Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

As Reign approached the tall walls of the laboratory, he moved with the stealth of a hunter. Each steps was placed with utmost care, his movements fluid and silent against the backdrop of the night.

Above him, the spotlights cast their searching beams across the perimeter, a consistent surveillance that threatened to expose him if he made a mistake.

But Reign was too smart for this type of defense mechanism.

With a mind sharpened by his innate IQ and keen observation, he memorized the patterns of the lights, finding the gaps, and, moving closer.

Timing was everything.

He waited for the moment when the spotlight swung away, leaving a brief window of opportunity.

In that fleeting moment, he darted forward, his body blending seamlessly with the darkness as he made his way closer to the wall.

Standing before the walls of the laboratory, he realized just how imposing they were.

They towered above him, taller than even the walls of the mental hospital he had encountered before.

Not only were they higher, but they also felt sturdier, built to withstand any intrusion or attack.

So now a new problem arises

It was too high to jump in his current position.

Vertical Jump and Box Jump were totally different.

In Vertical Jump, he could start running from a distance and gain momentum, meaning he could reach his maximum height with enough momentum build up.

But he was avoiding detection, so that was a big no-no.

With his current jumping power, a box jump wouldn't work either because his legs did not have enough power to jump that high without a head start.

'Let's see,' he thought to himself, measuring the right length of claw he needed to climb the wall without making too much noise.

It had to be short enough to avoid generating a clinking sound, but long enough to get stable hold on the wall.

After founding the right length, he extended his hand, revealing the gleaming, razor-sharp claws that adorned his fingertips.

Then, he dug the claws into the rough surface of the wall, finding gap in the cracks and crevices

With each upward movement, he propelled himself higher, his muscles flexing as he ascended the vertical surface.

The metal of his claws scraped against the cement wall, a sound lost amidst the night's embrace as he made steady progress to the top.

When he reached the edge, he decided to let go of one of his claws.

Then, he executed a smooth motion, swinging his body back and forth and then lifting it upward to avoid touching the vibrating wire.

Mid-air, he quickly grabbed one of the poles of the watchtower, his grip firm as he steadied himself.

With a solid hold on the watchtower pole, he paused for a moment to assess his surroundings.

From his vantage point, he could see the layout of the laboratory compound below him.

Guards patrolled the perimeter, and floodlights illuminated the area, casting long shadows across the ground.

'Wow, this looks more like a rundown military base,' he thought to himself as he surveyed the surroundings.

The level of security and the sheer number of guards indicated the lucrative nature of the drug business being conducted within the laboratory.

However, Reign paid little attention to their number advantage.

To him, the armed guards looked like walking food.

The more of them there were, the more benefits he could harvest here. Completing this mission was only secondary; his priority right now was to devour and level up.

'I'll leave the watchtower for last,' Reign thought to himself.

The watchtower only illuminated the outer perimeter, making it less of an immediate threat.

Besides, if he took it out first, the others would surely notice the sudden pause of the moving spotlights. He was pretty sure that someone was checking on the watchtowers too from time to time.

It was better to deal with the guards on the ground first, where his actions would attract less attention.

With the plan firmly set in his mind, he proceeded to descend the pole with meticulous care.

Gripping the metal tightly with his claws, he lowered himself silently.

He moved with caution, ensuring he remained out of sight of the guards patrolling the ground below.

When he reached the ground, he seamlessly blended into the darkness, moving stealthily towards a small shack-like building. It resembled a barracks or some sort of living quarters.

From outside, he noticed a mix of activity - some people were laughing and chatting, while others had already settled down to sleep for the night.

Reign's ears perked up as he overheard snippets of conversation from the people inside the barracks .

"Hey, did you hear about what happened to the drug lab located in the mine?" one voice asked.

"Yeah, I heard about it," another responded. "Some of our members went to check it out, and everyone was gone. The drugs were still there, but there was no one - not the guards, not the chemists, no one person at all. It's like they just disappeared."

Reign couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the irony of the situation.

'So that mine was one owned by this very same gang,' he mused to himself with a smirk.

To think that he had indirectly destroyed one of their labs left him with a sense of amusement. It seemed fate had a peculiar sense of humor, and Reign was more than happy to play along.

He continued to observe the barracks first. There were 20 people inside, so taking them all at once would cause too much commotion.

Fortunately, he found a gap in their defenses.

With the comfort room situated in a separate location, he decided to bide his time and lay in wait along the path leading to it.

He concealed himself in the shadows, ready to pounce on whoever was unlucky enough to leave the barracks.

His plan was simple: to reduce their numbers before launching a full-scale attack.

It was a calculated strategy, one that played to his strengths and ensured maximum efficiency in dismantling the enemy's defenses.

After a couple of minutes, three people finally emerged from the barracks, chatting casually as they walked along the path.

They were laughing and talking about lewd stuffs, and discussing how they would spend their monthly salary on poker games and hiring hookers to satisfy their desires.

Unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows, they continued their conversation until they passed an area with no lights.

Suddenly, a swift whooshing sound cut through the air.

Before they could react, their chests caved in as a hard projectile pierced through them, leaving them no time to even cry out in pain.

Their hearts were crushed, and they immediately stumbled and collapsed on the floor, dead.

Seeing his attack succeed without a hitch, Reign quickly picked up the dead bodies and brought them to a dark corner.

He then started devouring them, and when he was finished, he waited for the next set of victims.

Few more people left the barracks, and after his 10th kill, the others became suspicious.

But it was too late.

Reign was now more confident, and he entered the barracks through the window which surprise everyone.

After that, he used Claw Bullets to end everyone's lives, targeting fatal areas to ensure a quick and merciful death.

It was a one-sided massacre, a bloodbath.

'That's what you get for relaxing too much,' Reign thought to himself.

Their laid-back attitude had been a blessing in disguise.

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