Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 669

Capítulo 669: Peak Worlds Part 4

The lush green canopy above swayed gently, catching sunlight that filtered through in warm, golden beams.

He tilted his head back, eyes fixed on the golden light streaming through the canopy. The sun above was nothing but an optical illusion, a painted lie in the sky.

But the feeling… the warmth on his bones, the way it soaked into his muscles… that was all too real.

‘Nice trick,’ he muttered. ‘But I’m not here to play pretend.’

With that in mind, he tried to fly but found it extremely difficult. The restriction was similar to what he experienced before in the Divine Beast Realm, only far more powerful.

Not wanting to lose, Reign drew in more energy. It surged through every fiber of his body.

The ground cracked beneath his feet—only for the power to dissipate into the air like smoke in the wind.

He blinked once, mildly surprised. The energy leaked away, absorbed by the world itself.

Most would have panicked here. This realm stripped away intruders’ strength until even gods became prey.

Reign just grinned. ‘This kind of challenge… doesn’t happen often.’

‘I don’t mind the little inconvenience,’ he muttered, rolling his shoulder until the joint popped.

‘Guess I’ll have to get my hands dirty—’ his smirk widened, ‘—not that they’ve been clean in a long time.’

He chuckled under his breath, and began running toward the source of energy in this place.

Jumping from branch to branch, Reign moved quickly, the forest blurring into streaks of green and shadow.

Each leap covered dozens of meters, the thick bark under his feet splintering slightly with every landing.

Yet something about the forest felt wrong

He hadn’t encountered a single beast, no birds swooping overhead, no skittering of small creatures in the undergrowth.

Only the creak of wood broke the silence, joined by the faint hum of energy flowing through the air like an invisible current.

Pausing mid-branch, he closed his eyes, letting his senses spread outward. His awareness rippled through the forest in every direction, seeking out the heartbeat of anything alive.

Nothing.

Not a single pulse. No breath, no movement—aside from the ever-present plants.

‘So… it’s just me and the trees.’

While he pushed deeper into the forest, the other world had been thrown into chaos.

In the skies above the Runic Zone, every major battlefield paused. Commanders barked orders to cease fire.

All eyes turned toward the horizon, where a colossal pillar of light erupted without warning.

It tore from the heavens to the ground like a spear of gold, blazing so bright it seemed to burn the air around it.

Within minutes, the higher gods themselves gathered around it.

The King of the Crimson Haze was the first to speak.

“I, Veron, decree that we cease this pointless slaughter,”

His voice rumbled like distant thunder. Heat rose from his body, making the air around him waver.

Everyone understood. His suggestion wasn’t weakness—it was logic.

“We fought for the key before, yes—but now the passage has opened of its own will. There is no need to spill more blood and further weaken our forces before facing what lies behind,” he added.

No one dared to speak; all eyes waited for their own kings to break the silence.

From the side, a tall figure stepped forward, his armor plated in pure gold, each piece shining so brightly it hurt to look at for long.

His hair was white as snow, yet his face was unlined, almost ageless. A warm light seemed to follow him with around, as if the sun itself bent toward him.

It was Solmir, Higher God of The Golden Ones.

“Veron speaks with sense. I’m willing to work with the Crimson Haze. But I will not work with the Dark Followers.”

The Golden God turned his gaze toward a woman whose face was completely hidden beneath a black veil, the kind worn in mourning.

It flowed seamlessly into her long black robe. Twisting purple patterns embroidered into the fabric writhed when the light touched them.

“Careful with your tongue, old man.” Her voice slid through the air. “The Dark Followers do not need your approval to claim what is rightfully ours. But if you fear us so much, perhaps you should stay behind while the rest of us claim the legacy.”

The veiled woman was Xara, Queen of The Dark Followers.

Solmir’s eyes narrowed. “You confuse disgust with fear. I simply choose not to work alongside pests like you.”

Xara gave a slow, mocking shake of her head.

“You’re nothing more than the obedient dog of the Highest God, Sola—yet you dare act above me? I am the daughter of Ara, the Highest God himself. My bloodline alone outweighs the existence of a nobody like you.”

The tension between them thickened, their clashing auras warping the air like heat over stone.

Veron wasn’t surprised. The feud between the Golden Ones and the Dark Followers had lasted longer than most could remember.

“Stop this nonsense already,” A man stepped forward, his long blond hair shining under the sun.

Dressed in a sky-blue robe that matched his eyes, he carried himself with dignity.

He was the leader of the Azure Deities. Thaloren.

“Don’t waste your strength on each other. We should first understand why this pillar has opened despite the absence of the key.”

His gaze moved between Veron, Solmir, and Xara, making sure none of them missed his point.

“This itself is an anomaly, one that could be far more dangerous than any rival faction here. We should be cautious… not reckless.”

His words seemed to cool the air, though none of the gathered gods looked ready to fully drop their guard.

Veron crossed his arms. “You’re not wrong. But we can’t miss this opportunity.”

Thaloren sighed. “If we rush in blind, we might be walking straight into a trap meant to kill us all.”

The four leaders stayed silent. They hadn’t risen to this level of power by being fools, so they understood his points .