Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

This dog loved being bathed by her and wouldn\'t let males touch him.

\'I\'m totally not doing this because I hate you,\' With a deep breath, he took aim, focusing on the moment he would need to fire.

However—

Wick suddenly stopped moving and looked at George intently.

\'Can he recognize me? Could it be that he remembers our good time together?\' he thought to himself, noticing that Wick didn\'t looked aggressive anymore.

In fact, it started brushing its head against the cage, as if wanting to be petted.

"Oh my god, I can\'t believe it, he remembered us!" Melissa exclaimed, her eyes almost teary. She felt proud that they were able to fix the issue without resorting to their last choice.

"Good boy... good boy," George chuckled with relief as he slowly reached to give it pat.

"RAWWWR!" Wick snapped and open his maw for a bite . George barely pulled back in time, yelping in surprise.

"Whoa! " He exclaimed, stumbling backward and nearly tripping over his own feet.

"RAWWWR!"

"RAWWWR!"

"RAWWWR!"

Wick immediately reverted to his aggressive behavior, snarling and snapping at the cage bars .

\'Shit, he almost got my hand,\' he muttered, sweating cold buckets.

The thought of his hand being torn off flashed through his mind, sending a chill down his spine.

"It\'s no use… " he sighed and took aim. " You forced me ,"

He squeezed the trigger, the dart launching from the gun with a soft hiss.

It hit its mark, embedding itself into the skin.

George monitored Wick closely, watching for any signs of the tranquilizer taking effect.

\'Please let this work,\' he whispered, hoping the drug would do its job without any more surprises.

Wick\'s movements gradually slowed, his growls diminishing into low, pained whimpers, until he collapsed .

With him sedated and the situation under control, George secured the tranquilizer gun back into the briefcase, ensuring it was safely stowed away.

"What happens when he wakes up? We can\'t just keep shooting him," Melissa said, standing side by side with him as they watched the cage.

"Let\'s move him to the basement and then buy a bigger, stronger cage. Also, those soundproof pads," He responded, thinking of ways to hide Wick\'s condition from the public.

If anyone discovered they were hiding a demonized dog, a whole hunter team would come and for the kill.

When that happened, forget about saving Anna. Reign would be so pissed off that he would One hundred percent kill both him and Melissa.

After that, this city would be done for. No amount of talking could ever hope to sway someone as ruthless and closed minded as Reign if his dog died.

"You\'re right. It\'s already morning. I\'ll pick up all those things at the Department Store," she replied, wasting no time.

Quickly preparing her black Sedan, she drove off towards the commercial area.

Along the way, she thought hard about whether all this waiting was worth it.

She was grateful to Reign for the ticket that allowed her to escape Summit City before it was run over by corrupted , but now she wondered if she could have a fresh start in life.

This place was huge and full of opportunity, and if she put in the effort, she could restart her life in the Veiled Nights as a broker.

\'No…. if I just quit, he will hunt me down for betraying him,\' she sighed, fully aware of Reign\'s unconventional personality.

Even if he didn\'t kill her, if he decided to go on a rampage, she could still die from collateral damage.

There was a saying: if you don\'t want to be killed by a storm, stay behind it.

"Whoa, nice truck," she commented as she passed a house with a black armored truck sporting six wheels. She was also a fan of pick up trucks, and honestly, if she had the money, she would buy one herself.

It looked really cool, except for the guy sitting in the back despite the heat.

\'What an idiot,\' she giggled, finding his annoyed face amusing.

Whoever came up with the prank to force that poor guy there must be pretty evil and petty.

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\'So this is the basement. It\'s bigger than I thought,\' Reign nodded in approval after deciding to check out more of the house.

Richard had informed him that this was supposed to be an underground lab, so the basement was about five floors deep and made of hard concrete.

Looking around, he saw that there was no other furniture there because the project had been abandoned after they realized it was too dangerous to turn into a drug lab.

That\'s right. So one of the reason Lilith was so rich was because she also made drugs for a living, and hers was quite popular—a product called Sin Crystal Meth with 99.5% purity.

\'Why are people in this world so fixated on drugs?\' he sighed, genuinely wandering what\'s so good about them.

\'This place would be a cool hideout though,\' he thought, continuing to stroll the place out of curiosity.

He began to feel like he could really live in this house for a long time.

When he reached the bottom floor, he found it was just an open space.

Thinking there was nothing of interest there, he climbed back upstairs.

\'Good,\' he chuckled inwardly, noting that Richard was still in the truck, not moving an inch due to his orders.

\'But this is really boring,\'he sighed as he sat on the chair directly facing the window.

\'I really want to start killing as soon as possible. How long should I wait? Where is my mask? My new identity?\' he wondered impatiently.

With those things, he would be able to move around the city more freely and perhaps find something interesting to do.

Because at this point, he was going mad from all the waiting.

It was one thing to refrain from eating humans when he was outside, surrounded by miasma and desolation, and another to be in a city teeming with millions of potential meals just walking around.

He could even see a few of them passing him in their jogging clothes.

Unfortunately, in reality, everything takes time, and his wishes couldn\'t just materialize out of nowhere. So, he had to be patient.

Suddenly, Richard stood up, his eyes fixed on the window as he tightly gripped his phone. Without hesitation, he dashed towards the window of the house.

"Master, I got the news. We found the people you\'re looking for" he reported, all smiles, finally bringing good results and hoping to increase his value.

Reign did not reply and maintained his chill demeanor. He had learned his lesson from the garage incident.

Richard hesitated, uncertain of his next moved.

Was Reign pleased with the news or indifferent?

Regardless, he pressed on, his voice steady but nerves shaking .

"We found George and Melissa, "he reported, choosing his words carefully. "Their home is only 7 km from this place."

Richard waited anxiously for the response, hoping this information would prove valuable

"Oh, good job then," Reign replied with a nonchalant tone, as if the locations of the two meant nothing to him.