Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Chapter 264: Professional Deal

"That was exhausting," Reign muttered aloud as he returned to reality, staring up at the familiar ceiling of the bedroom.

He hadn't anticipated it would take such a long time to adapt and enhance all his original skills. It highlighted how much extra knowledge could improve one's skills.

Diving into a book on mechanical engineering and machinery had elevated his combat skills by around 10-15%, even without any direct boosts to his stats.

To others, it would appear he had simply gone to sleep, unaware that he had spent the night training and refining his abilities.

He sat up in bed and glanced at the wall clock, seeing that it would soon be morning.

'She's not back yet? May be she's dead already?' he wondered momentarily, then quickly shook his head.

He was certain the entire city would be in an uproar if she had really unleashed her full power.

Reign wasn't really concerned about her. If she died, it was no longer his problem.

However, he would feel a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be able to eat her body. That missed EXP and reward would haunt him in his sleep.

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

The sudden noise jolted him from his thoughts. He turned toward the door, and replied

"It's open"

CLICK!

The door swung open, revealing Richard standing there with another person.

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It was a young woman wearing a black jacket, a bright bubble gum bubble popping between her lips.

She held a briefcase in one hand and surveyed the room with a casual, almost bored expression.

The woman raised an eyebrow, blowing another bubble before letting it pop.

"Nice place, so where is the demon that needs a make over? "

When the woman spoke so boldly, Richard almost raised his hand to slap her in the face.

'Watch your tone in front of a demon lord," he thought angrily. "Do you want us all to die? Are you really that bored with your life that you want this city to perish with you?'

However, before he could react, he noticed that Reign hadn't moved at all.

'A divergent, huh?' he thought, sensing her aura. She might be able to hide from weaker demons, but not from someone with his caliber.

"I'm that demon?" Reign replied calmly, his voice devoid of anger, so Richard saw no reason to scold the woman.

When he wasn't in eating mode, such attitudes didn't bother him.

Why would he be angry at things he saw as livestock? Being upset by her behavior was like getting angry at a rooster for crowing.

The woman glanced at him, and blew another bubble. Richard clenched his fists, still stopping himself from slapping the fuck out of her.

If she weren't one of the few professionals who could actually make ultra-realistic masks, he wouldn't have been this patient.

'Can I take a look at your real face?' she asked, moving closer.

She could immediately tell his current skin was the real deal, but it was evident he had just ripped it off from some poor guy.

Reign nodded and removed his human skin mask, revealing his true face—a polished black skull that was almost marble like.

It was already modified; his real one had horns and sharp chin and jawline so it was not fit for a mask.

The woman stopped chewing her gum for a moment, her eyes widening slightly.

"I can definitely make you a mask. Your skull is in perfect ratio," she exclaimed, showing no fear.

She was used to seeing scary things, not because she encountered a lot of demons, but because she worked as a plastic surgeon in the underground world .

Operating on numerous people had made her immune to gore, so despite finding Reign's intimidating face, she couldn't help but feel it was sculpted with a certain artistry.

"I'll start preparing the mold," her tone shifted to that of a true professional. She quickly retrieved a pair of surgical gloves from her bag.

Next, she placed her briefcase on the table and opened it with a press of a button

Inside, various materials and chemicals were neatly organized.

She began mixing the materials inside a circular container, carefully combining them until they reached the perfect consistency—thick enough to resemble wet sand.

As she worked, she glanced up at Reign.

"This clay will mold to your features," she explained, her hands moving slowly. "It'll give me the exact measurements I need to create you a new, realistic mask."

Reign just nodded and allowed her to proceed with her work. He had no interest in the process itself, only the end result mattered to him.

Richard, still standing nearby, kept a wary eye on the proceedings.

The woman pressed the clay gently against Reign's face, smoothing it out to capture every contour and angle.

Despite her casual demeanor, it was clear she was a professional when it mattered, completely absorbed in her work.

After a few moments, she carefully removed the mold and inspected it with a critical eye.

She then poured a white chemical into the mold, which would form the basis of the mask.

While waiting, she then pull up a tablet and then showed him an app that has controls in it where he could actually edit his face

"This is a face customizer. You can tweak it so I can make masks for you," she explained.

"Can I design multiple masks?" Reign asked, feeling like he was using a character creation tool in a game.

"Sure, as long as you have the money," she turned towards Richard.

"Money is not an issue. He is our very important guest and deserves only the best," Richard replied, making sure to butter up Reign for added points.

The woman smiled, knowing she would earn a huge sum from this job.

As for Reign, he had already begun designing his face in the app.

He didn't really care about Richard's words—what was money to him anyway? If she didn't make more masks, he would just rip her head off.

After much editing, he designed three masks that he believed he could use in the future.

The first mask featured his iconic white hair and youthful, smooth skin that made him appear to be 20 years old.

Second mask was similar but with a different hairstyle, styled in a brushed-off fashion.

Lastly, there was a mask that aged him to look like a 70-year-old man, with gray hair and signs of aging etched across the whole face.

The woman examined the designs and didn't question his taste; as long as she got paid, her job was to make masks, not to judge others, after all.

"Perfect," she said,. "I'll have your new mask ready soon."

"How many days?" Reign asked, curious about the time frame. .

"Days? I can finish this in 5 hours," she replied confidently.

"Then make four of each for me," he ordered.

Losing his mask had become a recurring issue, so he planned to have plenty of spares hidden in different locations, just in case something happened again.

"Alright, that's not an issue." she responded.

When she left the room, Reign called for Richard.

"Make sure she doesn't leak anything," he warned.

"Don't worry, Master. We already know what to do," Richard replied, his eyes suggesting that the woman wouldn't be able to enjoy her money for long.