Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

SWOOOSH!

Reign's speed doubled in an instant, turning him into a blur.

Before the closest angel could react, he was already in front.

He grabbed the poor victim's head with one hand, letting death energy surge through his grip. It drained the angel's strength, cutting off any chance of healing.

He gave a brutal squeeze, crushing the skull like a watermelon.

SPLURT!

Blood and divine energy splattered through the air as the lifeless body dropped from the sky like a fly.

The other angels froze. It shouldn't have been possible, especially here in heaven, where divine energy filled the air.

Still, they couldn't deny the evidence right in front of them.

SWOOSH!

He vanished, moving too fast for normal angels to track.

One moment, he was in front of them; the next, behind, leaving only trails of golden light and the sounds of bodies being torn apart.

The next angel barely had time to gasp before his hand tore straight through the chest.

Fingers wrapped around a still-beating heart, warmth pulsing in his palm.

The angel's glowing eyes widened in horror.

Reign's grip tightened as the organ throbbed against his hold. With a yank, he tore it free and sank his teeth into it.

Blood, thick and divine, sprayed in all directions as the angel choked on his final breath before crumpling from the sky like a broken doll.

Another rushed at him, golden sword raised high.

Reign closed his eyes, letting the blade slice into his shoulder just enough to feel the sting before he retaliated.

He grabbed the angel's wing and ripped it clean off.

"AHHHHHHH!" The angel screamed, golden blood pouring from the jagged wound where feathers and flesh used to be.

But Reign wasn't satisfied.

He seized the other wing and ripped it off just as easily, like plucking petals from a flower. Then, with a vicious slap, he sent the head spinning clean off the body.

A group of angels tried to surround him, fear etched across their faces. Despite their terror, they charged forward, fully aware that they had to stop this monster—no matter the cost.

But they were too slow.

Reign ducked beneath the first attack, grabbed the nearest angel by the jaw, and ripped it straight from his face.

A garbled gurgle escaped the mutilated angel's throat before he collapsed, twitching.

The others hesitated—just for a second—but that second was all he needed.

He plunged his fingers into the next angel's stomach and twisted. His hand emerged from the other side, gripping a fistful of intestines.

With a malicious grin, he yanked them out, letting the angel watch as the guts unraveled before being thrown aside like garbage.

Reign didn't just kill—he made them suffer both physically and psychologically.

He grabbed another angel by the wrist and squeezed until the bones shattered, then forced the broken limb into the angel's own throat.

The angel choked, clawing at his own hand lodged in his mouth, eyes bulging as he suffocated on his own fingers.

"Come on, don't stop now—give me one last challenge"

Reign laughed, watching him thrash before his body finally went still.

At this point, the others realized that close combat was suicide.

They backed off, drawing their golden bows.

In an flash, the sky lit up as countless arrows rained down, turning into a storm of divine light aimed straight at him.

"Is this the best you've got? You're all so predictable."

He raised both hands, forming a golden barrier around himself.

Unlike solid walls, this one flowed like water, shifting and rippling instead of standing firm.

The incoming arrows twisted mid-air, their paths thrown off before they could even graze him.

Reign chuckled. His control over divine energy was absolute—why wouldn't it be? It had always been his to command.

Ra was nothing more than a pale imitation, incapable of fully harnessing this power. Now, it was time to prove that the original was unbeatable.

"Now, taste this." He clapped his hands together, and golden flames erupted from his body, surging like a divine inferno.

In an instant, he burned as bright as a miniature sun.

At first, the angels weren't too concerned—they had resistance to such attacks.

But then, it burned even hotter, melting the buildings below and forcing the angels to retreat.

However, the temperature kept rising, and it suddenly expanded out of nowhere—so fast that anyone too close was disintegrated on the spot.

It didn't stop there. It kept growing and growing.

Panic took over. The angels scrambled, frantically flying out of the city. It was like watching a flock of doves abandoning their homes all at once.

And they were wise to flee, because in the next moment, the entire city was consumed leaving nothing behind.

It was total annihilation.

Slowly, the raging sun began to shrink, its searing heat fading as the blinding light dimmed. The once-magnificent city was gone, reduced to nothing but smoldering ruins and drifting embers.

And at the very center of it all stood Reign. Smug. Satisfied.

His lips curled into a grin as he admired the aftermath of his attack.

Meanwhile, the surviving angels hovered in shock.

They believed themselves safe, reassured by the fact that Lucifer and Lilith were attacking a different location—far enough away to keep them out of immediate danger.

But no one had expected this. No one had foreseen that an even scarier monster would appear right here.

"Are you not running away? Or do you really want to die by my hands that badly?" Reign's cruel words echoed, making everyone swallow hard.

"RUN!" one angel screamed, and that was all it took.

Panic spread like wildfire, triggering a chain reaction as they scattered in every direction. This was not a being they could hope to contend with.

When facing a malicious being of Reign's caliber, there was only one option—run like a terrified animal and pray he didn't come after you.

"HAHAHAHA!" Reign's laughter exploded through the air, his body trembling with sheer ecstasy as he witnessed their terror.