Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

'Damn, why does the transformation have to hurt so much?' Reign cursed inwardly

It wasn't just the physical pain that tormented him; it felt as if his very soul was being churned in a pit of magma.

Each moment stretched agonizingly, making him wonder how long this unbearable sensation would last.

Finally, some changes began to stir the moment he completely melted into a pool of magma. At this point, only his soul and cores remained intact

From his melted form, a small shape began to emerge.

First, his head reformed—a skull emerging from the molten mess. Sharp, jagged edges surrounded his eyes, giving them a hollow, menacing look.

As the molten metal cooled and solidified, his other features took shape.

Raw-boned cheekbones and a sharp jawline diverged from the human norm. His chin, elongated and forming like a reverse pyramid with a curl at the end, added to his demonic appearance.

With the transformation progressing, the rough, unfinished surface of his face smoothed out, revealing a silver-colored head with two prominent horns curling upward like a devil's crown.

Thick at the base and sharp points at the tip, the horns added to his imposing presence.

Anyone who saw this head would run for their life , this form put the word "FEAR" in "FEAR "

Next, his neck materialized.

The cervical vertebrae emerged one by one from the molten pool, pushing his head up as the transformation continued downward.

Each vertebra had defined ridges and joints, resembling interlocking bones. Then , a layer of red-hot metal enveloped them like protective chainmail.

The torso took shape next, with broad shoulders extending outward from his neck. At the top of each shoulder, sharp edges protruded like cones, curving slightly to resemble horns.

His hands took shape next, fingers solidifying into distinct, flexible parts.

The abdomen developed with well-defined metal abs, each texture sculpted from molten metal, followed by a strong, supportive waist.

Continuing downward, his legs formed, each thigh and calf taking form with strength.

His feet built was sturdy and grounded.

When his entire metallic body base was finally completed, he stood as a tall 6"5 foot tall humanoid figure gleaming like he was made of aluminum foil.

Every contour and bone reflected a polished sheen.

Just when he thought the transformation was over, something stirred behind him.

From his back, wings began to emerge alongside a long, sharp tail. The tail had edges resembling fish fins from base to tip.

The once jelly-like texture of his wings transformed into a delicate, translucent material, flexible yet maintaining structure.

Lightning crackled through them with an ethereal glow while the talons in his wings resembled thick, razor-sharp blades rather than bones.

As the pure lightning energy stabilized in his wings, another transformation began from his chest.

A jet-black color spread outward from his three cores, enveloping his entire body in deep obsidian.

However, certain parts took on a dark crimson red shade—his hands, fingers, elbows, knees, feet, shoulder blades, forehead horns, and wing linings.

The combination of jet black and dark red enhanced his appearance, giving it a more refined and uniqued aesthetic.

When he flexed his fingers, the dark red joints glowed like neon lights, while a crimson aura leaked from his body, completing his devilish appearance.

"Is this the true form of the Overlord?" Reign mused aloud.

His voice had transformed into a deep growling tone, reminiscent of death metal rockers screaming on stage.

"What's wrong with my voice? Why is it too deep?" he exclaimed, surprised.

While it suited his intimidating presence, passing as human might be an issue.

He'd have to dress like a metal rocker to explain his voice .

Wearing black leather pants, studded belts, and a sleeveless leather vest adorned with metal spikes, heavy boots laced to the calf, and accessories like fingerless gloves with metal studs and chains would complete the look.

Frustrated by the hassle, he decided to check if there was a way to change his voice back or perhaps gain control over it.

Fortunately, he managed to revert his voice back to normal, which was a relief.

He had no qualms about the attire because he embodied the whole genre itself. It was not just his style.

In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if they started worshiping him, especially if he started breathing fire and screaming "DEATH," "KILL," "DEVOUR" in a long deep growl.

"Is the transformation complete?" he wondered aloud, waiting to see if there would be further changes.

After a while, assured that the transformations had stopped, he scrutinized his new body with careful attention.

'It's harder but more flexible at the same time,' he pondered, noting how easily he could reshape his hands into a sword.

Testing his new body even further, he flapped his wings and was surprised by their lightness.

'Slick,'he marveled, effortlessly gaining altitude with a simple flap, confirming his observations.

Next, he tested his wings by flying around and maneuvering.

Worried that his new, delicate wings might not sustain high speeds, he was pleasantly surprised to find they adjusted well to velocity and were even more aerodynamically efficient than expected.

'Now, let's check my stats.' Reign landed and opened his status window.

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Name: Reign

Level 60

Age. : 18 (+1 year)

Race: Overlord (Legendary)

Strength :S+

Agility. :SS-

Stamina S+

Endurance : SS-

Intelligence: S+

Energy: SSS- (Legendary)

<System Skill>

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<Original Skills>

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<Bloodline Skill>

Overlord Authority : 1 -new

True Death : 1 - new

Death Embrace 1- new

<Mutation>

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"Now, this is what I call an evolution," Reign chuckled, examining his improved attributes with satisfaction.

He received free upgrades to his attributes and discovered three new skills that sounded really cool and powerful.

"System, am I close to the strength of a Demon King now?" he asked.

[System: Far from it.]

"Wow, the gap between Demon Lord and Demon King must be really wide. How strong is a Demon King compared to a peak Demon Lord?"

[System: An average Demon King is equal to 12 average Peak Demon Lords.]

"That much?" he exclaimed. But after thinking it over, he realized this was to be expected.

Demon Kings were akin to walking weapons of mass destruction, so their energy reserve had to be on a different level.

"And where do I stand?"

[System: An average Demon King is equal to 5 of you in terms of Energy.]

Reign paused, absorbing the information.

'Five might sound way better than twelve, but it still means a Demon King could one-shot me,' he mused, realizing the huge gap in strength.

Just imagining his own power multiplied by four, Reign couldn't help but feel a tinge of fear at the potential destruction a demon king could caused.

The fact that an average Demon King was already that strong spoke volumes about their overwhelming power.

He made a mental note to avoid facing a Demon King, even the weakest one, until he reached the same rank.

This gap in power couldn't be bridged just by having a legendary race.

"It's alright. With my current rate, I could catch up to them in no time. Speaking of time, how many days was I stuck here?" Reign inquired. .

[System: 42 days.]

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