Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 583

Chapter 583: Reign of Terror
He laughed maniacally as he darted through space, leaving a trail of death destruction in his path.

His wings crackled with red lightning, and his dark energy radiated, making him visible even from afar.

With each seconds, he unleashed a barrage of devastating attacks, sending down beams of crimson energy that disintegrated everything they touched. He was hellbent on continuing his reign of terror,

On the ground, chaos and destruction took over. Entire cities were destroyed in seconds.

Buildings fell apart, bridges collapsed, and once-busy cities turned into piles of rubble and ash. The screams of people filled the air, mixed with the sound of fires raging everywhere.

Families huddled together in the dark, cold bomb shelters, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

A mother clutched her daughter tightly, rocking back and forth as she whispered softly into the girl’s ear.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. We’re safe here. The monarch will not let us all die,”

But her heart pounded in her chest, her words feeling hollow even as she spoke them.

She could hear the muffled booms from above, each one louder than the last, making the walls vibrate and the ceiling dust down onto their heads.

Across the small room, her husband stood near the entrance, his ear pressed against the metal door. His jaw was set tight, and his fists were clenched at his sides.

Beside her husband, an older man, sat silently, staring at the floor. His eyes were glazed, lost in thoughts of his family—his wife and grandchildren—who had been in the city when the attack began.

BOOOOOM!

Another explosion, this one so close it made the door rattle violently, sent a collective gasp through the group. The children started crying, their fear breaking through the fragile calm their parents tried to maintain.

“Mommy, I’m scared,” the girl whimpered, burying her face in her mother’s shoulder.

“I know, sweetheart…I know.”

Just then, the shelter trembled under a massive shockwave, and the ground began to collapse beneath them. The ceiling also cracked, and pieces of concrete began to fall.

Her husband yelled, “Everyone get down!”

But it was too late. The walls buckled, the door burst open, and flames engulfed them all.

Up above earth, Raiden chased after his psychopathic son, desperation showing in every move he made.

He pushed himself to his limits, using all his strength and speed, but Reign was just too fast.

In space, without air to slow things down, Reign zipped around like a light that couldn’t be caught.

“You won’t get away with this!” Raiden shouted, teleporting ahead of Reign, only to grasp at his afterimage. He unleashed a barrage of attacks—beams of energy, blasts of lightning, waves of force—but none of them could even graze his son.

Reign turned to look at him, his eyes gleaming with joy. He treated all of this as a game, his lack of guilt making it effortless for him to indulge his sadistic side.

“Aren’t you too slow, considering you’re supposed to be the strongest here?”

The evil monarch couldn’t help but curse inwardly. It was clear—Reign was beyond evil, a force of destruction with no remorse, no morality left in him. He just did whatever he wanted, without a second thought for the consequences.

“I hope you said goodbye to your children,” Reign sneered, raising his hands.

The evil monarch braced himself, preparing for another long-range attack.

But instead, dark red portals tore open, and a swarm of terrifying devil generals poured out.

Raiden didn’t have time to hesitate. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a powerful wave of energy, blasting the first wave of creatures back.

They crumbled, their bodies shattering into pieces—but within moments, the pieces began to twitch and reform, pulling themselves back together .

His eyes narrowed in frustration. “I can’t finish them off fast enough…”

The devils, countered attack .

One by one, they fired blasts of dark red energy, each one hitting with the force of a nuclear bomb.

He was forced onto the defensive, dodging, blocking, and absorbing the impact of the blasts as best he could. The air around him crackled with energy, each hit sending shockwaves through his body.

He tried to retaliate, but the sheer number of them, combined with their powerful attacks, left him little room to make a comeback.

‘This is impossible,’ Raiden muttered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. ‘All of them are demon god level!’

Just as Raiden was considering his next move, the space vibrated.

He looked forward and a sudden flash of light blinded him—The cannons unleashed its full power.

A dark red beam tore through the atmosphere and hitting the Pacific Ocean.

The force of the blast turned the water into vapor in an instant, a towering mist rising into the air as if the ocean had been consumed by the very core of the attack.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

It pierced straight through the Earth’s crust, diving deep into the core. The ground groaned, cracking, as the beam continued its journey to the other side of the planet.

Then, it happened.

The hole left by the beam began to fracture, cracks spreading out from the impact like spiderwebs. Mountains trembled, and volcanoes erupted, spewing molten lava into the sky.

Oceans boiled away, their waters evaporating into steam, rising into the sky in thick, billowing clouds. The earth trembled violently, gasping its final breath

What followed was inevitable.

BOOOOOOOM!

The force of the explosion sent shockwaves rippling through space, and fragments of rock and fire hurled outward in every direction, some pieces spinning wildly as they drifted away in the vacuum of space.

While some fragments collided directly with the Moon, obliterating it in an instant.

The silence that followed was unnerving, a haunting space filled with floating rocks where life had once thrived. The earth—no, the planet—was gone.

“What have you done…” Raiden was speechless, his voice barely a whisper.

No words could describe the storm of emotions swirling inside him—anger, disbelief, and a crushing sense of helplessness.

There was no way his children, his grandchildren, and his wives could have survived such an attack.

“I suppose I got a little carried away,” Reign scratched his head.