Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

The council members watched him, waiting for him to speak first as a sign of respect.

But he said nothing. Instead, his eyes turned to a particular demon assigned to information gathering.

It was the demoness, Visara, her body covered in dozens of eyes, each one watching from a different spot.

She stood up and addressed the crowd.

"The situation in the West is worsening. The angels have requested additional reinforcements from the East." She paused, her many eyes sweeping over the assembly.

"They're becoming desperate."

A few demons cast uneasy glances at one another, while others instinctively reached for their weapons, their fingers tightening around them unconsciously.

The fragile peace that settled in the East was beginning to fracture.

Everyone's attention turned to Ra. He was the one who made it possible to strike a deal with the angels—a feat that few would even dare attempt, let alone succeed in.

Ra began speaking.

"I'm sure we're all thinking the same thing. We don't have much of a choice. Fighting now or fighting later won't make much of a difference once the Angel's army is destroyed. At least if we reinforce them, we stand a better chance."

Without waiting for anyone to raise a question, he turned his attention to Draven.

"How is the Demonic Army progressing?" Ra asked, his tone professional and composed.

Draven closed his eyes briefly before responding, "The Red Order is ready. Their numbers now stand at 50,000,000, and they've been equipped with the armor and artifacts you designed."

The Order was Ra's creation, brought to life through his divine creation.

He designed the armor and weapons to significantly enhance the fighting capabilities of even the weakest demons.

And that wasn't all. He also developed countless technological wonders, drawing on knowledge acquired from humans, his father's vast library, and numerous other sources.

Normally, creating such advancements would take considerable time, but his Divine Creation ability allowed him to accelerate the process a hundredfold.

Once perfected, he would pass the blueprints to demons whose abilities specialized in construction, enabling them to mass-produce his creations.

"And the White Order?"

"Also ready. We've already trained 50,000,000 of them"

The White Order, on the other hand, consisted of the humans from the East who were now under his command.

He gave them the choice to fight alongside him, equipping them with powerful artifacts and suits of armor that could elevate their strength and even grant them the ability to fight in the air.

All these preparations were made because he knew that sooner or later, the delicate balance between the forces of Hell and Heaven would be shattered.

"How about the airships?"

One of the demons leading the operation spoke up—a male demon with the head of an owl.

"General Ra, we have completed 30 Demon Airships and 5 Flying Fortresses," he reported.

This news gave the council members a glimmer of hope.

It was a well-executed plan, one that he carefully crafted.

In war, the first thing he needed to prioritize was the morale of his people; everything else would follow after that.

"Good, then—" Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp pain shot through his head, and it showed in his face.

Flashes of a vision erupted in his mind: a futuristic city rising in the middle of a vast desert.

"You're bleeding," Draven said, standing up to assist his grandson, whose nose was dripping with blood.

Ra raised his hand to stop his grandfather. He couldn't afford to show weakness now.

"I'm fine," he said. "It's just a side effect of the artifact I'm working on. If I succeed, we can turn this war in our favor."

Once he finished wiping the blood away with the handkerchief he summoned out of thin air, Ra began discussing and strategizing with the others.

They set the time for sending their army—three days from now.

When the meeting was over, only Draven and Ra remained in the room.

Draven stood quietly for a moment, then turned to face his grandson.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Draven asked, his voice filled with concern.

After all the years spent together, the two formed a genuine familial bond.

Draven must admit that Ra reminded him so much of his son, Raiden.

He was intelligent, methodical, and always careful in his decisions.

If not for him taking the lead, the Eastern continent would never have enjoyed even this brief moment of peace.

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. There are more important matters than my health."

Draven didn't push his grandson further, recognizing that Ra wasn't in the mood to discuss it.

Instead, they shifted their focus to the current state of the long-distance portal they were working on.

Ra's fingers traced the edge of the portal's blueprint, his eyes narrowed as he focused on the gravity of the situation.

"The real issue now," he explained, "is figuring out the exact coordinates for Earth.

"If we take a chance and pick randomly, there's a high probability we'll end up in empty space. The nearest planets could be billions of light-years away—essentially a death sentence."

Draven's face hardened as the implications sank in.

Ra continued, his tone more somber. "And worse, we wouldn't be able to come back. "

The energy required for the trip would be astronomical.

They weren't just teleporting a few individuals—they were planning to move an entire spaceship, one large enough to carry millions of demons.

The magnitude of the operation made failure not an option.

Seeing that his grandfather had nothing more to add, he made a decision to end their talk.

He started to walk away when his wrist suddenly vibrated. The unexpected sensation made him stop in his tracks.

'A signal?' Ra thought, quickly closing his eyes. He could feel it now—the portal device was reacting.

He dug deeper into the connection, trying to trace its source.

"ARGHHH!" Ra groaned.

Blood poured from his nose and eyes as the pain in his head intensified. He gritted his teeth, fighting to hold on.

This was the first time he'd gotten a reaction from his portal device. He couldn't afford to miss it.