Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 629

Chapter 629: Forsaken vs Forbidden 1
Lucifer’s arm dropped to his side. That smug look faded.

“You absorbed it…” he muttered. “You ate the Divine Eater…”

The artifact his father—easily the strongest being he had ever known—once warned him about.

The one sealed away because it was too dangerous to use against the divines.

Was swallowed like it was just a slushy?

Reign rolled his neck, a loud pop echoing through the sky as he flexed his hands. “Guess it’s not that powerful,”

Lucifer flared his wings, shadows rippling from the tips. The black sky above groaned, twisted, and pulled open into a swirling gate of pure darkness.

From it, the outline of a massive blade began to emerge—jagged, ancient, humming with cursed power.

Lucifer was getting more serious.

Reign’s new form was too powerful. The devil didn’t know how it happened, but somehow, the two opposite elements had fused into one.

That made his opponent even more dangerous—his attacks will now become more unpredictable and flexible, shifting between forces that were never meant to work together.

‘How did he do it? ‘Lucifer wondered.

When he was cast out of Heaven, he had to give up his divine energy.

He spent thousands of years trying to reclaim what he lost, even going as far as kidnapping angels, forcing unions, and creating offspring, all in the hope of merging the two forces again.

But it never worked.

Each result leaned to one side. Never both.

So now, watching someone else wield the very balance he had chased for ages—it cut deeper than any blade.

It wasn’t just envy.

It was personal.

It bruised the one thing he valued above all: his pride.

‘Did Father really give this random nobody the power to control all elements?’

‘Why?’

‘There were so many better candidates… and I was his most talented son…’

Lucifer’s jaw tightened as he gritted his teeth. The thought burned more than any flame.

Old insecurities clawed their way back up—ones he’d buried under centuries of power and pride.

In the end, his rebellion had never been about justice, or freedom, or some grand vision.

It was about recognition.

All he ever wanted was his Father’s approval. And when he didn’t get it, he chose to burn the throne instead.

Now someone else stood where he should’ve been.

And that—that—was something he couldn’t forgive.

“I was saving this little trick for later… but I suppose Lilith will understand,” Lucifer spat out.

“I’ll tear the truth out of you after I’ve crushed you,” Lucifer snarled. “You will tell me how you merged all those elements… every last secret.”

He raised both hands, and in an instant, black flames and a dark aura surged around him, swallowing his body in eternal darkness.

It was almost poetic—Lucifer, once called the Lightbringer, now drawing all his strength from pure darkness.

And then, out of nowhere, nearly half a million-winged humanoids, forged from black flames, materialized in the sky.

They were a vast army—knights in obsidian armor, hunters and archers with shadowed bows, and warriors whose weapons crackled with dark energy.

Lucifer’s voice rang out, cool and confident.

“Don’t look so shocked. This is just one of the abilities of the Divine Eater. Everything it burns, everything it touches, becomes… its eternal soldiers.”

He grinned, eyes glinting with amusement. “Normally, summoning this many would take… a bit of effort. But I’ve transcended the norms, I’m playing on a whole new level now.”

“HAHAHAHA!” Reign laughed loudly, clutching his stomach, unable to hide his emotions.

“You want to fight me with an army?” Reign asked, raising an eyebrow as if trying to make sure Lucifer wasn’t just playing games. “Idiot. You can’t beat me at my own game.”

BOOOOOM!

Reign’s aura expanded again.

Flame. Lightning. Death. Shadow. And more. All of it merged into a single, stable force, pulsing with raw power. The space around him trembled, cracks forming in the air itself—until the veil shattered completely.

And then they appeared.

Over ten million black and golden soldiers flooded into view. Each one forged from a different element combination—fire, ice, thunder, and many more

Their diversity was overwhelming, their presence crushing. Compared to them, Lucifer’s army looked like toy soldiers lined up for pretend war.

Reign glanced at the stunned expression on Lucifer’s face.

“See…” he said, raising his hand as the elemental army stood at attention. “This… is an army.”

“Did Father give you this power too?” Lucifer asked, his voice low as he swallowed hard.

Reign caught the flicker of doubt in his eyes—and decided to play more games.

“Well,” Reign shrugged, pretending to think deeply, “he practically begged me to take it. I even told him I was already powerful enough, but no—he insisted I deserved more.”

He grinned, eyes locked on Lucifer.

“Really generous, that old man. Makes you wonder why he was so stingy with you.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Lucifer’s army shot forward, dark flaming wings tearing through the sky.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. The mockery. The jabs. The truth behind those words.

His father had always been his soft spot.

And Reign had hit it dead center.

Now, pride and pain fused into rage as he sent everything, he had straight at the one who stood where he believed he should’ve been.

Reign smiled widely . He sent out his weaker soldiers first, using them to test the waters.

The black flames tore through them with ease, burning everything in their path. But something caught his attention—the fallen didn’t return to him.

They were gone.

Wiped out completely.

He stopped sending them in blindly and began ordering long-range attacks instead.

Bolts of lightning, waves of fire, blades of wind, bursts of ice—his forces overwhelmed the enemy with sheer numbers and range.

For a solid minute, the sky lit up with flashing colors—fire clashed with ice, lightning danced through clouds of smoke, and explosions echoed across the battlefield.

It was chaos. Pure, elemental chaos.

And Reign stood in the center of it all, calmly watching his army tear through Lucifer’s.

“Lucifer,” he called out, casually tapping his chin, “you might want to step it up a bit. Right now, you’re just proving your father right for kicking you out like a dog.”