Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 676

Capítulo 676: Peak of the World 11

Blood still dripped from Reign’s mouth as he threw back his head and laughed.

“You fools,” he sneered between fits of laughter. “Did you really think you won? That this slaughter was your victory?”

His laughter stopped, and his golden eyes turned blood red.

The air grew heavy, pressing down on the survivors until it felt hard to even breathe.

His body began to change. Bones cracked, muscles ripped apart, and then grew back stronger.

Horns twisted out of his skull like black spears. Dark fur spread across his skin, rough and sharp like blades.

In seconds, a monster stood in his place—a thirty-foot demon with the face of a goat, and every breath stinking of death.

Two massive swords appeared in his hands, so big they looked like they could cut mountains in half.

His true shape was far too terrifying for weaklings like them, so he opted for something much tolerable.

“Don’t be afraid!”

Shaking off their fear, they roared and charged at Reign from every side. Blades of gold, spears of light, and waves of radiant force filled the air.

“Pathetic. You call yourselves gods?” His twin blades swept wide, cutting through golden spears as if they were brittle glass.

One of Solmir’s men lunged with a gleaming sword. Reign caught the strike with his bare hand and crushed the blade into shards. “Even ants bite harder than this.”

Another tried to hurl a radiant spear. Reign spun, his massive sword cleaving the god in half before the weapon even left his hand.

“Shiny toys, empty power. Is this the best Solmir’s men can offer me?” His golden eyes—now burning red—flashed as he cut down three more in a single swing.

“Bow before me, insects, before I grind you into dust.”

The golden gods didn’t dare close in. Instead, they formed a circle, hurling lances of light, golden arrows, and radiant blasts at him from afar.

Reign didn’t even bother to move.

He spread his arms wide, letting the attacks crash against him.

A barrier pulsed around his body, bending the attacks away as if they were nothing more than sparks striking a wall of iron.

The golden gods stared in disbelief.

“You… you monster,” a voice trembled.

“Thank you. I worked hard to earn that name. After all, I want everyone to know I’m the best villain there is.”

Their grip tightened on the weapon. “You’re insane.”

“Yes, I am. But calling me insane? That’s an insult. I’ve already gone far beyond that.”

Before they could answer, he moved—his massive body shifting with a speed that didn’t match its size.

One slash dropped a god instantly. The next, a wide horizontal swing, cut through several more in a single strike.

The survivors, seeing no chance of victory, panicked. They rushed to the edge of the barrier, pooling every bit of their power into one desperate strike.

BOOOOM!

The impact shook the air yet the barrier barely even cracked.

“Again!”

They struck once more, golden energy flashing against golden walls, but the result was the same—nothing but a ripple.

Reign didn’t rush them. He didn’t need to. His towering body walked closer, his grin stretching wider.

“Go on,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “Try again. Break your hands, break your souls—I’ll give you all the time you want.”

The gods threw themselves against the barrier again and again, frantic, desperate. And all the while, Reign advanced slowly, savoring their terror like a feast.

After the tenth strike, their arms felt heavy. The barrier hadn’t budged. Not a single crack, not a single weakness.

“It’s… it’s useless,” one of them drop his weapon.

Reign’s shadow stretched over them, swallowing their last bit of hope.

“Finally,” he said, raising his twin blades. “You understand. There’s no escape. You’re no gods—you’re cattle, waiting for the slaughter.”

Some dropped their weapons in despair. Others gritted their teeth, forcing trembling hands to lift their blades one last time.

But every single one of them knew.

This was the end.

BOOOOM.

The strike split the earth. Flesh and armor shredded instantly, bodies reduced to mist and fragments before they could even scream.

Their combined light winked out as if it had never existed.

When the dust cleared, nothing remained. No survivors, no broken corpses—only silence and a field of bloodstained stone.

Reign stood alone at the heart of it, both blades dripping.

“Not even worth the warm-up.”

Slowly, his shape shrank back into a humanoid form. The horns, the fur, the giant blades—all of it faded.

He turned his gaze toward the canyon’s entrance.

“The appetizer was disappointing,” he muttered, brushing imaginary dust from his hands. “Let’s hope the main dish has more flavor.”

SWOOOSH!

His body vanished from sight, slipping into invisibility while he catch up to them.

He didn’t bother with a barrier. Instead, his form changed within, every particle in his body condensing until his flesh became harder than any power could pierce.

The trial’s restrictions weakened their power, but it couldn’t touch natural physiques. For Reign, who could reshape himself down to atomic level, it was effortless.

‘Wow… all this world-hopping really opened my eyes. I’ve found so many new ways to use my power.’

Back then, when he wasn’t yet overpowered, he had to fight smart, using his abilities in clever ways to keep up with stronger foes.

But once he reached an almost unmatched level, he stopped caring about efficiency—there was simply no need.

Now, standing in this world with its strange laws and restrictions, he felt the old spark returning.

‘If I can compress myself this far… could I make my body as heavy as a star? If I press every atom in me tighter and tighter, wouldn’t my weight become endless? Wouldn’t I turn into something no one could ever move, no matter how strong they are?’

His thoughts snapped back when he spotted the group of gods ahead.

The hypothesis could wait—right now, his prey demanded his full attention.

‘Entertain me more,’ he thought, his grin stretching wide.

‘Let me taste their despair.’ He licked the last trace of blood from his lips, eyes fixed on their distant figure.