Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 681

Chapter 681: Peak of the World 16
However, he wouldn’t use any of that.

Not the watch that froze eternity.Not the Grail that rewrote reality.Not Lucifer’s soul-eating flame.

Reign wanted to see—to measure Solmir’s new power without interference, without shortcuts, without gods whispering in his ear.

His grin widened. “Divine Creation.”

The words struck the air like a commandment.

Golden light erupted from Reign’s angelic form, exploding outward in layered waves that folded and refolded into themselves.

Feathers of molten brilliance spiraled upward as if called from every forgotten heaven. The temperature spiked—the kind that cooked atmospheres and bent sanctified matter.

Armor formed around him, piece by piece, birthed from pure conceptual radiance.

If Solmir was reborn as a divine machine—

Reign was reborn as a living decree.

The chamber shook under the weight of two existences that were never meant to share the same space.

Solmir braced.

Reign stepped.

And then—

They collided.

BOOOOOM!

A shockwave detonated at the point of impact, so violent the mountain outside fractured along its spine.

Two forces—golden automation and angelic sovereignty—smashed together in blinding arcs.

Solmir’s gauntlet roared, vents exhaling molten gold as he swung, each strike leaving trails of distorted air.

Reign met him head-on, his radiant armor absorbing the hits and returning them . Every blow echoed like a cathedral collapsing.

Fist against fist.

Light against light.

Divinity against divinity.

Their next clash split the chamber entirely in half.

They soared, tearing upward through stone, cloud, and sky as if nothing in the world had the right to stand between them.

The heavens parted like thin cloth before their ascent, shockwaves spiraling in their wake.

They broke into the open sky—and the real devastation began.

Solmir struck first, fist blazing with concentrated gold. Reign met it, wings flaring, armor bursting with divine radiance.

BOOM!

The punch lit the entire horizon white.

For an instant, it looked like dawn had arrived early—only for the light to vanish just as fast, plunging the world back into darkness.

Then again—

FLASH.Darkness.FLASH.Darkness.

Morning and midnight flickered into existence with every collision of their fists, the heavens blinking like a broken sun.

With each impact, the air buckled, compressing into walls of pressure that slammed downward.

These walls twisted into spiraling currents, then into winds, then—

Cyclones.

Dozens.

Hundreds.

Born from the sheer force of two gods refusing to yield.

They tore across the land, ripping forests from their roots, splitting rivers, stripping mountains bare. The sky itself warped, clouds dragged into enormous spirals that pulsed with the aftershocks of their blows.

Solmir lunged forward, golden vents blasting like rocket engines, and hammered a fist into Reign’s guard. The shockwave exploded downward, carving a crater into the earth miles below.

Reign retaliated instantly, wings snapping open. “Is that all your new body can muster!?”

He slammed into Solmir, catching him in a grapple mid-air. The two spun, a cyclone forming around them from the sheer centrifugal force.

Lightning took shape inside the spiral, crackling with violet and gold.

Solmir broke free, twisting with unnatural mechanical precision, the gauntlet’s gears screaming with powerful output.

“You haven’t seen even a fraction of it.” He blurred.

A punch shattered the sky.

Reign flipped backward, stabilizing in the air, armor shedding radiant sparks that rained like falling stars.

Below them, the world continued to tear apart.

“I have to admit,” Solmir called out “I didn’t expect you to be this strong,”

Reign floated with perfect ease, wings unfolding behind him in blinding arcs of light. His smile widened.

“Oh? Surprised already? But this is nothing. I’m not even serious yet.” He drifted forward an inch, light bending around him like gravity had surrendered. “So how about you show me something more?”

“As you wish.” Solmir’s gauntlet thrummed, a deep metallic heartbeat that vibrated through the sky.

Then—

No sound.No distortion.No flash.

Not even a ripple in the air to mark where he had been.

Reign blinked.

And in the next instant, the world caught up.

A fist was already buried in his stomach.

“—gh!”

Reign’s breath exploded from his lungs in a shock of pain he hadn’t felt in forever. The force wasn’t just physical—it tore through his divine armor, shredding layers of protection as if they were paper.

For the first time, Reign’s defense actually completely broke.

Before he could react—before he could even think—the impact blossomed inside him like a nuclear explosion.

And his body—

Exploded.

Not metaphorically.Not symbolically.

His form ruptured into burning fragments of radiance, feathers vaporizing into ash, limbs scattering into motes of divine light. Pieces of him drifted across the sky like shattered constellations.

Solmir slowly reappeared behind the expanding cloud of destruction. His voice rumbled through the armor, low and almost disappointed.

“Too weak.”

Or so he believed.

The light of Reign’s scattered form body dim, unstable—for a heartbeat.

Then the fragments began to swirl.

Reign was a being of pure energy, his organs and skin nothing more than a fleeting manifestation born of whim.

And so, as quickly as he had been torn apart, he reassembled—whole, unyielding, that same confident smile etched across his face.

Solmir, on the other hand, was speechless beneath his helm. He had already expected Reign to surpass even the highest standards of the gods, but to see him reform from mere particles… this was beyond comprehension.

Was he… facing a true immortal?

The concept of true immortality was difficult for even the gods to grasp, and seeing it with his own eyes made Solmir want to deny it.

Refusing to accept the impossible, he launched another attack.

Reign didn’t even bother to dodge. He simply raised both hands, waiting for the attack to strike. And just as before, he was blasted to pieces—only to reform soon after.

“Well, well, that was a good massage, but you’ll have to try harder if you want to kill me.” Reign rolled his shoulder and laughed.

Little did Solmir know, all that exploding was just an act. Reign had actually detonated his own body of his own will before the impact.