Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 585

Chapter 585: Reign of Terror Part 3
Silence followed.

Raiden was gone. He had sacrificed everything, even his life, to end the cycle of death and destructions that would continue if he allowed his son to live.

He honestly believed that Reign was an existence that had to be exterminated, no matter the cost.

However–

From within the drifting debris, Reign emerged, unscathed.

‘That idiot almost got me,’ he muttered, floating among the ruins.

Raiden’s suicide attack was powerful—devastating even—but Reign’s arsenal of life-saving abilities had spared him at the last moment.

Funny enough, he had already forgotten the countless lives he had taken and the family members he had murdered. Having no sense of guilt made him more dangerous.

‘But to think he would actually kill himself… he could have helped me go back first before dying,’ he sighed, frustration lingering in his voice.

If there was one thing troubling him, it was not knowing what to do next.

The system no longer responded to his calls. He wasn’t even sure if he still had it.

And the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like the system had abandoned him.

‘Well, at least I get to keep this awesome body,’ he muttered, forcing a chuckle, and trying to find some silver lining.

‘I should find a place to stay. I can’t just keep floating around in space,’ he glanced around.

In the distance, his eyes caught sight of a faint red glow—a planet far away.

“Mars,” he said with a smirk, focusing on the distant world.

‘It might look far, but with my speed, I could probably reach it in an hour or two,’

Unlike his projectiles, his body couldn’t handle the strain of transforming into pure light—so he had to limit his speed.

So, with that in mind, he launched himself forward, accelerating rapidly.

The void of space stretched endlessly around him, debris blurring slightly as his speed increased.

Mars grew larger in his view with every passing second, its reddish hue standing out against the dark expanse.

Traveling at such speeds was exhilarating, but the silence of space only amplified the weight of his thoughts—or rather, the absence of them.

Regret, guilt, or doubt vanished from his mind. All that mattered now was reaching his destination and deciding what to do next.

As he approached the red planet, the thin atmosphere loomed ahead like a hazy barrier.

He was entering faster than any spacecraft would dare, the shockwave of his movement causing the sky to burn behind him.

But before he decided on a landing spot, he paused, his eyes catching something in the surface.

“Are those buildings?” he muttered, eyes narrowing in disbelief.

He had not expected to find such a structure on Mars.

Wind howled past him, the atmosphere offering just enough resistance to give him control as he redirected his flight.

SWOOOOSH!

It grew clearer the closer he got, its towering structures looking oddly out of place against the red, desolate backdrop of the planet.

The city rose like a round oasis of steel and glass in the heart of the Martian desert.

The buildings were sleek and modern, their shiny metal surfaces reflecting the weak sunlight. They stood out against the rough, red terrain, with their sharp, geometric shapes seeming almost unnatural.

At the center, a massive dome-like structure dominated the skyline, its surface reflecting the light.

Surrounding it, smaller but equally impressive structures spread in a labyrinth of interconnecting bridges and platforms,

Pools of water—rare and precious—glimmered near the outskirts, their unnatural presence a testament to the city’s advanced engineering.

“Wow, this is an actual city!” he exclaimed, surprised by what he was seeing.

But before he could get any closer, the city’s defense system activated.

The metal ground beneath began to vibrate, and from the surface, dozens of large high tech looking cannons protruded, their barrels aimed directly at him.

Beams of light rained down on him, but they were weak—nothing he couldn’t handle.

With a simple swipe of his hand, he slapped them away.

The city’s defenses continued firing, but he barely acknowledged them, the energy attacks now little more than an afterthought as he pressed on toward his destination.

‘How long was I gone on Earth? They’ve already colonized Mars,’ he muttered, disbelief creeping into his voice.

More and more people emerged from the city. They wore advanced power suits designed to help them breathe in Mars’ thin atmosphere, their guns raised.

Reign could sense their fear, their nervousness rippling through the air.

He couldn’t really blame them. After all, he had just destroyed Earth and killed the most powerful person who had led it to prosperity.

“Listen. I don’t think it’s a smart idea to point those little toys of yours at me. One wrong move, and I might get pissed enough to destroy this planet too.”

The armed personnel’s froze, their fingers tightening around the triggers of their guns, but they didn’t dare pull them.

Fear flashed across their faces as they looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

One of them, a woman in a sleek blue power suit, stepped forward cautiously. She lifted her head nervously to the sky.

“Please don’t kill us. We surrender,” the woman cried, falling to her knees. She knew, deep down, that the monster standing before them was not bluffing.

Others followed her lead, some reluctantly, others without hesitation, dropping to their knees in submission.

The thought of facing such monster—after what he had already done—kept them on the ground, hoping that surrendering might spare them from the same fate Earth had suffered.

“What is this place?” he demanded answers.

The woman who had spoken earlier quickly responded.

“This is the first colony on Mars… we—” she faltered, struggling to keep her composure.

“We’ve been here for years, tasked to build…” she paused, realizing her mistake.

“Build what?”

The woman swallowed hard, regretting her blunder.

“Answer me, or else…” his voice dropped.

“I…” She glanced nervously at the others, but they were also too afraid to speak.

There was no room for mistakes now—not with someone like him.

“We… we were tasked to build a portal !”