Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 639

Chapter 639: Suppression 3
He leaned back into the throne, watching them with interest. With a flick of his hand, a barrier of glowing light surrounded the angels, trapping them inside.

One desperate angel tried to escape. He flapped his wings and soared toward the ceiling, aiming for freedom.

“”Idiot,” Reign sneered, snapping his fingers.

The barrier’s surfaced move, transforming into a sharp weapon of light .Laser-like beams teared through the angel’s body, until his body evaporated into nothing.

What was even more horrifying was what happened next.

The particles—what little remained—gathered together, drawn toward Reign, and were absorbed by him.

“You angels are so quick to make stupid decisions. I gave you a simple choice: kill or be killed. Is that really so hard to understand?”

Before he finished sizing up the remaining angels, another one exploded. The angel’s body disintegrated, scattered into a cloud of golden dust just like the last one.

“See what you made me do?”

The remaining archangels were silent, their anger, their fear, their frustration all bubbling beneath the surface.

BOOM!

Another angel’s body disintegrated . The sound echoed in the hall, a sickening reminder of their future.

They knew what was coming. His cruel game, his twisted need to see them emotionally break.

But they refused to give him the satisfaction. They wouldn’t dance to his tune, wouldn’t let him revel in their suffering.

So, they stood there, side by side, waiting for the end.

That was until Gabriel made his move.

His sword cut through the air with a sickening swish. The first angel didn’t even have time to scream as the blade sank into her chest, the force of the strike pushing her backward.

Blood exploded from the wound, spraying in every direction as her eyes widened in disbelief.

Gabriel didn’t give his other siblings a chance to recover from the shock.

In one motion, he pulled the sword free and struck again, cutting through their neck.

Their head fell from their shoulders, bouncing across the floor with a dull thud. Their body crumpled like a rag doll, blood pooling around it, staining the marble.

He turned to face Reign.

Eyes filled with hatred and disgust. Every inch of his expression showed what words couldn’t.

Reign sat comfortably on the throne, legs crossed, head tilted with a mocking smile.

He rested his chin on his knuckles, watching Gabriel like someone studying a bug trapped in a jar.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Reign asked, voice sharp, fake confusion on his face. “You’re the one who killed them.”

“YOU MADE ME DO IT!” Gabriel’s voice cracked as he shouted, rage and grief tangled in his throat. “NOW BE TRUE TO YOUR WORDS AND SET ME FREE!”

As long as he could live, there was still a chance for revenge.

He had chosen revenge over love. And now, all he could do was carry the weight of it and keep moving.

Reign tilted his head back and laughed. He dragged his hand down his face like he was wiping away tears.

“Set you free?” he scoffed. “You actually believed that?”

Gabriel’s body trembled.

Then, without warning, his divine aura erupted—wild, and unstable.

Light burst from his back, forming fractured wings that flickered in and out, like a flame struggling in a storm.

“YOU GAVE YOUR WORD!”

BOOOOM!

A deafening shockwave tore through the hall as Gabriel’s divine energy continued to rise—but this time, it wasn’t the pure gold light of Heaven. It twisted. Warped.

The glow deepened, darkened into a burning crimson, threaded with black veins of corrupted light.

Reign’s eyes lit up, a grin crawling across his face.

‘Interesting,’ he muttered, watching the change ripple through Gabriel’s wings and skin.

“Is this what happens when an angel turns on his own?”

Gabriel didn’t answer. His mind was drowned in rage and resentment. There was no room left for reason—only the burning urge to kill.

“ARGGGHH!” he roared, voice cracking as he charged.

In a flash, he was in front of Reign, aiming straight for the neck—full force, no hesitation.

A clean, vicious swing. Fast enough to create after images.

CLANG!

The sound rang out like metal hitting stone.

Reign hadn’t even moved from his throne. He sat there, back relaxed, one leg over the other. His hand was raised—only two fingers held up.

They stopped the blade.

The black sword trembled against his fingers, sparks flying from the contact point. Gabriel pushed with everything he had, muscles shaking, veins glowing. But the blade wouldn’t budge. It was stuck—like the air itself had frozen around Reign.

Reign glanced at the edge of the weapon. Then at Gabriel’s furious face.

“Was that it?” he asked, almost bored. “You looked so angry. I expected something more… epic.”

Gabriel’s teeth clenched. His wings flared again, ready to strike a second time.

But Reign moved first. Not with a swing—just a flick.

Two fingers. That’s all it took.

The sword shattered like glass.

And Gabriel flew backward, slammed into the wall . Dust and pieces of stone rained down, burying part of his body.

Reign sighed and leaned back on the throne, brushing dust from his shoulder.

“Disappointing. I was hoping you’d be more entertaining than the others.”

He stood up now, finally, stretching like someone waking from a nap.

“You’re not even worth killing fast.

Gabriel groaned under the rubble, blood dripping from his mouth. He tried to rise—but Reign was already in front of him, hand outstretched.

“And to think,” Reign muttered, gripping him by the throat and lifting him into the air like he weighed nothing, “you actually killed your own siblings so you can have chance for revenge? With what power?”

Gabriel struggled, kicking against the pressure, but Reign’s grip didn’t budge.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret. I absorbed every single one of them…I’ll bring them back—only this time, they’ll serve me. Forever. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

“Why are you doing this? Why do you want to destroy everything?” he forced the words out, barely above a whisper.