Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

As Celine struggled to get back up, the man kept watching her with a cold, serious look.

"You've gotten weaker since I left you," he said calmly. "You were always too emotional for your own good."

Celine's face turned red with anger. "You think you know everything? I'm here for justice, Ryder!"

"Justice?" He shook his head. "You weren't supposed to seek revenge. I got rid of your parents because they were holding you back, making you weak. You should be thanking me—I'm the reason you're this strong now, even at your young age,"

"Fuck you!" she yelled, charging at him again, swinging her dagger with all her strength. But he was too quick, dodging her attack with ease.

Before she could react, he kicked her hard in the stomach.

She fell back, wincing in pain and glared at him, breathing hard. "You think you did me a favor? You killed them in front of me ! "

Ryder shook his head, "Controlling your emotions and mastering your skills is what matters. I trained you to be better than this."

He advanced again, his movements silent and refined.

Each step he took was precise, and every strike was perfectly timed.

Celine tried to defend herself, but her attacks were clumsy compared to his smooth, efficient motions. He easily dominated her.

Her face showed a mix of pain and embarrassment as she struggled to get back up. Her eyes were wide with frustration.

But the gap in their skills was too big, and it was painfully obvious.

Old memories flooded back.

She remembered asking him to train her after finding out she was a Divergent.

At first, their relationship as master and student was good. He had taught her a lot. But then, out of nowhere, he mercilessly killed her parents and left.

She tried to push the memories aside, but they stuck with her.

"I—I'm going to kill you..." she bit her lip in frustration, blood spilling from the small cut.

"You can try," he said, shaking his head with a cold expression. "But as long as you let your emotions control you every time, you won't grow."

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"What a great speech," Reign laughed loudly, his voice and claps breaking through the tension. "I didn't realize we were here for an acting audition."

Ryder's expression hardened as he turned his attention. "And who might you be?"

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Reign shrugged, still grinning. "I'm just tired of hearing your self-important speeches. I'm here for the action, not for your endless talking."

Ryder's eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, Reign's attention shifted back to Celine..

"You've had enough fun for one day. I'll handle this from here. Just step aside and watch how it's done," he declared with complete confidence.

Celine was taken aback by his relaxed attitude.

Despite her ex-master's impressive skills, Reign showed no sign of doubt in his own abilities. It was clear to her just how different they were, both in talent and mindset.

What she didn't realize was that it had nothing to do with mindset—Reign was just too powerful.

"Stop listening to that old guy about emotions and all that nonsense," Reign said, his tone dismissive.

"Having strong emotions doesn't make you weak. You're weak because you're just not good enough. All that talk about emotions is just for people who don't have real power."

He then looked at Ryder. "And I'll show this guy what real power looks like."

Before Ryder could respond, he heard a whooshing sound.

Instinctively, he raised his dagger to block.

CLAAAANG!

The projectile hit his dagger with surprising force, knocking him back five steps.

He looked down and saw a bent screw lying at his feet.

His opponent had just sent him flying with a single screw?

Even the the fourteen remaining divergents couldn't believe what they had just seen.

They saw no power armor on him and didn't see him throw anything with his arm. It meant that he had simply flicked his fingers to execute that strike.

"Why did you stop talking?" He glanced at Ryder, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Where's that big talk now? Or are you just good at picking on weaker opponents?"

Ryder stayed silent, focusing on his breathing as he drew another dagger.

Now wielding two blades, he prepared to intensify the fight.

"N— No," Celine's eyes widened in shock and fear.

She knew that her ex-master was ready to go all out. She could only imagine the kind of skill and power he was about to unleash.

"Run away…!" she warned, but before she could finish, Ryder was already a blur in motion, charging in for the kill.

'Run? Why?' Reign thought to himself, barely interested.

To everyone else, Ryder was moving too fast to keep up with, but to him, it felt like watching a snail.

When the blade came dangerously close to his eyes, he just tilted his head slightly to the side.

SWOOOOSH!

The dagger whizzed past him, missing by mere millimeters.

Ryder's eyes widened in surprise. He had expected his fast, deadly strike to land, but his opponent's reflexes were quicker.

He pulled back his daggers, and kept on putting a serious face.

"Is that all you've got?" Reign taunted. "I thought you were going to show me something impressive,"

Ryder's eyebrow twitched slightly, but he quickly brushed it off.

Instead, he signaled to his group.

They moved in unison, surrounding Reign with their weapons at the ready, prepared to strike.

"I'll give you credit," Ryder said while spinning his dagger.

"You're stronger than I thought. But our group is all about teamwork and tactics. Let's see how you deal with us."

"Teamwork?" Reign's lips curled into a smile. "Sounds like you're just saying you're too weak and needed help from others."

The remaining divergents stiffened, their body showing clear tension. They had always held their master in high regard, and Reign's words had left them visibly irritated.

"Now you're getting serious?" Reign taunted, his voice filled with amusement.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Bring it on. I'm going to crush everything you learned from him."