Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

He waited patiently as the military personnel brought in another batch of corpses, filling the storage room again.

They maneuvered the forklift, treating the bodies like mere pieces of meat, loading and unloading to the storage room.

He watched them carefully, ensuring they followed his instructions.

Once the room was filled to capacity, he dismissed them with a nod.

As soon as the last soldier exited and the door slid shut, Reign wasted no time in locking it from the inside.

Satisfied that it was secured, he turned his attention back to the rows of corpses laid out before him.

He took off his clothing again, allowing his sharp, metallic limbs to extend from his back.

They glinted menacingly in the light.

'Time for round 2,' he muttered, a sinister and creepy smile playing on his lips as he began feasting on the dead corpses.

Midway through the process, Reign's attention was drawn to the familiar sound of a notification.

[Level Up + 1]

It took him that much corpses to level up, showing just how greedy the system was by increasing the level cap too much.

However, he did not care because right now, he had an endless supply that would only continue to increase exponentially .

He felt good that he had waited this long and was now reaping all the benefits.

With this motivation, he repeated the process of devouring and refilling the storage room.

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'This is the life,' he chuckled to himself, relishing the rapid increase in his power.

There wasn't even a hint of remorse in his mind for all the people and families who had died and would die for the sake of his own benefits.

For him, humans were just there to feed his EXP bar.

From the very beginning, since he transmigrated into this world, he never considered them worth pitying, and his mind would never change.

He was a monster, not bound by those morals.

<Crestwood City>

As panic spread through the city like wildfire, frightened residents abandoned their homes, ignoring safety protocols, and ran to the hospitals for treatment.

When humans feel they are dying, their survival instinct kicks in and overrides the need to follow useless rules.

What law? What order?

Those things could go to hell.

Right now, they all clung to the hope that the doctors could help them.

However—

The hospitals, overwhelmed, had to close because all their rooms were filled.

Some of the nurses and doctors were also afflicted by the virus.

They managed to slow down the effects using current antigens and immune system boosters, but these measures could only sustain them for a few days at most.

Military units quickly arrived, blocking streets and stopping people from getting closer.

But even they grew edgy as they faced a growing number of desperate citizens shouting and pleading for treatment.

The chaos and cries for help added to the already tense atmosphere, making the soldiers' task even more daunting.

Inside the hospital, the air was filled with urgency as nurses moved quickly between patients, their faces filled with exhaustion .

In one VIP room, a group of nurses attended to a female patient, feverish, having a hard time to breath and trembling.

They exchanged worried glances as they administered basic medication, their hands gentle but urgent.

"Why are you using the normal medicines ? We need to save her, this girl is the daughter of one of the richest family in the city !" A young looking doctor screamed in frustration as he began checking the girls vitals.

"But doctor, we don't have enough boosters left for everyone, we already given her a dose!" one of the nurses replied.

"Give her more!" he barked out.

"But.."

"Just shut up and do what I say!" he scolded her.

Meanwhile, in the emergency room, doctors worked tirelessly to stabilize another critically injured VIP patient.

The sound of medical equipment beeped as they placed him on a ventilator to sustain his breathing.

In another area, a team of medical professionals huddled around to talk about the current situation.

Dr. Carter, a seasoned pulmonologist, spoke first.

"Given the nature of the virus affecting the patient's lungs, our priority should be to support their respiratory function. We need to start them on oxygen therapy immediately and closely monitor their oxygen saturation levels."

"But what about antiviral medication? If we can target the virus directly, we might be able to stop its progression and prevent further damage to the lungs." Another doctor spoke.

Dr. Stan, the head of the department, listened carefully to both arguments before weighing in.

"I agree with Dr. Carter that respiratory support is important at this stage. However, we can't ignore the benefits of antiviral therapy. Let's initiate oxygen therapy while we await the results of the viral tests. "

The doctors nodded, but before they could begin their plan, another doctor entered the room.

It was the same Doctor who had scolded the nurse earlier.

"Doctor Stan, our immune system booster shot stocks won't be enough to last us. I think we should stop injecting them into ordinary citizens," he explained.

Doctor Stan's expression softened as he considered their options.

"But how can we make that call?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Every person in need deserves help. How do we choose who gets it and who doesn't? What if we turn away someone who could have been saved?" He shook his head, conflicted and troubled by the weight of the decision.

"If we become indecisive, we'll all die here anyway. It's better to focus on the important people and ignore the rest. Even the military is withholding their supply. We can't save everyone! This is no time to be morally correct," the young doctor protested, his voice filled with urgency and frustration.

"I agree with him. I think we should keep the remaining booster for ourselves," Doctor Carter nodded in agreement.

This virus was not something that could be easily cured with their current resources .

"I heard from one of the research papers that Tier 2 cities have some miracle medicine that could kill any type of virus. If we hold out, we can wait for a high-tier city to come and rescue us." Doctor Carter added.

"That's right, we should think first of ourselves and our families," the young doctor spoke, using Dr. Stan's soft spot to drive his point. "Doctor Stan, you have a granddaughter in the hospital right now. Do you want her to die because we have a shortage in supply?"

When Dr. Stan heard him, his face turned pale.

His granddaughter was now in a much better condition than others because she received the best treatment, but that would change once the supply dried up.

The thought of his young granddaughter weighed heavily on his heart.

"Alright, give orders to stop giving booster shots to ordinary citizens," he conceded, his tone weighted with the burden of the decision.

"And for the corpses , just give them to the military so they can be transferred out of here," he added, his voice tinged with resignation. "Our hospital can't contain that many people"

"I'll handle it, Dr. Stan," the young doctor replied confidently.

He was relieved to have convinced the head director.

Now, he could monopolize the booster shots to only be given to people he deemed important.