Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Chapter 59: Acquaintance

"Why did you turn?" Reign asked, sensing that the truck veering onto a rough bumpy road instead of the smooth asphalt highway.

George gestured toward the bustling highway, where a checkpoint lay ahead. Patrol cars were stopping cars creating a long line of traffic.

"If you don't have a skin and an ID, it's like shouting to everyone that you're a monster." George sighed heavily, exhaustion weighing on him as he longed for a quick nap.

He had been driving nonstop, and Reign hadn't even given him a break. It was sheer willpower that had kept him going this long.

"So, where are we going?" Reign asked in a nonchalant tone. He understood George's logic, so he decided to just go along with it. .

"I know someone who can help us," he stated.

"Alright , just wake me up when we get there; the sunlight is killing me," Reign said, covering his face again with a cloth before continuing to nap.

He discovered that this skull-fiend race might not be that weak against the sun, but he still felt sleepy from time to time during day time.

Around 7:30 am in the morning, they arrived at another location: a trailer park nestled within a clearing, surrounded by towering trees.

The trailers, weathered by time and use, stood in neat rows, their metal frames glinting in the morning light.

Some were adorned with colorful curtains or potted plants, adding a touch of homeliness to the otherwise modest setting.

A faint breeze whispered through the branches, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp soil.

Despite the early hour, signs of life could be seen as smoke curled lazily from a few chimneys, indicating that some residents were already awake and starting their day.

"Is this my new hunting ground?" Reign could see that there were a lot of humans in the area. If he could kill them all, he would surely level up.

"Please don't go around killing people here. My contact lives here, and we'll need her if you want to get access to the city," George explained.

"But this place is perfect for killin," Reign spoke up, his skull face concealed by thick clothing and a shade, masking his expression. Yet, the intensity in his voice showed his eagerness to indulge in more bloodshed.

He was a monster, and the sight of so many humans triggered his primal instinct to kill—it was embedded deep within his DNA.

"Listen, there is a group we need to sign you up. After that, you can take on missions where you can target humans,"George explained.

The organization he was talking about was something he had discovered when Annabele, his wife was still with him. It was more like a mercenary group that accepted anyone that wanted some extra dough .

His plan was to sign Reign up with this organization so he could obtain identification and other resources.

"Why bother with all of that?" Reign asked, his tone tinged with annoyance. All this roundabout was making him feel frustrated.

He knew the importance of covering his tracks well.

What he couldn't grasp was why he should join an organization in the first place.

"I know what you're thinking, and you might think that you're strong, but don't underestimate the humans too much. There's a reason why we are still at the top of the world," George warned.

"Besides, this organization is well-known in the underground world, so if you carry out missions through them, you'll be seen as a criminal rather than an actual monster," George added, attempting to lay out the pros and cons of joining.

Hearing this, even Reign couldn't think of a good comeback.

The fact was, humans were still able to live peacefully despite the existence of demons.

In fact, many of them remained oblivious to the existence of demons altogether, showcasing just how much influence humans have in this world.

"Alright, I'll humor you," Reign gave in.

After parking the truck, they were immediately greeted by a group of ten individuals, all armed with rifles and shotguns.

"So this is a free country as well, huh," Reign commented.

"What do you mean?" George raised his eyebrows.

"Let me guess, the citizens have the right to own high powered guns?" Reign responded with a chuckle.

"Of course, they can. It's in the amendments to protect the welfare of the citizens against the infringement of our right to bear arms."

'I know it, this place has a lot in common with my old world,' Reign thought to himself. He could not help find it ironic that even in this new world, some laws remained the same.

"Hey, state your business here!" A man with red hair and a prickly beard spoke up, his accent noticeably different from George's fluent way of talking.

"I'm here to see Melissa. I'm an acquaintance of hers," George spoke up first, concerned that these people might rub Reign the wrong way and end up getting killed.

"Melissa?" One of them raised an eyebrow. "What do you want with her?"

"It's personal. How about you lead the way?" George pulled out a stash of cash from his pocket and handed it to the person who appeared to be the leader.

Regardless of the world, money was a universal language.

"Oh, you want to meet Miss Melissa? Sure, sure, come with me," the leader of the group said, his attitude immediately changing after accepting the money.

Now, he treated George's group like VIPs.

'Pathetic,' Reign sneered in contempt at how easily a human could be swayed by a piece of paper.

With that settled, George, Reign, and Wick were escorted towards a trailer at the far end. It was larger than the others; in fact, it looked like 12 trailers put together

As George and Reign stepped inside, they were greeted by a spacious interior that defied the modest exterior.

The combined trailers created a large open space, with various rooms branching off from a central living area.

The walls were adorned with makeshift decorations, giving the space a cozy and lived-in feel. A comfortable couch sat in the center of the room, facing a small but well-equipped kitchenette.

Natural light also streamed in through the windows, illuminating the space and giving it an inviting ambiance.

"George, long time no see," a female voice echoed from the kitchenette, and a woman with dreadlocks, dark-toned skin, and a voluptuous figure slowly walked towards them.

"Hi, Mellisa ," George force a smile , the two of them have some complicated past.

"Where's Anna?" Mellisa inquired, her eyes scanning the room. She knew all too well that George was a sucker for her daughter, and would always bring her with him.

"She's not here," George sighed heavily .

Mellisa saw this and figured out that something must had happened. She knew George would not act like this without a valid reason.

"You guys can leave now; these two are my friends," she ordered, and the people who had guided George and Reign nodded before departing.

"Take a seat," Mellisa gestured towards a long brown sofa.

"Thank you," George accepted the offer, and Reign followed suit without uttering any words.

When the trio settled in there was a moment of silence , Reign face was still hidden so there was no way that Mellisa could read him at all.

"You're not human, are you?" Mellisa directed her question to Reign.

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Authors Note;

Tomorrow (April 1st) will be my first month of MGS, so I need to follow my quota unlike before.

This means a more consistent daily upload of two chapters per day, and of course, a bonus chapter for every 200 Power Points.

Thank you.