Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Chapter 305: Breaking Through

The screeching sound of the train wheels against the track echoed through the cabin as it disengaged the brake. Anxiety spread among the passengers.

"Why did we stop?" one of them asked.

Lucas stood up, his face calm despite the tension.

He moved to the front to speak. Though he might have seemed cowardly before, now, with the confrontation near, he stepped forward with the authority of a true leader.

"A few kilometers from here is the hordes of corrupted camping outside Brentwood . We have to break through them, and this will be dangerous. So, I want you all to wear this power armor."

He gestured to the suits stacked nearby. The suits were bulky, with a metallic sheen, and had built-in oxygen tanks.

"These suits come with a back oxygen tank, just in case," he continued. "They'll protect you from the miasma and give you a fighting chance if things get rough." He added.

Next, he opened a secure compartment and revealed a cache of high-powered guns. "These are weapons designed to handle zombie type corrupted. Normally, they would be too heavy for anyone to carry, but with the support of your power armor, you should be able to manage."

The passengers exchanged nervous glances but began to don the armor and take the weapons.

Lucas and the other crew members moved among them, helping with straps and making sure everyone was properly suited up and armed.

"What's the plan?" one of the passengers asked.

Lucas took a deep breath. "We'll ram through the horde. This train is equipped with flamethrowers and missiles. Our goal is to clear a path by using these weapons to break through . Once we reach the checkpoint, we'll have support from the Brentwood military." He paused to let the information sink in.

He noticed the others still had doubtful looks, so he decided to explain more to give them hope.

"The flamethrowers will deal with any corrupted blocking our way, and the missiles will help us handle larger clusters or particularly tough ones. Keep your weapons ready and stay alert. Our job is to keep this train moving and defend against any threats."

His words seemed to boost the passengers' confidence a bit. Despite the grim situation, the detailed plan gave them a sense of control.

They adjusted their weapons and armor, preparing for the imminent confrontation.

"Remember," Lucas continued, "once we break through, we need to move quickly. The Brentwood military will take over from there, but until we reach them, it's up to us to keep this train safe."

He surveyed the crowd of passengers, his gaze steady and commanding. "So, anyone here who can fight, please raise your hands," he inquired.

Several hands went up, showing a mix of determination and apprehension.

He nodded in acknowledgment. "Good. We'll need all the help we can get. Please stay close and follow instructions. We need to ensure everyone's safety and keep the area secure."

Reign watched the scene with disinterest. He took a step back, letting Lucas and the crew handle the small details while he took a moment to assess the situation from the shadows.

'I will only move if needed,' Reign thought to himself. His job was to protect the train, and any deaths on the way would no longer be his problem.

As he observed everyone, he began gauging their individual abilities. Most of them were barely passable.

'Interesting,' he mused, looking at two mysterious individuals who were wearing their own power suits that covered most of their bodies.

The one that caught his attention was a woman, who, when he used his undead eye, revealed that she had a concentrated amount of vitality. She looked like a candle among matchsticks in his eyes.

"What's your name?" Reign asked as he walked toward her.

The woman turned around out of habit, and her companion, stepped in between them to protect her.

"We don't want any trouble," her companion spoke up, his tone firm and direct.

Reign's sharp hearing assessed their accent, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. He immediately recalled Aiku's way of speaking from before he had possessed Demi.

"Are you maybe from the East?" Reign asked, his voice just barely above a whisper.

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Nobu's expression remained guarded. "We don't see how it's any of your business," he replied bluntly .

"That's unfortunate, My father is of Eastern heritage too." Reign replied with a shrug.

He wasn't lying; his real father was really from the East, though it was in a different world entirely.

Seki's eyes lit up with excitement. She hurriedly bowed her head in a gesture of respect.

"I apologized for being rude. It's always a pleasure to meet someone with connections to the East." she said with genuine enthusiasm.

Reign raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by her reaction. "Thank you. It's not something I mention often."

"What are you doing here? The east is pretty far away," Reign asked, certain they had come for something important. His senses for treasure and opportunity tingled just hearing her voice. Well, he didn't actually have such senses, but he liked to believe he did.

"I'm sorry, but it's our business," Nobu replied warily. He didn't trust someone like him and feared Seki might be too naive and reveal their secrets.

Reign might be acting normal now, but everyone knew he was a sadistic individual..

"Okay, but if you need any help, just let me know. It's not every day I meet someone from the East." Reign cupped his hands and bowed. He had seen this on TV as a kid and wanted to see if it worked here.

Seeing Reign's gesture, Nobu and Seki did the same, drawing the attention of everyone.

But it did not last long as the train jolted back into motion, breaking the silence and redirecting everyone's attention.

"Alright everyone, get ready. The corrupted are not going to wait for us to be fully prepared. We will reach the place in ten minutes."

The passengers, now armored and armed, took their positions on their seats. The train shuddered as the engines roared louder, gaining speed. It was determined to crush anything in its path.

The first sight of the horde corrupteds sent a wave of fear through crew members manning the train.

Lucas and Reign moved to the front to get a better view of the situation through the monitor.

"Full speed!" the driver shouted, pushing the lever forward.

The train engine let out a powerful roar as it surged ahead, ramming into the horde with a tremendous force. The train plowed through the twisted figures, clearing a path.

Once the way was partially cleared, the driver flipped a switch, and the flamethrowers roared to life. Flames spewed from the front and the side, incinerating any remaining corrupted in their path.

But the chaos was far from over. The commotion had attracted more corrupted, their twisted bodies running toward the train.

Lucas signaled the crew, who began launching missiles to thin out the approaching waves.

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOM!

Explosions after explosions rocked the area, sending shockwaves through the surrounding as debris and corrupted bodies were destroyed from the impact. They spared no ammunition, firing missile after missile to clear the way.