Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 577

Chapter 577: Opening Part 2
The sudden disappearance of the miasma sent shockwaves across the world.

For years, cities had relied on barriers to simulate sunlight, shielding their inhabitants from the toxic clouds that choked the outside world. People had grown used to the artificial glow, never knowing the warmth of real sunlight.

But now, as the barriers flickered and deactivated, the real sun poured down for the first time in generations.

At first, the brightness was overwhelming. People shielded their eyes, squinting.

It was as if the sky had been reborn, untainted and pure. Warmth spread over their skin—not the artificial warmth of the barriers, but something more vibrant .

In every corner of the cities, people gathered in the streets, staring up in awe. Murmurs turned into cheers as the realization set in: the world was changing.

Children danced in the open air, their laughter echoing through streets that had long been silent.

Beyond the cities, the land itself began to transform. Where once the earth had been cracked and barren, fresh grass sprouted in patches of green, spreading quickly.

Trees and plants, long reduced to nothing, began to bud with leaves. Flowers burst into bloom, painting the landscape with colors that had been forgotten. Streams, once dry and clogged with ash, flowed with crystal-clear water.

The rapid healing of the world brought an energy that had been absent for ages.

Hope surged through the population, replacing the fear and despair that had lingered for so long.

And then, out of nowhere, a new sound echoed across the world, one that dwarfed the resonance of the trumpets. It was low and deep, vibrating through the very core of the earth and sky.

In one of the remaining largest Tier 1 cities.

A massive rift opened above the city, glowing with brilliance. From within the golden void emerged a colossal floating castle, its spires reaching into the heavens.

It radiated majesty and power, its structure seemingly made of pure light and gleaming metal.

Dots appeared in the sky, moving quickly toward the city. As they grew closer, the dots revealed themselves to be angels.

Hundreds of thousands descended from the heavens in formation, their pristine white wings glinting in the golden light. They wore intricate silver armor that gleamed as though it had been forged from starlight, and golden halos hovered above their heads, pulsing with divine energy.

Each carried golden spheres that glowed like small suns, lighting up the space around them. Some held shields decorated with intricate designs, covered in strange symbols that seemed to give off a faint, magical hum.

Others held bows, their arrows tipped with light that sparkled like stars, while some wielded swords that glowed with a faint golden aura, their edges sharp enough to slice through the toughest devils.

Among the legions, a few stood out even more. Mounted on magnificent winged horses. The horses’ snow-white coats shimmered, their wings lined with golden feathers that left trails of light in their wake.

Riders, adorned with flowing capes and ornate helmets, carried long lances tipped with blazing sharp tip.

The sight of the angels in full formation was mesmerizing. They moved like a single entity.

Gasps and cries of disbelief erupted from the crowd. Some people fell to their knees, clasping their hands in prayer, while others simply stared, their eyes wide with fear of the unknown.

The presence of the angels was overwhelming—beautiful and commanding, yet very dangerous.

One figure stood out among them—a man with long, golden hair .

He floated above the others, and unlike their two wings, he had six. His armor was covered in glowing symbols that looked powerful and important. His bright golden eyes looked down at the people, and when he spoke, his voice was very charismatic and calming.

“Fear not, humans,” he proclaimed, his voice reverberating as though the very heavens amplified it. “We are your allies.”

The crowd fell silent, captivated by his presence.

“We are the Divine,” he continued, spreading his six wings wide, “and we have come to aid and save your world from the devils who seek to destroy you.”

The golden light from the rift intensified, casting a warm, comforting glow over the city. The angels descended further, landing gracefully on the rooftops and open spaces.

The six-winged angel, clearly a leader, addressed the crowd again.

“Your prayers have been heard, and your struggles have not been in vain. The devils will not rest until they see this world consumed. But with the Divines by your side, you will all survive,” he declared.

The ordinary humans fell to their knees, crying as a wave of relief and happiness washed over them. For the first time, they felt truly safe.

However, those with powers of their own managed to resist the overwhelming influence of the angels, keeping their emotions in check.

This caused many to hide, suspicious and wary of the golden beings claiming to be allies.

What kind of allies would use such twisted tactics to control the masses? The feeling of being manipulated left a bitter taste in their mouths, and distrust began to spread like wildfire.

But the angels paid no mind to their distrust. As long as the masses worshiped them, their power would only grow stronger.

This turn of events was unexpected, even for the devils.

They had planned to conquer the human world first, hoping that by doing so, the angels would suffer without the worship needed to empower them.

But now, with the angels’ arrival, their strategy was thrown off.

This wasn’t happening in just one city, but in multiple place with large populations.

The angels began claiming that they were the ones responsible for removing the miasma.

They explained that their divine energy was promoting rapid growth, which wasn’t completely false.

While their presence did help the land recover, it wasn’t enough to cause such a dramatic effect—something bigger was happening behind the scenes.

With each passing moment, more humans believed their words, unknowingly feeding them power and strengthening their hold on the world.