Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World
Chapter 646 - 646: Busy Life Part 3

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he stared at the man who should've been defeated already.

There was an aura now, or rather, auras—layered over each other, pulsing out like waves.

"What's this?" Reign muttered under his breath. "You feel different."

The hero took a deep breath, fists clenching. His eyes glowed faintly. Voices echoed faintly behind his own breath.

"You're right," he said. "I carry more than just hope now. I carry every soul before me."

His body trembled, not from pain—but from the pressure of his new overwhelming power.

Reign raised his guard, but he still couldn't see how the hero had slipped behind him, moving as if friction didn't matter.

Reacting quickly, he tried to dodge, but a dark energy snaked around his legs, tightening like chains.

"Not good," Reign muttered, crossing his arms just in time to block a punch.

BOOOOM!

The force smashed through his defense, sending him flying dozens of kilometers. The impact shattered his two arms.

"What the fuck?!" he hissed.

That punch hit harder than anything he'd ever felt before.

Before he could stabilize his body , the hero was already on him.

Reign launched an uppercut as fast as lightning, but his opponent tilted his head effortlessly, as if he had predicted the move.

BOOOOM!

Another fist crashed into Reign's face, sending him crashing back to the ground.

"Shit, how many times have I gotten hit by this guy?" he chuckled darkly, feeling more pumped than mad.

"I'm finishing this!" The hero landed on Reign's chest and started throwing punch after punch.

Each hit made the crater beneath them grow wider and deeper.

Minutes passed before the relentless attacks finally stopped. The hero was completely drained, every ounce of strength spent.

He had no choice. His opponent was on a completely different level—an Ultimate Villain.

"Are you done?" Reign asked with a wild grin, showing no sign of damage at all.

He wrapped his body in energy, which let him withstand all those blows.

The hero's eyes flashed with disbelief and fear. Before he could say a word, an uppercut smashed into his skull. His eyeballs and spinal fluid exploded and sprayed to the ground.

"Yummy," Reign swallowed the mangled head in one go.

Next, he tore into the corpse, each bite fueling his power and making him stronger.

'Gotta admit, my other self did me a big favor by sending these coordinates. Feels like he's even more ruthless than I am for giving this to me.'

After finishing his feast, he took to the sky, sweeping through the remaining fighters and turning them into his soldiers.

He didn't stop at one city. He hit more places—whole countries and even entire continents.

When he faced the strongest villain, who had countless powers, Reign just bombarded him with thousands of lasers, raining down like a storm.

Then the villain's assistant got a massive boost in the middle of the fight, decaying everything around.

But his divine energy was stronger, and he purified the hell out of him.

When he finished with the east, he moved on to destroy the strongest in the west, killing civilians for fun along the way.

This world soon became almost unrecognizable. A few survived, but it would take decades for them to rebuild.

Atop the highest mountain, Reign sat, chewing on the head of the strongest hero in the west.

'I don't have anything left to do. Damn, did I finish too fast?'

He felt like a kid who broke his new toy. If this kept up, there wouldn't be anything left to do.

'Maybe I should take it easy on the next world. Try to enjoy things a little.'

Right now, he was just mindlessly killing and eating people. But that was too easy.

He needed to evolve—get more creative. If he truly wanted real character development, then torture had to go beyond simple brutality.

It needed thought, planning, and patience. Killing would come later. First, they had to suffer.

With that in mind, he checked his teleporter and scanned the next world.

The options were color-coded by power level.

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Red- Weak

Orange- Average

Yellow- Strong

White- Very Strong

Blue- Super Strong

Black- Impossible

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The world he came from ranked as "very strong," but this one was only strong.

No wonder he tore through everyone with almost no effort.

"Time to head to the next one."

The teleporter hummed, and a gate opened. He stepped through and found himself in open space.

His target floated in the distance—still far, and much larger than the last one.

'I'll keep it lowkey this time.'

First, he masked his presence, then drifted toward the planet without drawing attention.

He aimed for the area glowing brightest, a dense cluster of lights pulsing beneath the clouds.

After slipping through the atmosphere, he scanned the landscape below.

Stone buildings hugged the winding streets, each one topped with curved green-tiled roofs.

Red lanterns hung from wooden beams, shifting softly with the breeze, casting a warm glow over the quiet paths.

'This place feels way too outdated,' he muttered after landing.

Glancing around, he noticed most people wore robes, their outfits flowing with every step.

'Divine Creation,' he formed one for himself—a black robe laced with golden threads and sharp, elegant patterns.

Next, he created a sword to match those carried by the locals.

While the shape followed their tradition, he added his own touch—a black skull etched near the hilt, giving it a darker theme.

Not just his clothing—he altered his face too.

His hair turned black, straight and neat, and his eyes narrowed into monolids.

'Oh, right—the language,'

He noticed a lone figure slipping into a dark alley. He seized the moment, drained the person's knowledge, and instantly picked up the language.

'Perfect. Now I just need to learn more about this place—so I can plan my next meal.'

He walked deeper into the crowd. Even though it was late, the streets were still packed with people.

Young women, pretty and lively, called out to him, hoping he would pay for their special service.

"Hey, handsome. Looking for someone young, beautiful, fresh, and untouched? I've got new arrivals here."

Reign stopped. She had him the moment she said the word "fresh."

"I wonder how the locals taste," he said, licking his lips.

"Oh, they taste amazing," the woman giggled, covering her mouth with a fan.

"I see. Well, I'll be the judge of that. I'm kind of an expert in that field."

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