Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World
Chapter 644 - 644: Busy Life Part 1

The screen flickered, casting the top academy's red and gold logo across the living room wall.

Cheers roared from the crowd on TV—students in gym uniforms sending energy blasts flying and moving faster than the eye could follow.

Some zipped across the arena in blurs, others crashed through stone walls like missiles with fists.

Commentators struggled to keep up. One shouted as a girl in a sleek silver suit slammed her fist into the floor, sending a flash of golden light through the shattered ground.

Cameras zoomed in on her confident smile before she vanished in a burst of speed. Another explosion lit the arena.

In a small apartment, a boy sat in the dark, eyes fixed on the screen's glow.

He had a thin build and dark green hair that stayed messy no matter how often he tried to comb it.

Watching videos like this was part of his daily routine.

Heroes. Legends. Kids his age lifting trains and flying through clouds.

The Academy was the dream—only the best were chosen. Or, at the very least, those with powers.

Unfortunately, he was one of the few who never awakened any powers—a reject.

The news anchor's voice cut through the excitement. "—and while the Exhibition continues, civilians must avoid—"

He turned off the TV, grabbed his backpack, and walked out the door.

The streets twisted and turned like a maze. Towering billboards displayed the city's heroes.

At the very top was the image of a man in a blue cape, his smile wide and full of confidence—the kind that made people believe everything would be okay.

He paused beneath his billboard.

"One day," he mumbled.

Even without powers, he dreamed of becoming a hero. He believed determination could carve a path forward.

As he continued walking, a rude voice snapped from behind. "Hey, trash. Still dreaming about being a hero?"

Three boys blocked the alley behind him, led by the tallest with a sneer.

His bully stood with broad shoulders and spiky hair, hands flickering with small sparks of flame. His power hadn't matured, but it was enough to show off.

The boy didn't stop. Just kept walking.

"Hey, I'm talking to you—"

Screams shattered the peace.

Out of nowhere, a shadow blocked the sun. A huge object dropped from above.

BOOOM!

The street cracked under its landing. A towering figure stood there—dark-skinned with a birdlike face, more beast than man.

People ran.

The creature didn't care. Its arm reached out and snatched the bully by the leg.

His friends fled, abandoning him to whatever fate awaited.

The boy could've done the same. Just leave. No one would blame him.

But something locked his feet in place. He clenched his jaw, then his fists.

Heroes don't run away.

He spotted a bent metal pole lodged in the wreckage. Hands shaking, he grabbed it and ran forward.

"AHHHHHH!" He yelled as his pole struck the monster's arm.

Then again. And again. It barely felt the hits. But he didn't stop. Not even when his arms burned from the effort.

The bully, still struggling, shouted from above, "Run! Just leave, idiot!"

But he stayed.

His eyes locked onto the monster—full of fear, but driven by an even stronger will to save lives.

"I WILL BE A HERO!" the boy shouted with everything he had.

The creature turned to face him. It raised its arm to crush him.

Then—

A blur dropped from the sky and caught the blow with one hand.

The ground shook.

A figure stood between the boy and death. Red suit. Blue cape. Same wide smile as the billboard.

The strongest hero alive.

"Kid," the man said, "you've got the heart for it. Leave this to me."

He clenched his fist. Wind howled from the motion.

BOOOOOOOM!

The attack ripped through the monsters and nearby buildings.

Slowly, the hero turned, exuding power and control.

"Amazing..." The boy fell to his knees in shock and awe, barely able to breathe.

So this was what it felt like to see the number one hero.

His presence alone made people breathe easier. With him around, no monster or villain could touch them.

But there was no time to celebrate.

"Another one, huh?" he bent his leg and leapt to meet the next monster.

Everyone watching cheered as he flew into the sky, certain it would be another easy win.

BOOOOOM!

The sound was like a mountain crumbling. Glass shattered across the district from the shockwaves.

When the smoke cleared…

The world's strongest hero lay on the ground. Beneath him was the corpse of the boy that got crushed to death.

Just like that, the boy died without ever realizing his dream.

Maybe if he had lived, he could have become someone powerful.

But in the end, it was only a question of what might have been.

Reign looked down from above. "What are you doing? Don't tell me that's all you've got?"

He came to this city because he sensed someone powerful—but that exchanged only left him disappointed.

'Too weak,'

What he needed now was a strong opponent—someone who could fuel his growth. Not some man in a spandex costume who could barely throw a punch.

CRACK!

The top hero rose to his feet. His cape dragged behind him, soaked in blood and streaked with brain matter.

He looked back. What was left of the boy barely resembled a human.

There were even the boy's eyeballs—ripped from their sockets, resting in the dirt.

"You will pay for this." he clenched his fist, muscles tightening as hot air hissed from his body.

Reign scoffed. "I'm waiting. Come at me with your best shot."

SWOOOOOSH!

Another clash erupted. The hero moved faster this time, his strikes hitting harder.

Reign met each blow with equal force, neither party backing down.

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

Sparks flew as their fists collided midair.

Neither showed any sign of slowing. The fight had just begun—and it was already fierce.

Below, the streets split open. Screams echoed as debris rained down and bodies vanished in the dust.

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