Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

After 30 minutes, the taxi finally reached the Veiled Nights Bar.

As usual, it stood out in the middle of a rundown surroundings, making no effort to blend in.

Just what he expected for an organization backed by the government.

The neon sign above the entrance flickered softly, casting a glow onto the dimly lit street.

The sound of muffled music and laughter drifted out from within, mingling with the scent of smoke and stale alcohol in the air.

"That would 750 credits sir," The taxi driver spoked .

Reign scanned the code and paid through his phone, now having access to his credits.

The moment he connected to the city network, all his money were back in circulation and ready to be used, which was very convenient .

"20,000 credits ?"The driver exclaimed seeing he got way more

"Don't worry , money is just a piece of paper," Reign chuckled.

"Thank you, sir, you're really kind. I hope more people like you exist in this world, " the driver bowed in appreciation.

"That would be a very bad wish. By the way, if I were you, I'd spend all your money right away. No need to save it for the future," Reign said after exiting the taxi.

The driver was confused and didn't understand his words.

But after driving for a few minutes, he felt an unexpected urge to visit a cabaret. It was as if an instinct to enjoy life had suddenly kicked in.

"I don't recognize your face. What's your business here?" one of the security guards asked, his tone intimidating.

"I'm here to talk to someone," Reign replied, pulling out casually his Gold Rank identification card .

The security guard was initially taken aback by the gleaming gold card, but he quickly composed himself and inspected it carefully.

He scanned the codestrip to confirm its authenticity, ensuring everything was in order.

Next, he asked Reign to show his phone to double-check the mobile application.

The phone's app only worked with the owner's password and the special keys given to account users to open it, making it difficult for others to gain access

Additionally, seeing that Reign was a Gold Rank, it was evident that he was a powerful individual.

Attempting to steal the card from someone of his caliber would be challenging and not worth it if they were just trying to get inside the base.

After seeing the message instructing him to update the app, they finally let him through.

Reign walked into the bar, noting the interior's striking resemblance to the one in Summit City, but with its own unique touches of creativity.

Elegant chandeliers cast a soft, ambient glow over plush seating arrangements, while a polished wooden bar gleamed under the light, attended by a bartender who talked to the customers while serving drinks.

As he made his way towards the elevator, he couldn't help but notice several women and call girls glancing his way.

They eyed him with interest, their gazes lingering on his confident steps and the air of authority that surrounded him.

One particularly bold woman, dressed in a sleek black dress, gave him a sultry smile, trying to catch his attention. But Reign just completely ignored her.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and he stepped inside, pressing the button for the lower levels.

As it descended, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, preparing himself for the interactions ahead.

When the doors opened again, he stepped out into the Veiled Nights Base.

The air hummed with activity, emphasized by the soft murmur of conversations .

The spacious layout of the base stretched out before him, with various sections bustling with members who look like they were going to rob a store or something .

Bright, well-lit corridors branched off in different directions, each leading to specialized areas dedicated to various functions and activities.

Directly in front of the elevator stood the clerk's window, a central hub where members could conduct transactions, request assistance, or gather information.

It served as a focal point within the base, providing a convenient and accessible point of contact for anyone in need.

Behind the counter, a clerk busied herself with paperwork, occasionally glancing up to assist those who approached.

As he walked towards the window, he noticed a few more curious glances from those around him.

His presence commanded attention, a mix of curiosity evident in their expressions.

The base was filled with a variety of individuals, from seasoned criminals to fresh recruits, all contributing to the intricate operations of the organization.

"How can I assist you today?" the clerk asked as Reign approached, her tone professional and welcoming.

"I need to speak with the person in charge," Reign replied, his voice calm.

"Sir, you need to identify yourself first," the clerk stated, maintaining a respectful demeanor.

Reign nodded and took out his Gold Rank identification card again.

The clerk took the card and scanned it, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized the significance of the rank.

She quickly composed herself and handed the card back to Reign.

"Thank you, Mr. Rain," she said, her tone now more deferential. "Please follow me."

The clerk's actions caught everyone's attention, and they became curious about the identity of the person who had just come in.

As he followed the clerk through the corridors, he could feel the weight of their gazes.

Whispers spread like wildfire, speculations about who he was and why he commanded such respect.

A few women exchanged glances, their eyes lingering on him, intrigued by his presence and the aura of mysteriousness he exuded.

It was in their nature to flock to those they deemed as fine specimens, and without knowing that he was a scary monster, they all found him very attractive.

"He must be someone important," one of them murmured to her friend, her eyes never leaving Reign as he walked by.

"He has to be. Did you see the way the clerk treated him?" her friend replied, equally captivated.

"No shit, I've only seen a few people get their own clerk to personally assist them."

"I think he's loaded and rich."

Gossip started circulating as everyone speculated about Reign's origin and status.

Some imagined him as a powerful member that hundreds of kill count under his name, while others speculated about his connections to the highest echelons of society.

In the end, each person had their own version of Reign's background story, adding to the mystery surrounding him.

Reign, aware of the attention but did not give a shit, continued to follow the clerk until they reached a large, reinforced door.

After a brief exchange, he found himself in Director Delon office.

Delon was a 58-year-old man with brown hair and blue eyes that, unlike Byron, looked pretty normal.

He didn't have a bulky body, but his demeanor showed that he was pretty smart as he observed Reign from top to bottom.

"You're set to be promoted right ? Why did you stop by in our city instead of directly going to Green Valley?" Delon asked.

Reign was puzzled. He had believed that internet connections between cities were blocked. How, then, did they get his information?

Little did he know that every week, a huge chunk of data was being transported manually in each city.

That's why this branch had his information ready.

"I have my reasons," Reign replied.

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