Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World-Chapter 684: Peak Existence Part 1

The highest gods exchanged glances, and without another word, they moved as one.

Chronos twisted time itself, accelerating and decelerating space around Reign in conflicting currents.

Ara summoned absolute darkness that consumed even the concept of light.

Zephyros, god of the winds, unleashed torrents that could shred galaxies.

Ignis conjured flames that burned hotter than the sun.

Four gods, each ruling a fundamental aspect of reality, struck at once.

The sky split apart. The ground beneath them ceased to exist, replaced by giant craters.

Reign stood at the center of it all, and for a moment, he staggered.

"Good!" Chronos shouted. "Keep pressing!"

Reign’s body flickered, distorted by the layered assault. Cracks appeared along his golden aura.

Ignis roared, pouring more flame into the attack. The heat was so intense that nearby mountains began to melt.

The combined assault struck harder.

Reign’s form blurred, and he dropped to one knee.

"We’re breaking through!" Ara called out, her voice strained but hopeful. "Don’t give him time to breathe. He’s struggling to keep up with us."

The gods intensified their assault. The ground itself began to unravel from the sheer concentration of power.

Then Reign laughed.

It started low, almost casual, before building into something that made the gods hesitate mid-attack.

"You actually thought—" He stood up slowly, brushing off his shoulder as if clearing dust. The cracks in his aura sealed themselves. "—that you were winning?"

His grin widened.

"Let me show you the difference between struggling... and playing."

His aura exploded outward, no longer just golden—now it was gold and crimson, intertwining like the essence of conquest and carnage made manifest.

"I didn’t survive this long for no reason. I survived by taking EVERYTHING."

Reign’s hands moved in a blur, and beams of light—golden-red—shot forward at incomprehensible speeds.

Chronos, master of time itself, couldn’t perceive the speed.

Ara’s darkness offered no defense against light that transcended conventional physics.

Zephyros and Ignis could only stare as death approached faster than thought.

The beams closed in—milliseconds from impact.

Then the world turned gold.

Pure, radiant gold.

A barrier materialized before the four gods, and the beams struck it with enough force to shatter anything. Explosions rippled outward, but the barrier held firm, unwavering.

The four gods stumbled back, confusion and relief flooding their faces.

"What—" Chronos began.

The sky shifted—not violently, not dramatically—but to a state beyond comprehension.

A pressure descended upon the battlefield. The four gods and Reign froze, feeling the weight of a presence beyond all understanding

The golden barrier dissolved into particles of light that drifted upward, coalescing into a single point in the sky.

From that point, a figure descended, wrapped in flowing robes that shimmered like molten gold.

Twelve magnificent wings extended from his back, each one radiating divine authority that made the other gods look like candles before the sun.

His face was ageless, perfect in a way that transcended mortal and divine beauty alike.

A crown of pure golden light rested upon his head, and his eyes—his eyes held the weight of creation itself.

Where his feet touched the shattered ground, reality began to heal. Cracks sealed. Distortions stabilized. The chaos of the battlefield calmed in his immediate presence.

"Asmon," Ara whispered, tears streaming down her face. "The Highest of the Highest god!"

Ignis fell to one knee despite his wounds. "He actually came."

Chronos and Zephyros bowed their heads in reverence and relief.

Asmon looked at the four wounded gods with something close to compassion, then turned his gaze to Reign.

"That power of yours, I recognize it. Could it be that you came from a world I created before?" Asmon asked.

Reign looked at the wings and felt the same composition as his own. Divine energy. Not the inferior kind Solmir used. This was the real thing.

Then a memory surfaced.

A creator the angel worshipped. A being Reign had never met in person, only heard whispered about in reverent tones before he slaughtered them all.

"Do you know Lucifer?" Reign finally broke the silence.

Asmon’s expression changed at once. "So you are from that world. But how is that possible? I placed a barrier around that world. No one should have been able to enter or leave."

Reign smiled. The calm curve of his lips did not reach his eyes.

"When you say barrier, are you talking about that dark miasma?" he asked.

He tilted his head, as if recalling something dull. "I broke it. After that, your children came at me one after another. They fought hard, or at least they thought they did. I killed them all."

Asmon did not react. His voice stayed flat. "Do you think your words would anger me? They were nothing more than my creations. Tools made to ease my boredom."

crack!

Reign’s smile widened.

A thin crack ran across his cheek.

Skin split and slid away in strips, dropping at his feet. Beneath it, dark bone pushed through, smooth and bare. No blood. No pain. Only hunger.

"I see," he smiled creepily. "Then we think the same way."

Across from him, Asmon watched without blinking.

Reign rolled his shoulders once. He enjoyed opponents like this. The proud ones. The ones who thought the world bent for them. Breaking them always felt cleaner.

The air tightened.

Sound faded.

Even the four gods who hovered above the battlefield felt it—the moment before violence. Space drew inward as if bracing.

BOOOM!

The first exchange happened faster than the gods could track.

Asmon did not step forward. He did not teleport. One instant he stood across the field. The next, he existed beside Reign, arm already driving in.

He twisted, trying to evade the strike, but the blow slammed into his ribs. Pain tore through him, and the impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, flattening everything within ten miles. Reign gritted his teeth, staggering but not falling—barely keeping himself aloft in the air.

"Damn. That hurt."

He laughed and steadied himself in the air.

For a split second, everything lost color.

Then a hand slammed into the side of his head.

BOOOM!

The world below shattered. The ground disintegrated in a widening ring, and he was driven down with it, swallowed by the collapse.

Reign was certain that time stopped just now.

As expected of the creator of that pocket watch, his control over time far surpassed Chronos’s power. Next to him, the other god’s ability felt like a child playing with a broken clock.