Sitting casually on top of the roof, Reign pondered his next move.
Cyril had sent him a map and detailed blueprint of the mansion.
So now, his priority was disabling the alarm system and CCTV caras.
With them out of commission, he'd have more ti to complete his job before law enforcent intervened.
Now ca the hardest part of the mission. While killing everyone here was relatively straightforward and easy, the real challenge was the aftermath.
Located in Summit City's area of the wealthy, Reign faced a tactical dilemma.
The mansion's location ant that if the alarm rang, law enforcent backup would arrive fast—a scenario that spelled trouble for Reign.
He was confident in his ability to fend off any threats, but causing chaos would disrupt his other plans in the city.
If authorities and the Hunter Association caught wind of an Upper Demon, reinforcents from neighboring cities would complicate matters.
It would be like a proclamation of his existence to the world, welcoming the arrival of more powerful hunters bent on killing him.
Moreover, Reign grappled with the uncertainty of demon-human politics. He pondered the possibility of a powerful demon arriving to restore balance by eliminating him for disrupting the status quo.
He knew he had to proceed cautiously, avoiding unnecessary attention to achieve his goals smoothly.
'I need to hold back' he mused silently.
The ideal outco would be to orchestrate the scene in a manner that suggested the work of a skilled assassin rather than a bloodthirsty demon.
For that plan to succeed, the operation had to be executed with precision—clean and silent.
'Let see ,'
Studying the map, his gaze zeroed in on the CCTV Control Room location in the mansion's basent floor.
He also spotted several red dots on the blueprint, indicating the positions of the CCTV caras.
His eyes narrowed as he noticed additional markings denoting motion sensors along the ventilation system.
Thankfully, Cyril had foreseen this obstacle and provided him with a device capable of temporarily disabling them.
Of course, the device had its limitations. It could only block the motion detectors for a re two seconds.
However, Reign's inhumane speed and agility allowed him to make the most of this brief window of opportunity.
And that wasn't the only variable that could help him.
Reign's Bone Control Ability also played an important role. His usual size was too big, but he could shrink his body by half, boosting his stealth to new levels.
As he use his Bone Control Ability, a subtle transformation took place. He began to shrink, each bone in his body compressing. His once broad shoulders narrowed, his towering height diminishing by half.
His fingers and toes morphed into slender, agile appendages, perfect for gripping onto the uneven surfaces of the ductwork.
He stopped wearing his mask for now because constantly changing the shape of his bones made it too much of a hassle to keep it on .
With so adjustnts, he could blend seamlessly into his surroundings, streamlining the infiltration process.
'This ability sure cos in handy,'he chuckled to himself, pleased with his reduced size.
He was confident that he'd find many uses for this ability in the future. If he could shrink by half, it was only logical to assu that he could also grow larger when needed.
After completing his preparations, he crawled toward the window to the attic, where access to the ventilation system was located.
He was grateful for his decision to upgrade his Night Crawl ability, ensuring that even when he moved quickly, he made minimal noise.
At tis, he encountered dead ends in the ventilation system, compelling him to carefully exit the vents and move along the surface of the ceiling.
With the CCTV caras constantly monitoring the area, every movent had to be silent until he reach another ventilation system entrance .
From the ventilation system, he made his way towards the dumbwaiter.
This movable fra in a shaft was designed to transport food between floors with ease.
He took advantage of the mont while everyone was still occupied with their als, knowing that no food deliveries were likely to interrupt his movents.
After reaching the first floor kitchen, he silently crawled towards another dumbwaiter-like structure.
However, this one served a different purpose—it transported trash to the garage , which was also connected to the basent.
Finally, after crawling for a 20 minutes, Reign reached a vantage point above the garage.
Peering through a gap in the ceiling, he surveyed the area below, plotting his next move.
He spotted five ard individuals stationed near the room at the end of the row of cars.
They were ard with rifles, likely stationed there to protect the room housing the CCTV and alarm panel.
Reign raised his hands and began to craft a new type of projectile from his bones. The result was a small, and very thin pointed stick, asuring only four inches in length.
'Claw Bullet,'
Reign's precise aim sent the projectile hurtling towards the CCTV cara, shattering it with a resounding crash.
The noise grabbed the guards' attention, but before they could discern the source, they collapsed to the ground, their throats punctured by the swift and deadly strikes of an unseen attacker.
SWOOOOOSH!
Without hesitation, Reign sprang into action, dashing towards the control room before the guards inside could react.
With a turn of his hand, he shattered the doorknob and quickly dispatched the four guards who was stunned to see him, slashing their throats in one fluid motion.
Blood splattered everywhere , and just like that , the place was now under his total control.
'That was too easy,' he thought to himself, a sense of confidence surging within him.
It was the first ti he had put his evolved powers to practical use, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had only tapped into a fraction of his total potential.
'I need to stay focused on the mission,' Reign reminded himself, shaking off any distractions.
He understood that even the strongest could fall if they let their guard down. That's why he made sure to always stay cautious and alert.
Reign scanned the room, his eyes seeking out a USB socket. He needed to find a place to insert the drives-stick Cyril had prepared ahead of ti.
'She really thought this through,' Reign pondered, considering the implications of Cyril's ticulous planning.
The only explanation he could think of was that she had contemplated executing the mission herself at so point.
And he was correct. Cyril had considered taking on this mission as a worst-case scenario plan.
As a divergent herself, she possessed a powerful body, albeit requiring more effort and tools to replicate his effectiveness.
'Impressive,' Reign murmured quietly to himself. He held a deep respect for intelligent individuals who could leverage their intellect like this.
After a thorough search, Reign finally located the USB socket.
He quickly inserted the drive stick, causing all the CCTV caras to blink montarily. Monts later, he saw that all the images had frozen, indicating that the caras were now paused.
But he wasn't finished yet.
He retrieved several small devices and strategically placed them around the control room.
These devices were weak ti bombs, designed to destroy all the data in the room. With them in place, he knew that any trace of his presence would be obliterated after the mission was complete.
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