Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 580

Chapter 580: The Stronger One
The Evil Monarch hovered above the trio, his golden eyes glowing as he looked down at them.

Disappointment etched across his features, his commanding presence magnified by the stillness that enveloped the now dead forest.

“Mind your actions,” His cold voice rang out. There was no anger, no rise in tone—just pure, cold indifference that stung more than any shout could.

None of them wanted to speak, not because they feared punishment, but because their father had never been cruel to them. The mere thought of disappointing him after everything he had done for them ate away at them.

He had always been a role model in their lives, his care for them unrivaled. He had taught them, guided them, and protected them since the moment they were born.

Even when he showed his strict side, it was always to ensure they grew stronger, to prepare them for greatness.

And now, to see him look at them with such cold indifference, as though they weren’t worthy of being his children—it made their hearts sink.

“I…” Reya finally managed to whisper, though her voice cracked. She wanted to explain, to justify, but the words felt hollow even before they left her lips.

What excuse could they offer the man who had given them so much?

“Afraid?” His golden eyes glowed faintly as they swept over his children.

“Is this really how you’ve grown after everything I’ve given you? Losing is one thing—but what disappoints me most is how you carried yourselves.”

Reya clenched her fists tightly, tears threatening to spill but refusing to fall.

The Evil Monarch sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, the gesture making him seem, for a fleeting moment, less like a godlike figure and more like a tired father who just wanted to teach his kids a lesson.

Without another word, he waved his hand. A faint ripple of energy surrounded the trio, and in an instant, they vanished, teleported to safety.

Reign raised an eyebrow, watching the display closely. The evil monarch seemed to resemble Draven at first glance, but his eyes were different—golden pupils with red sclera, unlike the usual white.

The more he examined it, the less real it seemed. It looked more like an artifact than a real eyeball.

His attention then shifted to the evil monarch’s attire. It was clear the monarch was covered in artifacts—rings, bracelets, even the formal coat and shoes were infused with them.

It was obvious he had come prepared for potential fight and had not underestimated Reign in the slightest.

While he was scrutinizing his own father, the evil monarch did the same .

‘Who is this demon?’ Raiden muttered to himself. He could tell that Reign was in no way weaker than him.

‘I was sure this world couldn’t produce such powerful beings. So where did this thing come from?’ he added.

As both father and son sized each other up, Reign broke the silence.

“Tell me, was that an act, or do you really love your children?” he asked.

Raiden was momentarily shocked by the question. It was so unexpected, something he didn’t anticipate hearing from a demon.

“Why do you care?” he asked.

Reign let out a sadistic chuckle. “I was asking so I can give them your last words.”

SWOOOSH.

Asher vanished from his spot and appeared directly in front of Raiden, gripping his iconic Skull Grinder.

He swung it toward the neck area, but before the blow could land, the evil monarch teleported away, narrowly avoiding the strike.

‘He’s too fast,; Raiden muttered, his eyes narrowing.

If it hadn’t been for his artifact, which automatically teleported him when he was in danger of dying, his head would have been cleanly severed.

This was the real secret to his overwhelming power. Unlike what everyone believed, that he could copy the skills of others, what he had been doing all this time was taking inspiration from them and inventing artifacts that could emulate those abilities.

“I can’t believe you dodged that. I was already imagining slicing your head off,” Reign chuckled cruelly, his Skull Grinder resting on his shoulder.

He discovered that as long as he didn’t release his aura, he could use his abilities in a controlled manner without any issues.

“Who are you, and where did you come from?” Raiden asked, raising his right hand, each finger adorned with five rings, holding a unique ability.

“Answer me,” He attempted to use mind control to get an answer, but Reign’s power was so overwhelming that it didn’t even faze him.

“You think you can temper with my mind?” Reign sneered in contempt.

Having surpassed the Demon God level, his soul and willpower had reached a point where not even the void could easily affect them. In comparison, his father’s mind control was a joke—something that only worked on weak humans.

Raiden, realizing he was dealing with a complete psychopath, sighed heavily. He couldn’t use his full power, as it would disrupt the magnetic forces of the world and destroy it. The same applied to his enemy.

The only difference was that Reign didn’t care at all if the world was destroyed. After his mother’s death, there was no one left in this place who mattered to him.

“Hey, I heard you gave all your wives a good life and all the wealth they could possibly imagine. Is that true? I even heard you made them immortals?” Reign asked. His tone was meant to be mocking, but a trace of bitterness slipped through.

Raiden narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Again with the personal questions… And why do you know so much about me?”

SWOOOSH.

Reign closed the gap in an instant and swung his weapon.

The evil monarch barely had time to react, teleporting just in time to avoid the blow. But Reign was already chasing, striking again and again, never giving him a moment to breathe.

“How about you answer me first? Did you really give all your wives a good life? Did you make them immortal? ” Reign scorned, his voice dripping with malice.