Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Once ready, he walked toward the group. His steps were slow and natural, blending in without drawing attention.

One of the angels, a wiry man with short blonde hair, turned toward him.

"Where were you, Seriel?" he asked. "We've been waiting for you."

Reign didn't hesitate. The dead angel's voice was already memorized.

"Just needed some air," he said, forcing a small smile. His tone matched perfectly.

The angel—who the others had called Varel—nodded and turned back to the group without a second thought.

Just like that, Reign was in.

The group sat in a loose circle.Some stretched their wings, others rubbed at their tired eyes.

No one even glanced at Reign again, too caught up in their own conversation.

"We need to reach the capital fast," muttered one of them, a tall angel with deep-set eyes named Orphas.

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "If we don't report this soon, we'll be blamed if that monster destroy more cities."

A second angel scoffed. "A warning? Our city's gone, and we barely escaped with our lives because of that thing," said Erelion, crossing his arms tightly.

"That thing was too strong," Orphas muttered again, voice quieter this time. "I don't even think the high-ranking angels could beat it."

Before he could say more, another lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him up .

"Watch your mouth," he snapped, fury burning in his golden eyes. "You dare speak such blasphemy?"

Orphas didn't fight back. He just stared, tense, his lips pressing into a thin line.

The hot headed angel held him there for a moment, breathing heavily, before shoving him back with a scowl.

"Tsk," he scoffed, turning away. "You sound like a coward, Orphas."

His eyes landed on Reign.

"What are you looking at, Seriel?" he snapped. "Don't tell me you believe that we—the chosen beings of the Creator—would be defeated by those monsters!"

"Of course not," Reign responded smoothly, flashing a casual smile. "We should gather our forces and make them regret ever invading us."

His tone was steady, confident—enough to sound convincing without trying too hard.

The angel narrowed his eyes and relaxed slightly.

"He's right," Zathiel muttered, nodding. "Once we regroup, we'll show them why we are the superior race."

A few others murmured in agreement, while some remained quiet, thinking more rationally.

Lilith and Lucifer's army had already taken hold, stretching the angel's forces thin.

Now, with another threat emerging, things were getting even more complicated.

'What a bunch of idiots,' Reign chuckled inwardly.

These guys were unbelievable. So stupid, so naive, it made him pity them.

He just ate one of their own, stole his identity, and slipped right into their little circle—yet here they were, spilling their plans like he was their closest ally.

Honestly, the sheer level of stupidity gave him the urge to crack open their skulls and check if they even had brains.

And if they did? Well, maybe he'd take a bite, just to see if using them was ever an option.

But no—patience. He need to play along a little longer.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait . The group started traveling again, and along the way, he picked up some useful information.

The reason their journey was taking so long was simple—they were heading directly to the capital, skipping the other cities along the way.

That bit of news left him slightly disappointed. He had hoped to destroy one city after another, carving a path of total massacre before reaching the main event.

Oh well. Nothing was stopping him from backtracking later.

Once he took out the big guys, he could always circle back and finish the job.

'Who should I kill first? The angels or Lilith?' Reign wondered, tapping his chin as he flew alongside the clueless fools.

It wasn't a question of if he would win—because, honestly, losing wasn't even on the table.

He could not, for the life of him, picture such scenario. His brain simply refused to process such nonsense.

The real dilemma was who to deal with first.

'How about Lilith? She's been around for way too long after betraying me. I should make her suffer right away… but if she dies too fast, I won't be able to enjoy it.'

While still mulling over the best order to kill his targets, the capital city finally came into view.

It was massive—at least a hundred times bigger than the last one.

The sheer scale made it impossible to see where it ended.

Surrounding the city were lush, rolling hills, their green depths cut by winding rivers and cascading waterfalls.

Thick, white clouds wrapped around the city's edges like a protective veil, parting only to reveal the fortified walls lined with massive cannons.

The golden domes and towering structures shimmered under the sunlight, exuding an almost untouchable aura of purity.

Above it all, a rainbow arched across the sky in a perpetual state.

Reign chuckled to himself. It really was a shame. Such a breathtaking place, soon to be nothing but ruins.

For now though, he decided to go with the flow and enter the city alongside the others.

No need to rush—he had all the time in the world.

He wanted to see for himself how these beings lived in this so-called paradise.

"Stop! What happened?"

A group of armored angels intercepted them mid-flight.

Their weapons gleamed under the golden light, and their presence radiated authority.

Reign's eyes flicked to their armor. The insignia on their chest plates differed from his own, likely a way to distinguish which city or region they belonged to.

His robe bore a triangle with a sun at its center.

In contrast, these angels wore a symbol of a circle, also containing a sun, but larger and more refined.

"We have urgent news! A monster destroyed our city, so we couldn't send a distress signal in time."

The other group's leader's expression turned serious immediately. He gestured for them to follow him into the city for more details.