Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 607

Chapter 607: Close to Perfection
Ra’s breath came in ragged gasps. His body trembled as his vision blurred, the world around him fading into a haze.

However, he could still hear his evil version talking.

That mocking, condescending voice.

“You’re fucking weak.”

Forcing himself to speak, he choked out, “W… Why are you doing this?”

A low chuckle escaped Reign’s throat. “Because I love it. What else am I supposed to do with all this power? Play hero? Save people?”

Ra clenched his fists. Reign possessed the power to save lives, and he chose to be a monster.

It was unfair—unforgivable—how he wasted his strength on destruction.

“What happens after you destroy everything? Will you just live in isolation your whole life? That’s a really lonely path,” Ra spat, a hint of defiance filled his words.

“I don’t really care. Right now, I just enjoy breaking people. And after I’m done with you, I’ll wipe out everyone you love. As for that angel… I’ll make sure she gets special treatment.”

Something inside Ra cracked.

His grip on restraint—on control—shattered like glass.

A searing golden aura erupted from his body, not just radiating outward but pulling—dragging—the very essence of life toward him.

A sharp, gut-wrenching wail tore through the air as, one by one, people in the city began to die.

The weak fell first. Those already drained, barely clinging to life. Their bodies convulsed before going limp, sacrificed in an instant.

Power flooded his veins, filling every fiber of his being.

BOOOOOM!

His fist connected, sending Reign hurtling through the sky.

But he wasn’t done.

With a single thought, hundreds of thousands of golden blades erupted from the ground, rising like a vast golden rice field.

The air shrieked as they shot forward, relentless like a hail of bullets. Each one pulsed with divine energy—faster, sharper, deadlier than ever before.

Reign barely had time to react before the first wave struck.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions of light tore through the sky, each impact powerful enough to level mountains.

He twisted midair, dodging some, but too many closed in.

For the first time, he was truly being pushed despite trying.

And he loved it.

Even his good version—the one who clung to morals and restraint—could be this powerful, this ruthless when pushed to the breaking point.

“Finally,” Reign muttered, amusement thick in his voice. “Now you’re acting like me.”

Ra didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

With a flick of his wrist, his main golden staff rocketed forward, spiraling through the air, aimed straight for the heart.

SWOOSH!

The weapon tore through the air—

But—

Reign vanished, and reappeared above Ra and delivered a lightning-charged dropkick.

Ra raised his arms and crossed them in response.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact detonated outward, flattening everything in its radius.

Ra’s feet dug into the ground, arms trembling under the force. His golden aura flared violently as he struggled to hold his ground.

Reign’s smirk widened. He pressed down harder, dark red energy crackling around him like an unholy storm.

“Struggling already?” he taunted. “Come on, where’s that rage? Where’s that power?!”

Ra wanted to snap back, but he couldn’t.

He was outclassed in every possible way.

No matter how much power he borrowed, no matter how much he pushed himself—it wasn’t enough.

The cracks in his armor deepened, golden fragments breaking away like shattered glass.

THUD!

His knees buckled, and he collapsed, forced to kneel before Reign.

“I… I lost,” he whispered, the words burning like ash in his mouth.

Reign tilted his head, grinning. “Are you ready to die?”

“I am…But please… promise me one thing.”

Reign scoffed. “And what could that possibly be?”

Ra lifted his head, golden eyes burning despite his impending death.

“If you’re going to kill me—do it away from the city.” His gaze flickered toward the collapsed people, the ones barely clinging to life.

“They’ve suffered enough. Please spare them.”

“Even now, you’re thinking about them?” Reign shook his head. “You really are hopeless. But…”

He let out a long breath, rubbing his chin, considering it.

“Fine. I’ll grant you that much.”

Ra was stunned that the monster before him agreed.

Maybe—just maybe—there was a shred of mercy buried within it.

But that relief was short-lived.

A cold sensation spread through his chest.

Confusion flickered in his eyes as he glanced down.

A hand—Reign’s hand—buried deep in his torso.

And clutched within that merciless grip… was his heart…. his core.

He did not even seen it happen. One second, he was pleading. The next, he was dying.

Reign exhaled in amusement, squeezing the still pulsing organ. “You really are naive.”

He chuckled and shook his head as his grip tightened.

“Did you really think I’d keep my word?” His voice dripped with mockery. “You’re even more stupid than I thought.”

Without mercy—

He ripped Ra’s core from his chest.

Golden blood sprayed, dripping onto the shattered ground below.

Reign held up the core, watching it struggle, pulsing weakly in his grip.

Then, with a cruel smirk, he sank his teeth into it, letting his other self watch.

Ra’s entire body was frozen in horror. His mind refused to process what he was seeing—what he was feeling.

The gaping hole in his chest throbbed with pain, and the true agony came from the sight before him.

Reign chewed slowly, relishing every bite.

Meanwhile, Ra’s body began to break apart.

Deprived of its core, the energy that once shaped him faltered, dissolving into glimmering particles that scattered into the air.

At the same time, Reign felt it. A surge. A power unlike anything before.

It was just like when he had devoured Satan—but this time, it wasn’t just raw energy flooding into him.

Memories.

One after another, they crashed into his mind.

Every emotion, every thought, every moment of existence was seeping into Reign’s very being.

They weren’t just merging in power.

They were becoming one.

“Interesting… So this is how you lived. You really enjoyed it,” Reign chuckled to himself.

This was nowhere near enough to shake him.

The memories were too weak and would soon fade into nothing more than an afterthought.