Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Reign resumed his journey, his Undead Eyes peering through the darkness and guiding him through it .

Well, not like he needed to see anyway, considering that it was just a straight line.

Regardless, the tunnel still looked endless, stretching into the abyss with no end in sight.

For a normal person, this place would be disorienting and suffocating.

But for him, it made no difference as he zoomed through it, sparks of crimson lightning covering his body as he became more accustomed to using it.

This technique was Arc's specialty, further improved by Reign's unique physiqued.

Unlike humans, he did not have skin or a lot of liquid in his body, so he could use this skill without fearing a backlash.

He moved really fast, but not at his maximum speed, saving some of his energy for potential threats and the long path ahead.

With his pacing, he saw a corner in the distance within 30 minutes.

He recalled it vividly from the map as the first corner before the entrance to the main railways, where all the armored trains passed through.

Now, with a simple turn to the right, he could continue his journey until he reached Crestwood City.

However—

'Wait….' he stopped in his track, as he sensed something odd.

He could smell humans.

So he extinguished all his flashy lights and merged with the darkness, blending seamlessly into the shadows.

Next, he honed his focus on his eyes, forcing the red orb to dim until it vanished entirely.

With his evolution, he had gained better control over his body's functions.

Though his red glowing eyes were cool, they were a dead giveaway in such a dark place.

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Slowly, he peered around the corner, keeping a watchful eye on the situation ahead.

The tunnel in front of him had widened, revealing a number of military equipment scattered about.

The guards wore imposing advanced exoskeletons adorned with black and metallic patterns. He recognized this suit as the same one that the Scorpion Mercenaries were using, maybe even more advanced.

Behind them was an armored train, a huge presence in the dimly lit tunnel.

It was not the normal war train.

Aside from being fully armored, it boasted an array of sleek, futuristic design elements.

Along its hard frame were mounted an assortment of weapons, from menacing cannons , Tactical Gatling Guns to sleek missile launchers.

The windows were anything but ordinary; they were likely reinforced with advanced materials, capable of withstanding even the most intense assaults.

This was no ordinary machine; it was a result of advance engineering, designed to dominate the battlefield with raw firepower and durability.

'What is this thing doing here?' he mused, his gaze intensifying as he scrutinized the surroundings.

Then, suddenly, he realized that something was off. Behind the train, there were no more tunnels. Instead, there was only walls.

'That's weird,' he muttered, scratching his head.

'I'm pretty sure the map says there's a merging tunnel here.' He pondered for a moment, then double-checked the map.

No matter how much he flipped it upside down, he discovered that it was not accurate at all.

'This map is fake,' Reign sighed.

'Maybe they put this fake map as a decoy?' he pondered.

He wasn't angry; he was impressed. It was a clever tactic.

Hiding something would be more troublesome, so providing fake information was a smart move.

As for why they did it, maybe some incident occurred before that prompted them to think of countermeasures to avoid leaking the real map of the railways.

'This is good news,' he thought, a big grin appearing on his face as he contemplated ways to sneak in.

He didn't know how to operate the train or the procedures and protocols on handling it, so it was better not to attack and just hide inside.

'But what are they doing in this place?' he pondered, turning his view to another area where they were loading something.

It was sealed in a metal container, and whatever it was, it must be very important judging by the amount of security in place.

'I need to get closer,' He looked up and saw that the ceiling was much higher .

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Gradually, his body became much smaller again.

This was the same technique he used in Cyril's family mansion to decrease his visibility and walk on the ceiling without attracting much attention.

He first checked his hands, making sure they were ready for the task.

With his bone control , he adjusted their grip to ensure they could securely hold onto the ceiling.

'I think this good enough, ' His fingers flexed, and he felt ready to proceed.

As he climbed the walls, his senses heightened, scanning for any sign of detection.

Seeing that the area was secure, he began crawling upside down, his body adapting effortlessly to the inverted position.

The metal container, guarded by layers of security, drew closer with each of his movements.

But none of the oblivious military personnel were aware that above them, a monster was observing their every move.

'What is that smell?' Reign grumbled inwardly.

He was pretty much immune to any type of smell, but the one inside the containers made him sick.

It was really weird, considering that not even the decaying smells of countless rats were enough to make him flinch.

What was even weirder was that the humans did not seem to mind it at all.

His curiosity grew, but he reminded himself that digging deeper into the containers' contents wasn't his priority.

He had come here because his plan was to enter the train undetected .

Reign's focus locked in as he surveyed the area, his eyes scanning for the perfect opportunity to infiltrate one of the containers.

He observed the movements of the guards, carefully noting their patterns and vulnerabilities.

Slowly but surely, he maneuvered down to an area where he could crouch, hidden from view.

With patience, he waited for the perfect moment to make his move.

While he hid in the shadows, he noticed a brief lapse in the guards' attention.

It was his chance !

With silent steps, he darted across the space between containers, his movements smooth and quick.

'This thing is good,' he muttered to himself, relieved to feel a vacant space inside the container as he touched it.

'Now let's see if it has any type of security features,' he wondered as his hand trailed off.

Finding none, he searched for a way to open it without creating too much chaos.

It was a good thing he could reform his bones, so with the normal lock in place he was able to bend and recreate a spare key.

CLICK!

As the container opened, he wasted no time getting inside.

Next, he quickly searched for a place where he could hide safely, knowing that time was of the essence.

"Hey, this place still has plenty of space. Put those things in here," an armed man directed, pointing toward the container to the people responsible for hauling it.

Following the order, they began to enter the space to assess its capacity. Get hooked on mvl _emp _yr novels.

"What's this?" one of the haulers pondered aloud, reaching out to touch what appeared to be a large black-red egg-shaped object within the container.

"Maybe that's one of those rich guys' collections? You know how art goes for the wealthy, right?" another hauler chimed in, sarcasm dripping from his voice as they examined the peculiar object.