Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

The city walls appeared in the distance.

Reign decided to ditch the stolen car, knowing it could be traced back to him, after what he did with those teenagers.

After a quick look around, he left the car by the roadside and walked to a nearby bus stop.

The area was quiet, with only the sounds of car breaking the silence.

After a few minutes, a bus came into view.

Reign got on the bus as the doors opened with a sharp hiss.

As soon as he stepped inside, people started staring at him, as usual.

They couldn't help but notice him because of how good-looking he was.

The bus was packed, with every seat taken, and passengers stood shoulder to shoulder, holding on to the overhead bars.

The smell of old leather and ac filled the air, but it didn't distract from the way people kept stealing glances at him, some with admiration, others with envy.

He found a spot near the back and stood at first, but then some girls nearby started giggling and offered their seat to open up a conversation.

They didn't really think a guy like him would actually take them up on it.

But Reign surprised them. He walked closer, his gaze locking onto them.

"You offered your seat, right? Why aren't you moving?" he asked in a cold tone, staring down at them.

At first, the girls didn't move, still thinking he was joking.

But as he continued to stare at them with a serious look, they realized he wasn't kidding at all. Their smiles faded and they started to get nervous.

One of them finally stood up, her voice shaky.

"Uh, okay," she said.

The others quickly followed, moving aside to give him the seat, now understanding that he was serious.

Reign watched as the girls moved, then casually sat down in the newly vacated seat. He made himself comfortable, settling in without a hint of emotion.

He leaned back slightly, looking out the window as if nothing had happened, ignoring the now-awkward atmosphere around him.

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The other passengers watched in surprised.

Whispers spread through the bus as they exchanged looks, unsure how to react to his apparent lack of manners.

Some shook their heads, muttering about how rude it was to steal a seat like that.

However, as they looked more closely at him, they couldn't ignore his innocent looking appearance.

Slowly, their opinions began to shift. A few passengers even started to think that maybe someone as handsome as him had a right to be a bit snobbish.

The atmosphere turned back to normal after some time.

But that peace was broken when a man's angry voice suddenly filled the air.

"Useless bitch! You can't do anything right!" The voice was loud and full of anger.

Reign glanced over and saw a man towering over a woman, his face twisted in a sneer.

He was big, with tattoos covering his arms and a thick gold chain hanging around his neck.

The woman, who looked like his girlfriend, flinched at his words, her eyes lowered.

The man's anger grew as he kept yelling, "You think you can just ignore me? Bitch! I'm paying for everything , and this is the thanks I get? You're nothing without me!" His words were harsh, like sharp blades.

The woman's shoulders slumped, fear filling her eyes as she tried to move away from him.

"Why do I even keep you around?" he shouted, his voice getting louder. "Look at you, always messing things up! You can't even do the simplest things right! No wonder everyone thinks you're a dumb bitch. You're just as useless as they say."

The other passengers around them kept their heads down, avoiding eye contact.

They clearly didn't want any trouble, especially with a man who looked like he could snap at any moment.

Then, without warning, he slapped her hard across the face.

SLAP!

The sound echoed through the bus.

Everyone shrinked back, too scared to do anything, afraid of the thug with his tattoos and gold chain.

Reign didn't care about the woman. His only concern was the noise that was driving him crazy. The man's shouting felt like nails on a chalkboard, making his clench his teeth.

"So annoying," he muttered while clicking his tongue in frustration.

The man overheard him and stomped over, glaring at Reign.

"What did you say?" he demanded, his eyebrows raised in challenge.

"Hey, I'm talking to—"

Before he could say more, the man's shouting suddenly stopped. His eyes widened in shock, and he clutched his chest, gasping for breath.

THUD!

He fell to the floor, struggling to breathe.

"Someone—please, help me!" he begged, his voice weak. He looked around, but no one moved or offered to help.

The passengers just stared.

In his final attempt, he turned to Reign, hoping he would help.

But instead, Reign was grinning at him.

The man's face showed fear and desperation as he realized no one would come to his aid.

His breathing slowed, and he lay still on the floor, his pleas fading away.

"That's what you get for annoying me," Reign whispered, leaning closer so only the man could hear.

"By the way, I'm the one responsible for all of this." He chuckled sadistically, enjoying the man's fear and pain

He felt a twisted sense of satisfaction as he observed the man's final moments.

The bus didn't stop and continued on its route, only pausing at a checkpoint.

City guards boarded the bus and noticed the dead body on the floor.

They started asking questions, and everyone gave the same answer: the man had suffered a heart attack and died.

The guards nodded quickly, satisfied with the explanation.

Next, they checked everyone's ID and then let the bus continue on its way.

As the bus started moving again, the passengers were still anxious.

Some whispered to each other and kept looking at the spot where the man had died.

The quick check by the guards didn't make them feel any better.

Reign on the other had sat calmly in his seat. He enjoyed the peace and silence.