Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 576

Chapter 576: Opening
The battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see—an endless sea of demons swarming toward the ruined city.

Quill fought at the front, his blades slicing through the hordes.

With the demon DNA enhancing him, he was no weaker than the devil generals. However, the ones on Asmodeus’ level were still in a league of their own. If Reign were to rank them, the regular generals would be at one star, while those who called themselves king or prince of hell would stand at three stars.

Using this logic, he estimated that Lucifer, Satan, and Lilith would rank around five stars or higher.

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

Lightning tore through the ranks of the hellish army as the hunter’s attack shredded through wave after wave of devils.

Reign stayed at a safe distance, observing the fight.

With the commotion Quill was causing, it was only a matter of time before stronger devil generals arrived to deal with him.

His plan was straightforward—use the hunter demon as bait and then launch a surprise attack.

It might seem like a cowardly tactic, but it was the smartest move. There was no reason to risk everything just to act impressive, like some protagonist desperate to prove their invincibility.

Reality didn’t work like that. If the enemy had a secret weapon, it could be the end of him.

Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind swept through the area, and the ground trembled beneath Quill .

The earth cracked open, revealing a massive, armored devil rising from the depths. It had the unmistakable aura of a high-ranking general—an overwhelming, suffocating pressure that made even the air seem thick with menace.

But it wasn’t over yet. More and more devil generals appeared, each one with a unique, terrifying appearance, adding to the mounting pressure.

Their presence formed a circle around the hunter, tightening with each passing moment.

Ten of them now stood in a perfect formation, their eyes glowing with malice.

None of them were as powerful as the kings of hell, but their sheer number was enough to put Quill in a difficult position.

And the devils knew it too. They took their time, enjoying the pressure they were inflicting.

One of them, the armored devil, grinned as he slowly paced around the hunter, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Is this really the one who was giving us that much trouble?” he mocked, his voice like grinding rocks.

Another general, a tall figure with red, glowing eyes and horns that curled like a ram’s, tilted his head with a sinister smile.

“You’ve made it this far, but you’ll find that your strength is nothing compared to ours. You are alone here.”

Each word was like a stab, digging deeper into Quill’s resolve.

But still, he didn’t panic. His body tensed, and his grip on his weapons tightened. He knew what he had to do.

He would cut through them, one by one, with the same precision that had earned him his reputation.

Just as he moved to engage, however, everything changed in an instant.

A high-pitched sound cut through the air. Ten beams of blinding lasers shot from the distance, striking the devil generals almost simultaneously.

They didn’t even have time to react before they were headshot, and crumpled to the ground .

THUD!

Reign landed lightly, his eyes scanning the fallen devil generals before absorbing them.

‘This… this should be enough,’ he thought. ‘Enough for another breakthrough.’

The energy swirled around him, a dark aura crackling with the power of all those who had died, their essence now fueling his own development.

[Warning: Host is approaching a critical evolution. Immediate isolation is recommended.]

“Quill!” Reign commanded, “Cover me from a distance. I need time”

The hunter demon hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Understood!”

Reign, meanwhile, took to the skies, leaving the battlefield behind. His body felt as if it were on fire, every bones vibrating with an intensity that was almost unbearable. He could feel it—this wasn’t like the last breakthrough. This was something far beyond.

He landed in a desolate plain miles away from the city, the ground cracking under his feet as he struggled to steady himself. His system chimed again:

[Host have reached the threshold. Commencing Transcendence transformation]

The warning barely registered. His vision blurred, and his body started to glow. Black cracks spread across his bones like spiderwebs, his once-solid form starting to fragment.

He tried to ground himself, planting his feet firmly into the earth, but it was no use.

From his hands to his arms, pieces of his flesh disintegrated, dissolving into pure energy. He watched as the transformation spread, consuming him.

His black bones—the defining feature of his previous form—began to vanish, each fragment breaking apart into shimmering particles.

Reign could feel himself slipping further. His arms, legs, and torso were gone, replaced by streams of glowing red energy that twisted and flowed. Only his head remained intact, but even that began to fracture.

The system spoke once more, its tone almost reverent:

[Final evolution sequence initiated. Brace for completion.]

Reign’s mind raced. He didn’t know what lay beyond this point—what he would become once the transformation was complete. But one thing was clear: there was no turning back.

The last fragment of his physical form dissolved, and his consciousness was consumed ,

Then, silence.

Followed by an eruption of dark, crackling energy. The explosion was so intense that it tore through the air, a shockwave powerful enough to send the miasma flying in every direction.

It didn’t stop. The dark red light twisted and stretched, carving its way through the air like a massive spear. It reached a barrier in the sky—a shimmering, invisible wall that had held it back until now.

For a heartbeat, the energy clashed against the barrier, sending ripples through the fabric of the air.

And then, with a burst of force, it tore through, breaking past the barrier as though it were nothing more than paper. Along with the sudden surge of energy, all the miasma in the world vanished in an instant, sucked up by the space above.

The light shot through space itself, leaving behind a trail of crimson light that continued to move upward.

As the miasma vanished and the world was cleansed in an instant, chaos erupted across the land. The entire world trembled in response, the sudden shift leaving every being—human and demon alike—bewildered.

Without the miasma to cloud their senses, the demons could now perceive something far more dangerous—a massive surge of power coming from the west. It was unlike anything they had ever felt before

Some of the demons, sensing the overwhelming power, couldn’t help but wonder if this was the moment they had all been fearing of.

“Could it be Lucifer?” Draven muttered, his voice laced with uncertainty. “Or perhaps Satan,”

The energy was too massive, too unfathomable, to belong to anyone else.

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Author’s Note:

Sorry for the long break. With the holidays and family visiting, I ended up losing track of time. But now I’m back and ready to dive in. This arc will definitely be the most exciting one yet in the series, so stay tuned for some wild twists and turns. Thanks for your patience and support.