Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 672

Capítulo 672: Peak Worlds Part 7

Xara crossed her arm.

As much as she hated Solmir, she had to admit he had a point. The restrictions in this place—and being unable to fly—made everything far more difficult.

On top of that, the way this world was designed drained their energy faster.

In short, unleashing an attack here required at least ten to twenty times more energy than usual.

“Maybe we’re overthinking it. Why not just leave it? It didn’t chase us once we stepped out of its range.” she pointed out.

“That would be a bad idea,” Thaloren shook his head. “This isn’t just some random monster. It’s a trial guardian, and it holds a key we need. Walk away, and we’ll never progress.”

Solmir let out a frustrated sigh. “And how do you expect us to pass this ‘test’? Conventional attacks barely scratched it—it absorbs everything we throw .”

Thaloren’s eyes narrowed. “Then we stop relying on brute force. Observe. Wait. Learn its patterns.”

Solmir snorted. “So… patience and observation? That’s your grand strategy?”

“Why not?” Thaloren shrugged. “It’s not like anyone else could complete this mission before us.”

Everyone silently agreed. With how difficult the trial was, no one else stood a chance of finishing the mission before them.

When the tension died down, Thaloren spoke again.

“I have an idea.” He raised his hand.

“What if we combined all our attacks in a medium? Even with the restrictions, we could still channel our power into it and unleash a devastating attack.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. It was, by far, the best solution.

While they were still busy talking, Reign was already tearing through his third golem.

This one was made entirely of diamond, and every attack he launched was reflected back at him.

Even so, it was still weak compared to the metahumans’ power. This just showed how overpowered metapowers were, even by universal standards.

A series of red beams reflected back at him, and he tilted his head slightly, dodging left and right. He avoided every strike without even moving from his spot—a feat only possible because of his godlike reaction time.

The only way anyone could hit him was if he allowed it—or if he was intentionally careless.

“I’m getting bored of this. Whoever made you isn’t much of a big deal. ” he commented while dodging a barraged of shards.

“Time to end this. I’m done talking to myself.” He raised his two arm, flooding it with divine energy until it grew heavier and heavier, then propelled himself forward and drove a punch into the golem’s chest.

BOOOOOM!

The impact echoed like shattering glass, though the creature barely staggered.

“If one isn’t enough, then how about a hundred?”

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOM!

He punched like a fighting machine, every fist and kick hammering into weak points. The ground shook as he slammed the creature down, refusing to give it the chance to even counter.

Cracks spread across its body, shards flying in every direction until Reign’s final blow drove it into the dirt.

And just like that, it was over.

Among the rubble, another medallion glimmered faintly, waiting to be claimed.

‘Another boring fight,’

He hadn’t come here just to bulldoze his way through like usual. He wanted a real challenge—something that could actually push him.

‘Problem of being too strong. This is supposed to be a peak world, yet these golems are pathetically weak.’

He picked up the medallion, feeling it vibrate faintly, especially when placed beside the others.

At the same time, the restrictions on his body loosened a little more.

From this, he figured that collecting all the medallions would eventually restore his full strength—likely because the final challenge would demand it.

A fight at his maximum… the thought made him grin in anticipation.

Far from him, the other gods readied themselves.

Their eyes fixed on the towering fire golem, its molten body pulsing with heat that warped the air around it.

Plans had been made, doubts voiced, but now all that remained was to put everything into motion.

Thaloren stepped forward first, serving as the medium for their attack. From his vantage point, the fire golem looked no more than a dot in the distance, but that didn’t matter. Long-range combat was his domain.

He raised his hand, summoning a bow of living vines.

Roots spread from his feet, snaking across the ground until they reached the others.

One by one, the higher gods stepped onto them, their power siphoned into Thaloren’s core.

“I’m starting now.” His voice was firm as he drew the string.

A glowing arrow of pure energy began to take form in the air, humming with the combined might of four gods.

The green bow creaked as he pulled the string farther back, and the arrow of pure energy swelled in size, humming louder and louder. parks of emerald light shot off its surface, burning holes in the ground where they landed.

Winds kicked up around them, tugging at clothes and hair, as if the world itself recoiled from the gathering force.

When he finally let go, the arrow didn’t just fly—it ripped through space itself. The sound that followed wasn’t a crack but a scream of the world being torn apart.

The fire golem raised its head too late. A green flash pierced its chest, and in the same instant, the horizon detonated.

BOOOOOOM!

The blast swallowed the entire field, waves of energy tearing cliffs apart like paper.

Trees, stone, and even the very air disintegrated. For two kilometers, existence itself was erased, leaving only a raw, smoldering crater that glowed faintly green.

The shockwave threw even the lower ranking gods back, forcing them to brace themselves.

When the blast finally settled, only a vast crater remained. Not even the fire golem could withstand that much power.

“I see something in the center,” he pointed out, already rushing toward it.

The others followed quickly, excitement flashing across their faces when they saw a medallion resting untouched in the crater.

It hadn’t taken a single scratch, even after all that destruction.

“This must be the key,” he lifted it up.