Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 675

Capítulo 675: Peak of the World 10

Solmir sat away from the others, calmly polishing his weapon. On the outside, he looked calm and patient.

But inside, his mind was racing. Reign’s words echoed in his head like poison.

Kill them. Take the medallions. Claim the treasure.

Once he fulfilled all of that, he would have a chance to become one of the highest gods.

By then, not even Xara’s mother could stop him.

And if he pleased his new benefactor, he might even gain another ally.

Xara stretched lazily, firelight catching her eyes—unaware betrayal was already brewing on the horizon.

“Are we supposed to wait until morning?” she asked.

Thaloren nodded.

“We’ll waste hours here. The winds won’t vanish with the sun—you know that as well as I do. Do you really think the one who made this place would be that generous?”

Leaning back, Thaloren gave a slow nod. He couldn’t deny her words.

Instead of arguing, he started to explain his theories.

“I’m sure that wind was meant to exhaust us. I could push through it if I unleashed a hundred percent of my power, but not in my current state. I think we need to gather more medallions before coming here.”

Xara shook her head. “How about we combine our powers? Take turns in creating a barrier.”

“Rotating shields…” He nodded slowly. “That could work. It would spread the strain.”

Since Veron and the others had no problem with the plan, they agreed to try again.

The first to cast the barrier was Veron, flames erupting around him in a crimson dome.

His members joined their strength to stabilize it, layering their energy.

The plan was solid—at least on paper.

But after only a few steps, the canyon answered.

“Is it just me,” Xara spoke “or does this thing actually take into consideration the number of people shielding against it?”

Her words made sense, echoing what the others were already thinking.

They tested it quickly, and the result was clear.

When only Veron carried the barrier, the gale pushed hard, but manageable. The moment the others added their power, the gale exponentially grew wilder.

More experiments were carried out under Thaloren’s orders. He wanted a better understanding of how this trial worked.

They soon discovered the flaw—the gale scaled to the stronger barrier, making pairing counterproductive.

In the end, the weaker gods returned to the entrance, leaving the four of them to move on alone.

With fewer people, they only needed to guard a small area, instead of spreading their barrier thin.

At the canyon’s entrance, the gods had split into uneasy groups.

Some sat sharpening weapons, others whispered to allies from their own faction. The air was filled with distrust.

With their leaders absent, the tension grew harder to contain. The alliance still held, but barely—it had always been a fragile truce, a miracle considering these factions were fighting each before.

“They expect us to wait here with this bunch of dogs,” one of Solmir’s men muttered. His tone dripped with bitterness.

Xara’s follower snorted. “Better a waiting dog than a useless pawn.”

“Say that again—”

“You heard me.”

The two closed the distance, voices rising. A scuffle broke out, steel scraping as the rest moved to restrain them.

“Enough!” another god barked, slamming his staff into the ground. “We’re supposed to be allies!”

The quiet that followed was heavy, filled with hate no one dared to say out loud.

“Kill them all.” A robed figure stepped forward.

Before anyone could react, a golden blade flashed into his hand. With one clean strike, he cut down one of Xara’s men, then spun into another slash that tore through a second.

“In the name of our leader Solmir, wipe them out!”

Reign lifted his hand, and a dome of golden light snapped into place, sealing everyone inside. There would be no escape.

The sudden display of power shocked the crowd. Many thought another Higher God had been hiding among them all along.

Fueled by that belief, Solmir’s men immediately charged into battle.

“Traitor!” someone roared, surging forward with a spear of flame.

Reign grinned as a golden arrow formed in his hand. He let it fly, then another, then another.

The gods tried to defend themselves, but in this place their strength was sealed, leaving them far weaker than they would have been in the outside world. Against his attacks, they were little more than targets lined up for slaughter.

This pushed Solmir’s men to become even more ruthless, doubling down and cutting down anyone who wasn’t part of their faction.

Blades of golden light cleaved through armor and flesh alike. Flames and shadow countered, tearing bodies apart with explosions that shook the dome.

One of Xara’s followers tried to call for help, only for a spear of pure gold to punch through his throat before the words could leave his lips.

By all logic, the three factions should have crushed Solmir’s men. They had greater numbers.

But Reign was more than enough to tip the scales.

His golden bow singing without pause. Arrows streaked like rain drops, each one claiming a life. A single shot could pierce barriers, tear through armor, and shatter a god’s body.

The battlefield tilted around him. Where his golden rain fell, corpses piled up.

No strategy, no alliance, no desperate resistance could stand against him. To the others, this was war. To him, it was nothing more than a hunt.

When the dust finally settled, only Reign and Solmir’s men still stood. The ground was painted red, and the air reeked of blood.

A cheer rose from the survivors. They had done it. Against all odds, they had crushed the rival factions. Weapons lifted high, laughter breaking the silence—they hailed their victory.

One of the high gods stepped forward, his expression full of gratitude. He bowed low before Reign.

“Thank you. Without you, we would have—”

There was no warning. One instant the god was speaking—the next, Reign’s head snapped, jaws splitting wide.

A blur. A crunch.

By the time anyone understood, the man’s body was already collapsing, his head gone, swallowed whole.