behind his explanation was undeniable.

Even if they didn’t trust the humans, they couldn’t ignore the fact that their fates were tied together. The Hellgate wasn’t just a threat to one side—it was a threat to everyone.

One demon spoke up, reluctantly agreeing. "So, we work together... for now."

Draven nodded, his expression serious. "For now," he repeated, "but if anyone tries to betray this alliance, I will deal with them first before I deal with the devils."

"Betray the alliance? Are you hinting that one of us will be working with the devils?"

Draven’s gaze turned cold, his voice low. "I’m not hinting. I’m stating it clearly. Anyone who even considers working with the devils will have to answer to me first. The devils are our enemies, and anyone who sides with them is just as dangerous."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing.

"I don’t care if you’re demon, human, or whatever you think you are. If you choose to betray this alliance, you won’t live long enough to regret it."

"You think we’d work with those devils?" one demon sneered, his disbelief clear in his voice. "What makes you think we’d even consider working with them?"

Draven’s eyes locked onto him with cold intensity.

"Because I’ve seen it before," he said. "In times of desperation, anyone can be swayed. And I won’t let anyone jeopardize this alliance."