Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 519

Chapter 519: Tradition Part 2
BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Each impact sent waves of pain crashing through his body, making it hard to breathe or think clearly.

The world around him blurred as the once beautiful garden was torn apart with each blow.

Flowers, trees, and carefully arranged hedges were obliterated, the earth beneath him splitting with each devastating slam.

As the hand swung him into the air once more, he managed to gather enough strength to break free, his body burning with pain as he slipped out of its grasp just before he was slammed down again.

BOOM!

‘I need to act fast.’ His mind raced as he created another barrier around him, a forcefield designed to block the next incoming blow.

But as one hand slammed into his barrier, it shattered instantly.

He was hit with the full force of the attack, his body jolted backward, and pain shot through him as if a thousand needles were embedded in his skin.

As soon as he hit the ground, the next hand came crashing down on him, followed quickly by a third and a fourth.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Each hit created a shockwave that rattled the air, leaving deep indentations in the ground where he was hit.

He tried to regain control, to summon another barrier or a counterattack, but the brutal punches didn’t give him a moment to breathe.

While he struggled on the ground, a woman appeared floating in the air above him.

She had 16 golden metal hands spread out behind her, each one open like a palm.

Despite the intimidating sight, she looked almost human.

Her clothing was traditional, resembling a yukata, black and gold in color, adorned with countless intricate flower patterns that made her outfit stand out with a unique elegance.

She had orange hair that looked like burning flames, and her face was both beautiful and frightening. Her eyes were a deep bronze, cold and unforgiving, as if they could burn through anyone who looked at her.

“I am Demon God Tara,” her voice echoed , cold and commanding.

“I heard that you don’t want to follow the tradition? Is this beating enough to change your mind?”

Her words were like blades, and her tone made it clear—this wasn’t a negotiation.

The gap between a God Rank and the King Rank was unfathomably vast, and she made no effort to hide it.

She was the apex of power, and Reign, despite his strength, was a mere speck in her presence.

“You think you can just ignore the rules and live by your own terms?” she continued, her voice as sharp as a blade.

“Just because that old fool favors you doesn’t mean all the Demon Gods want a rogue like you in our alliance,” she sneered in contempt.

Reign, finally able to catch his breath, managed to stand.

Tara’s attack had been brutal, but he could tell she had held back a lot. Still, he was powerless against her.

There was something off about her attacks. They weren’t particularly fast, now that he had time to assess the situation, but every time he tried to dodge, his reaction time slowed down drastically.

It had to be one of her abilities affecting him, making it nearly impossible to avoid her strikes.

‘I don’t think I could even win, even if I summoned all the divine beasts here,’ he sighed, realizing the gap between their strengths. ‘She’s just too powerful.’

“I didn’t know it was part of the alliance’s tradition to bully others over something as petty as this,” he shot back.

Tara’s eyes narrowed. “Mind your words, Rouge. I’m not the most forgiving type of demon.”

“You don’t say,” he chuckled sarcastically, shaking his head.

“First, you came to my home and beat me up over something so petty,” Reign said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “No wonder Draven wanted me to become a demon god so fast. Seems like he’s worried about the council’s quality with demons like you around.”

“Are you courting death?” Tara’s voice dropped, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

Reign smirked, unbothered by the intensity in her gaze. “If I’m courting death, it seems I have a pretty good chance of surviving.

After all, you’re still not killing me despite all the insults I’ve been throwing at you.”

Tara’s golden hands twitched, but she didn’t immediately strike. Instead, she studied him, as if trying to decide whether to end him or let him speak.

“You talk too much for someone so weak,” she said, her voice cold and laced with disdain.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, his smirk never leaving his face. “But it’s a lot better than being a psychopathic bitch who can’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

Tara’s eyes flashed with rage, her golden hands tightening into fists.

“You’ve crossed the line now,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous, like a predator about to strike.

Reign didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned back, crossing his arms. “I was pretty sure that line got crossed the moment you barged into my home and started throwing me around ”

Tara’s expression twisted. The air around her cracked, her anger rising.

But then something held her back—a memory of Draven’s warning, the words he had spoken not long ago.

‘He is important. Don’t do anything rash,’

And there was Visara’s warning too, reminding her that they needed Reign.

Not just as a member of the council, but for something much larger.

“You’re lucky I’m not in a mood to kill you today,” she spat, her teeth clenched, “but keep talking like that, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Without waiting for a reply, a small creature suddenly appeared through a crack in space. And in the blink of an eye, both of them disappeared.

Reign let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. It was over—for now.

This experience was a wake-up call for him. He had seriously underestimated the power of Demon Gods.

‘They weren’t called “peak existence” for nothing.’ he sighed.

At the same time, he felt satisfied to have gauged their strength.

He could tell she wasn’t trying to kill him, judging by her restrained attacks, so it was the perfect chance to test some of her abilities. From the start, this had been his plan.