Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Chapter 100: Household Problems Part 1

When Cyril's father heard Reign's words, a cold sensation crept over his forehead.

Just how much had this powerful demon been offered to make it so confident?

In the type of his business he was in , he had done a lot of dirty deeds , in order to reach his current wealth and status. The number of people who wants him dead could not be counted by one hand.

But none of them were capable of hiring a High Rank Demon.

For one, High Rank Demons normally don't work with humans.

They don't even care about money that much, and according to rumors, they would only work if it was for their own benefit.

Even the Veiled Nights, rumored to accept demons, were just doing this because of formalities. Most of the demons they hired were mostly Middle Rank, who could barely speak.

And it was exceedingly rare to find one in Tier 4 and Tier 3 Cities. In fact, there were almost none to be found.

"M— Maybe we can talk this out. I'm sure I can offer something better," he began to negotiate, his willpower surprisingly strong as he endured the oppressive Death Aura, though it helped that Reign wasn't actually using the full power of his skill.

"No, I'm pretty sure you won't be able to," Reign shook his head, reclining in his seat with a glass of wine in hand and even propping his feet up on the table as if he owned the place.

It wasn't his usual style, but he couldn't shake the feeling of annoyance that welled up inside him at the sight of this family.

There was something about them that sparked a desire within him to inflict suffering, a sensation different to Reign's usual method of quickly killing his prey.

In the past, he would have just killed them and been done with it.

After recalling what they did to Cyril and how they treated her like an object, he found himself harboring a subconscious dislike for them.

But unaware that he was growing angry on her behalf, Reign reasoned that he perhaps disliked them because they treated Cyril as an object—a treatment he himself had experienced before he transmigrated.

And not out of concern for her.

'That's right, this is just me remembering my traumatic experience,' Reign mumbled to himself, attempting to find an explanation for his unusual actions.

"Then at least tell me who did this, who wants us dead?" Cyril's father asked, realizing there was no use talking to this demon to spare him.

If they were only targeting him, he would at least negotiate to spare his other family members.

His family lineage boasted a long line of businessmen, and he had dedicated himself fully to the success of their corporation.

It had become so paramount in his life that it surpassed even his own well-being. He was willing to sacrifice everything, even his own life, as long as he knew that one of his sons would be able to inherit and carry on his legacy.

Reign pondered for a moment. It would be too boring if they just died without knowing who was responsible for all of this.

Seeing their shock expressions after learning the truth would add a satisfying twist to the situation.

"The one who wants you dead is..." Reign paused , letting the weight of his words hang heavily in the air.

As everyone held their breath, anticipation gripped their hearts.

In a moment when death was just around the corner, they were consumed by the burning desire to uncover the identity of the individual sick enough to wish for their assassination.

Sensing the tension in the room, Reign deliberately lowered the effect of his Death Aura, allowing them have some breather .

Glancing around the room, he noticed that many were out of breath, while others glanced his way only to recoil at the sight of his monstrous form.

His presence alone was enough to instill fear, even without the added effect of the Death Aura.

"It's your precious daughter, Cyril," Reign declared with a sinister laugh, exaggerating his grin to make them feel more insulted.

As his words registered in the minds of everyone present, a myriad of emotions washed over them.

Some faces twisted in shock, mouths agape as they struggled to comprehend the revelation.

Others furrowed their brows in anger, their fists clenched tightly at their sides.

In their hearts, they began to curse her for being so petty as to send a demon to kill them all just because they arranged a marriage for her.

Their narcissism blinded them to any other explanation.

They conveniently overlooked the countless times they made her feel like she didn't belong, the instances when some of them attempted to harm and violate her, and the times she was mistreated by her own sisters and brothers.

Dozens upon dozens of reasons, all forgotten in their self-absorption.

'These people…' Reign felt disgusted.

They resembled the doctors who had mistreated and experimented on him. Self-absorbed and quick to forget their sins, they cared only for themselves.

Just imagining Cyril living with these narcissists made him feel she was quite naive for not killing them sooner.

There was no need to feel guilty about eliminating trash like them.

But one person was thinking differently at that moment: Cyril's father.

If he had a sin, it was neglecting her and merely providing material support. He had never considered checking on her mental health.

"N— No, why would she?" Cyril's father was the first to speak, his face flushed red with frustration .

The realization that his own daughter had caused all this chaos left him boiling with anger.

He had given her a good life—money, education, everything.

Even if his motives were selfish, intending to use her for a political marriage, it didn't alter the fact that he had provided her with substantial support.

This wasn't like those drama where the female lead suffered became a servant.

He had even bought her an apartment in a pricey building.

So why would she resort to all of this?

The least she could do was to comply with his request and marry herself off.

"That ungrateful bitch!" Cyril's stepmother pushed herself to speak, her voice trembling with frustration.

She had harbored resentment towards that illegitimate child from the very beginning, as it reminded her of the time her husband cheated on her.

She repeatedly urged him to get rid of the child, but he insisted on keeping her because of her beauty.

This further angered her, as it seemed he was implying that Cyril's mother's genetics were superior to her own.

Now, the revelation that Cyril was behind all of this only fueled her desire to see her dead.

"I will kill ..." she gritted her teeth , but before she could finish her words, Reign appeared in front of her in a flash, his hand clasping her head and lifting her body upward.

"Hey, it's not nice to badmouth my employer," Reign's voice turned cold as ice. "Tell me, do you really want to die that soon?"

"N— No..." She mumbled and shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt a cold and hard palm slowly crushing her temples .