Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 653

Chapter 653: Godlike Master Part 4
A blinding dome of energy expanded outward, consuming entire districts in seconds. The ground split and buckled.

The city—once alive with laughter and lanterns—was reduced to a crater filled with fire and ash.

Kang hovered in the air, speechless.

“All those people…” he whispered. His voice cracked as the weight of it hit him. Hundreds of thousands—gone in an instant.

Reign floated beside him, arms crossed.

Kang’s legs trembled mid-air. He wanted to look away, but his eyes refused to close. His hands—still stained with blood—shook at his sides.

“I thought… this was supposed to be power,” he said, barely audible. “Not… this.”

Reign didn’t answer at first. The silence stretched, only broken by the wind sweeping ash into the sky.

Then came the cold reply:

“This is power, Kang. Real power doesn’t ask for permission. It takes everything.” Reign’s eyes glowed faintly in the dark.

“There will come a day when everyone—sects, kingdoms, gods—will look like ants in your eyes. This? This is just training.”

Kang’s lips trembled. “You did all of this… just to teach me?”

His voice cracked, torn between rage and disbelief. He couldn’t look at Reign anymore—not without feeling sick.

Countless lives, erased like nothing. For a lesson.

He clutched his head, chest heaving. His mind raced, searching for something to hold onto, but everything kept slipping.

Something inside him wanted to scream, to claw out of his own skin, to undo what had already been done.

***

***

***

Inside the Spirit Sect’s Main territory.

The tall tower that reached the clouds shook slightly, as if it felt something heavy in the air.

Lamps flickered in the halls, not from wind, but from a strange pressure that seemed to press against the walls.

In the throne hall, a middle age man sat alone. He wore black and gold robes, and his long gray hair showed his years of training and battle.

Scars crossed his face—proof of fights survived and enemies defeated. This man was known as the Supreme One, the leader of the Spirit Sect.

But tonight, he looked worried.

He opened his eyes. They glowed faintly gold. “What is this feeling?”

Before he could stand, the large doors flew open.

“Supreme One!” A group of elders rushed in.

“Our oracles collapsed all at once,” he said. “They cried out and started bleeding from their mouths. They spoke of a vision.”

Gasps echoed in the hall. The Spirit Sect’s oracles were not fighters, but they had the gift of seeing the future. For all of them to collapse was serious.

The Supreme One stood. “Bring them here. Now.”

A few minutes later, the doors opened again. Three old women were carried in on stretchers.

They wore gray robes, and their eyes were covered in bandages with runes.

Long ago, they had given up their sight to strengthen their gift of prophecy. Their skin was marked with small tattoos that helped control their powers.

They trembled and whispered as if talking to someone unseen.

The oldest oracle lifted her head. Her voice was rough. “We have a vision.”

He knelt in front of them. “Tell me what you saw.”

All three oracles spoke together.

“The sky burns… the earth shakes… the stars scream,” said the first.

“Blood of gods will flow. The bringer of absolute death will rise to take the living,” whispered the second.

“And you….,” the third said, “will die if you stand alone.”

Silence took over the room. The Supreme One stood at the peak of existence. For someone like him to be killed was blasphemy. Unthinkable.

“You speak of my death without fear.”

One oracle leaned forward. “We speak only truth. Death is close”

Another added, “A storm is coming. It has no shape, no end, no mercy. The world will break if we don’t unite against it.”

Before he could say anything, another elder ran into the hall, holding a scroll. He bowed.

“News from the Azure Path, the Dragon Sect, and the Runic Empire. All three have reported strange activity. Their Titled Ones have sensed something as well.”

The Supreme One narrowed his eyes. These sects were proud and rarely asked for help. For them to send a message—it meant things were bad.

The oldest oracle gasped. Her body trembled as she coughed up blood.

“Please, Supreme One,” she said weakly. “Join forces with the others. You’ll be at the center of the coming storm. And once you’re gone… this world will fall with you.”

Northern Territory — Azure Path

Snow blanketed the silent peaks as elders gathered in a circular hall carved from crystal and ice. Azure flames lit the chamber, flickering without heat.

An old woman stood at the center. Her long blue robe shimmered with runes, and her hair, pure white, floated slightly as if touched by static. She was the Grand Mistress of the Azure Path.

She held the Spirit Sect’s scroll in her hand, fingers tight around the seal.

“He called for a general meeting. This means our Seer’s words were true. We have to join with the others to face this catastrophic threat. ”

One of the younger elders frowned. “Are we really going to move based on a vision?”

The Grand Mistress turned to him. “Yes. Especially since that vision appeared in many sects. Seers might glimpse the future but it’s usually confusing, and there’s always a chance it won’t happen. But this time, it was too clear. It means the future is already set in stone.”

The others didn’t speak right away. Their faces showed a mix of doubt, fear, and acceptance.

Eastern Border — Lightning Sword Sect

In a fortress built into a cliffside, lightning danced along the railings. The air crackled with pressure.

Inside a metal chamber, seven sword masters stood in silence. Each wore armor forged from rare metal.

The Grand Swordmaster unrolled the scroll, then tossed it onto the table.

“A world-ending threat. A force that will break balance. And a request for unity.”

A warrior scoffed. “We have stood alone for centuries. The Spirit Sect is overreacting.”

The Grand Swordmaster didn’t flinch. “I’ve felt it too. You all have. Don’t let your ego cloud your judgement.”

He sheathed his blade and stepped down. “Prepare the flying mounts. We’re riding to the central at dawn.”

This was happening all across the continent, showing just how serious the situation was.