Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 678

Chapter 678: Peak of the World 13
The radiant god walked ahead with a proud swagger, completely lost in his own victory.

His aura flashed brighter, lighting up the canyon walls. He carried himself with so much confidence that even the wind seemed to back off, like it didn’t want to interrupt his little celebration.

Solmir never looked back. Why would he? He had three medallions in his hand and power rushing through his body. In his mind, he’d already won everything. Nothing could touch him now.

Behind him, Reign followed quietly. His eyes glinted with amusement, thin glowing lines trailing behind him like fading scratches of light. The more his prey basked in victory, the sweeter the taste would be when he finally took everything away.

“I can finally become a highest god,” Solmir whispered to himself, grinning as if he’d just achieved something legendary.

After a while, Solmir finally reached the end of the canyon—where a single bronze golem stood waiting.

It was around twenty feet tall, shaped like a Spartan warrior with a round shield and a long spear. Its armor wasn’t just metal; it looked polished, almost alive, reflecting the storming winds around them.

Reign’s eyes narrowed.

He could feel it—an intense pressure coming from the bronze giant. This wasn’t just another guardian.

This one was on a completely different level.

However, Solmir—still drunk on power—didn’t sense even a hint of danger. His body burst into a bright glow, and thousands upon thousands of golden spears formed behind him like a shining wall of death.

“Pierce it!” he roared.

All of them shot forward at once, screaming through the air.

The statue moved—smooth, precise, almost disciplined. It raised its massive shield and braced itself, blocking the storm of glowing spears head-on.

Each impact rang through the canyon, loud enough to rattle the stones. Light splashed off the bronze surface, bouncing around the narrow walls like wild shrapnel.

Solmir’s grin vanished.

Even he had to hurriedly throw up a shield around himself as some of the reflected blasts came flying back at him.

And still, the bronze Spartan kept walking forward—unshaken, unbroken, step by heavy step.

Solmir frowned.

“That’s new,” he muttered. “Most things die when they’re supposed to.”

He lifted his arm, and the golden spears formed again, thicker and sharper. Thousands of them. Maybe tens of thousands. The sky behind him turned into a glowing forest of deadly light.

“Let’s see you block THIS!”

He fired everything.

The spears rushed forward, filling the canyon with blinding gold. The attacks crashed into the Spartan’s shield with the force of exploding bombs. Each impact shook the ground. The canyon walls cracked. Dust rained from above like a storm of sand.

But the Spartan didn’t stop.

It didn’t slow down.

Step.

Block.

Step.

Block.

It moved like a mountain that had decided walking was part of its nature.

Solmir’s eyes widened. “Impossible!”

He fired more. Bigger spears, thicker blasts, whirlwinds of light. The sky behind him went blank from how much energy he was burning.

The bronze Spartan raised its shield a little higher and simply walked through the storm.

Every hit bounced off the shield like sparks from a hammer striking metal. The glowing ricochets shot across the canyon and slammed into the cliffs hard enough to carve fresh scars into the rock.

“What are you made of…?” he growled. “Fine. Try this!”

He pressed both hands together, and golden light exploded around him. The air rippled as something massive formed above the canyon—a giant beam of light, thick as a castle tower, gathering strength from the sky itself.

Electricity sparked off it. The wind bent toward it. Even the canyon seemed to shake from the pressure.

This wasn’t just an attack.

It was the kind of power that could burn through a small planet.

Solmir raised his hand slowly, savoring the moment.

“Die under this.”

He brought his hand down, and the beam followed.

It dropped from the heavens like a divine sword.

The canyon turned white. The air vanished. The sound was so loud it felt like the world cracked in half. Dust exploded upward in a thick cloud, blotting out everything. The wind was blown away, cleared completely for the first time.

For a heartbeat, nothing moved.

And then the dust settled.

The bronze Spartan still stood there—shield raised, legs braced, feet dug into cracked stone. It had redirected the beam, tilting its shield at just the right angle.

The redirected beam blasted out of the canyon, carving a giant tunnel straight through the rock wall.

Solmir’s eyes went wide.

“That—! That should’ve erased you!”

But the Spartan didn’t respond.

It didn’t need to.

The message was already loud and clear:

Your greatest attacks mean nothing.

For the first time, Solmir felt something sharp in his chest.

Fear.

He looked at the hole the redirected beam had created—an escape path. A way out. The canyon walls beyond it were still glowing red from heat, but the path was open.

He could run.

He should run.

Solmir didn’t like the feeling, but he wasn’t stupid. He had medallions, power, and he could leave the canyon alive. He could return later. He could—

The ground shook.

He turned back just in time to see the Spartan move its spear.

It didn’t pull back like someone preparing to throw. It didn’t wind up or roar or show power. It simply threw the weapon with a clean motion—as if the action alone carried the force of a collapsing star.

The spear left the Spartan’s hand and the world bent.

A pull hit Solmir straight in the stomach—like gravity had suddenly doubled… then tripled… then cracked into something impossible. His body jerked forward.

“What—!?”

The space between him and the spear folded, dragging him toward it like a black hole.

Solmir tried to move back, but his legs wouldn’t respond. His arms felt like they were chained. The force yanked him forward again, harder.

“No—NO!”

He fought with everything he had. Golden light exploded around him. His aura flared like a dying star. He pushed energy into his limbs, into the air, into anything he could grab.