Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Reign kept his expression neutral as he landed to the ground, and followed the group in accordance to the warrior's orders.

Every step forward brought them closer to the towering golden gates of the capital, where the air itself felt lighter, charged with divine energy.

However, the armored angels led them away from the main entrance, diverting them toward a structure just outside the gates

At its center was a vast pool of shimmering water, its surface perfectly still.

"Get in" the leading angel declared.

'A test?'

He glanced at the others, subtly gauging their reactions.

Most of them carried on without a care.

But a few wore different expressions.

Their eyes flickered with unease, their lips pressed into tight lines. Some clenched their fists, while others cast wary glances toward the pool.

Reign recognized them. They were the ones he had overheard earlier—the ones who had spoken negatively about the situation in Heaven.

'This is interesting'

He had initially assumed that it tested only divine energy, confirming whether someone was holy or not.

But now, he wasn't so sure.

Fortunately, he was standing farther back in the group, giving him the perfect opportunity to observe before stepping in himself.

One by one the angels bodies submerged.

The water rippled around them, glowing faintly.

When the first batch emerged , their bodies looked revitalized, their divine energy shimmering even brighter than before.

And their face, once etched with fear and worry, became stoic.

The second wave stepped forward, preparing to enter the pool.

This time, something different happened.

A sharp, wet hiss cut through the silence.

Reign's eyes flicked toward the water just as several angels recoiled, their bodies seizing in violent spasms.

Where the shimmering water touched their skin, blisters and burned.

Nearby warriors rushed in, gripping the afflicted angels and pulling them away from the water before they could suffer further.

A high-ranking angel stepped forward, and began examining the body.

"Take them to that place. They are lacking devotion and trust."

The phrase sent a ripple of unease through the remaining angels.

No one dared to speak against the order, but he noticed the brief glances exchanged between a few of them—nervous, hesitant.

Whatever "that place" was, it didn't sound pleasant.

Reign's fingers twitched at his side.

Did these angels waver in their faith? Were they corrupted in some way?

'Is it holy water that will burn beings that has negative and evil thoughts?'

He almost wanted to test it right away, just to see the results.

Would it merely reject him, burning him like the others?

Or would he dissolve like cotton candy the second he touched it?

Because, let's be honest—he was pretty damn evil.

He was so evil, they'd have to rewrite the damn dictionary just to keep up.

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Evil : morally wrong, wicked, sinful.

See also: malevolent, nefarious, diabolical, and—"

Reign : A level of evil so sickening that it was almost too hard to comprehend.

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Honestly, they should just carve his name into stone and put it in the archives.

Future generations would look back and say,

Ah yes, classic Reign-level deed or action. Truly despicable.

Back to the present, he was jolted from his wicked thoughts when an angel clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"Come, Seriel. It's our turn,"

Reign didn't argue. He simply followed the protocol.

The moment the water touched his skin, a sharp, searing pain shot through him.

'Ah. So it was that kind of water.'

But while the pool attempted to hurt him—or burn him, more like—his body was far too tough to show any outward reaction.

His flesh didn't blister, his skin didn't smoke. The pain was there, crawling beneath his surface like fire licking at his soul, but he refused to acknowledge it.

Instead, he maintained a perfect poker face as he copied the way the others let the water "rejuvenate" them.

By the time he stepped out, he was already drying off, completely unscathed.

A nearby angel gave a nod of approval. "Well done. You've passed. Stay steadfast in your devotion, and greater blessings will follow."

Reign exhaled, pretending to feel relieved.

'Well, that was uneventful,' he sighed, shaking the lingering sting from his hands.

He expected more—much more, really. Something grand.

Maybe the water would sizzle and evaporate into a cloud of mist the moment it touched him, like he was so evil that the very concept of purity would just give up and vanish in shame.

Instead? It was just like taking a somehow hotter shower.

Still, he had to give them credit. The test could have worked. On someone less powerful and stupid.

Too bad for them, he was anything but that.

With the trial behind him, he straightened and followed the rest inside.

Time to see what other little surprises this city had in store.

After the test, they were finally allowed to enter.

The city's grand structures loomed around them, bathed in golden light.

Towering spires pierced the sky, their polished surfaces reflecting the ever-present radiance of this so-called paradise.

The streets were pristine, lined with smooth, white stone and bustling with divine beings going about their duties.

But the angels? They were too unnatural.

It was like they were all moving on autopilot, their expressions as flat and emotionless as stone statues—perfectly in line with the soulless purity they apparently swore by.

'So this is the so-called paradise, huh?' he muttered, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. 'They're just boring...'

'But it's not like they don't have any emotions," he mused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

'They just need some... stimulation. I'll help them later. For now, though...' His gaze lifted.

In the distance, stood a towering structure.

A castle? No, it resembled an oversized cathedral more than anything.

The stained-glass windows sparkled even from this far away, their intricate paintings shimmering in the light.

Four grand towers rose on each side, each crowned with a massive bell, the kind that could be heard echoing across the land.

The energy, he realized, was coming from there.

Something—someone—was strong enough to make him feel threatened.

It was even stronger than when he fought Ra at his peak, and that said a lot, considering that he had gotten a power-up since then.

'This is getting more fun,'