Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

"You think you can fool me?" Aika sneered with contempt.

She was not that naive, immediately figuring his scheme.

"I'm not lying. I really do know her," Reign said with a shrug.

"Let me guess—you were sacrificed, right?"

He spoke calmly, recalling the important details from his conversations with Aiku.

Aika was stunned by his words. The events of her suffering happened long ago, and even Seki didn't know about them, as it was a secret that had been buried in history.

Still, she needed to be sure before making a decision. "What's your relationship with her ? "

'Got you,' A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he realized how effortlessly he had deceived her.

Now, all he needed to do was say the right thing to calm her down, and maybe he could avoid fighting her directly.

He wasn't afraid of her—he could always sacrifice this body if things got dangerous—but he preferred to avoid any unnecessary risk if possible.

"I'm one of her allies," he admitted.

"Allies?" she questioned, her tone full of skepticism. She observed him carefully, searching for any indication of trickery.

But he kept his composure, his face showing no sign of hesitation as he continued to stood with confidence.

"If you really are one of her allies, then you need to prove it."

Her guard was up, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her voice.

"Prove it how?"

"If you know her, then you'd know something she only knew. Tell me something she shared with you—something personal."

Reign's mind raced as he recalled his conversations with Aiku.

He had asked her plenty of questions before, but most of her memories were fragmented and incomplete, making them almost useless.

However, if he could piece together the missing details, he could craft a believable story with a high chance of success.

A sudden thought crossed his mind. He took a moment to breathe deeply and then began to sing softly, his voice smooth and melodic.

"Sleep, my child, don't you cry, mother is here, so close your eyes. Rest now, my child, justice near, In your body, they'll know fear."

The sound of his voice filled the air, causing Aika who was hidden from view, to tremble .

Her composed expression faltered for the first time. The song, a familiar lullaby, struck a deep chord.

Only someone who knew Aiku well could recognize those words.

It was a song she had sung during their captivity, a melody meant to add a touch of color to their bleak existence.

In the distance, the space began to warp. The distortion gradually cleared, revealing her true body.

Her long, dark hair fell around her shoulders, held back with pretty hairpins that shone softly in the red light.

She wore a white yukata, a traditional robe that flowed around her. She looked almost like Aiku but younger and more attractive.

Her small, blood-red lips also stood out against her pale skin, making her look both timeless and traditional.

With her delicate features and the way she dressed, she resembled a living doll.

"Y—you really know my mother?" Her voice shook, and her eyes were full of hope and longing.

She clutched the edges of her white yukata tightly, as if afraid to let go of the hope that his words might be true.

'Her mother? Wait, so that song was for her?' Reign's eyes widened in surprise, stunned by the unexpected connection.

Aiku had never mentioned having a daughter, but given her unreliable memory, that wasn't surprising.

Still, thinking it over, the song was a dead giveaway that she had been a mother when she was human.

'You've got to be kidding me,' he added, feeling as if this twist was straight out of a movie.

The revelation was like a perfectly placed continuation of a well thought foreshadowed plot.

"She never mentioned having a daughter, but you look just like her,"

"Are you really telling the truth?" she demanded, her voice trembling as red tears welled up in her eyes.

"Where is she?"

She looked both sad and happy at the same time.

If any men were here right now, they'd fall for her instantly.

Her beauty surpassed even Seki's, and her melancholic expression would make anyone want to cherish and protect her.

But Reign couldn't care less.

He paused for a moment, considering his next move.

Telling her what she wanted to hear was one thing, but he needed to stay cautious. She was still a threat, and her power level was unknown.

"If you want to find out where she is, you'll have to prove yourself first. I can't just take your word for it. You might be trying to trick me with an illusion."

"I am her daughter!" she insisted.

"Prove it," He chuckled, flipping the situation back on her.

"Prove it how?"

In her excitement, she didn't noticed that she was now playing right into his hands, asking her the same question she had asked earlier.

"Beat me. If you can make me surrender, then I'll tell you where your mother is. If you're really her daughter, you must be strong,— "

Before he could finish his sentence, a shadow erupted from beneath him, bursting through the ground and reaching for him.

He managed to leap away just in time. But the attack didn't stop there—more shadow tendrils burst out in hundreds, each one aiming to quickly subdue him.

But he wasn't worried at all. Instead, he was smiling from ear to ear.

He had set this up intentionally to gauge just how strong she really was without the danger of him dying.

Reign dodged each shadow that tried to ensnare him, making it look easy at first.

But as he continued to evade, he noticed the shadows were multiplying and moving faster.

The more he dodged, the more shadows appeared, forming an ever-tightening web.

He knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be caught.

"Not bad," he called out, "But is that all you've got?"