Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

'Go on, keep it coming idiots. HAHAHAHA!'

Reign struggled to hold back his laughter as the pool began to dry up again.

His consumption far outpaced the supply, revealing just how hungry his body was.

And though there was some discomfort—like a sharp pain threatening to tear through his very soul—he simply laughed it off.

'You want to change me? To be holy?' Reign scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. 'Fuck off. I just want the power. You can keep all the bullshit to yourself.'

The divine energy fought back, trying to make him repent. It forced scenes into his mind.

Faces of those he had killed, cities he had burned, world he had wiped from existence.

People screamed, begged for mercy, their tear-streaked faces filled with despair.

A desperate attempt to make him feel guilty.

But instead of guilt, all it earned was laughter.

'Hahaha! This is a nice movie. Keep it going,! .They should've told me ahead of time—I would've brought some popcorn.'

It was meant to humble, to guide him toward redemption. But Reign?

He felt nothing.

No regret. No shame. No hesitation.

Because no matter how much it tried to change him…

He had no guilt to begin with.

BOOOOOM!

It was like an explosion inside his skull as another wave of pain crashed into him.

The divine energy, now desperate, struck with everything it had. It was no longer just trying to cleanse him—it was trying to break him.

Reign clenched his fists as his entire body tensed. His veins pulsed with searing light, his muscles locked in place, and for the first time, his confidence faltered.

It was a battle of will.

The divine energy wasn't acting like a mindless force—it was thinking, adapting. It had a will of its own, and it had decided that Reign needed to be stopped.

It dug deeper, searching for something—remorse, regret, a weakness hidden in his soul. It bombarded him with more visions, amplifying the screams, the suffering, the destruction he had left in his wake.

But Reign only smirked through the pain.

'So that's how it is, huh?' His voice came out strained, but the amusement never left his eyes. 'You're alive, aren't you? You're not just some dumbass energy source'

He let out a slow breath, then grinned wider.

'Fine. If you wanna fight, then bring it on.'

BOOOOOM!

His own evil aura neutralized the divine energy, twisting and reshaping it to serve him instead of resisting it.

But since he contained everything within his body, no one noticed the negative energy.

To the onlookers, there were no signs of pain, no indication of the battle raging inside him.

All they saw was the basin draining at an alarming rate, its golden liquid vanishing faster than ever.

Melissa had no choice but to pull the lever once more, releasing another wave of liquid gold.

Meanwhile, the others stood in silence.

"Amazing… I can't believe it. Could it be… the prophecy?" one of the angels muttered.

Everyone turned to him, their expressions filled with recollection.

"The divine prophecy…?" another angel echoed, his brows furrowing as if trying to recall every detail.

"It is said that when the heavens are on the brink of destruction, a being unlike any before will emerge…" he whispered, his voice filled with both reverence and fear.

"One who will ascend beyond Seraphim… beyond Archangels… and claim the rank of Supreme Divinity."

Gasps followed his words. More angels exchanged glances, their eyes widening.

"But that's just a legend, isn't it?" a younger angel asked, his voice laced with doubt.

"A story meant to give us hope during dark times. There's no way—"

He stopped mid-sentence, staring at Reign, whose entire body shimmered like pure gold.

It was as if Heaven itself had acknowledged him as the chosen son of God.

Then, as if turning into gold wasn't shocking enough, his wings unfurled.

Not two. Not four. Not six. Not even eight.

Twelve divine wings spread wide, radiating pure golden light.

The entire place trembled under the sheer power emanating from him.

"Twelve wings… that's impossible," one angel whispered, his voice shaking. "Only the greatest Archangels in history have ever reached such a level!"

Melissa's breath rose. To grow twelve in an instant—it defied all logic.

"More!" Reign commanded, his voice echoing through the chamber like a holy decree.

At this point, she no longer hesitated.

Whatever doubts she had were drowned out by the overwhelming spectacle before her.

Without a second thought, she pulled the lever down to its full capacity.

A thunderous clang rang out as the mechanism locked into place.

The ceiling above rumbled, and a torrent of liquid gold cascaded down like a waterfall, crashing into the basin below.

Reign's golden wings spread even wider, absorbing every drop of power as if his body had no limits.

The other angels shielded their eyes, barely able to withstand the intensity.

"This is insane…!" one angel gasped, stepping back.

"How can anyone take in that much divine energy without breaking apart?" another muttered in disbelief.

Melissa gritted her teeth, her grip tightening on the lever.

'This might not be enough. He needs more!'

She spread her wings and quickly exited the building.

The Celestial Basin wasn't the only source.

This sanctum was connected to others—hidden reservoirs spread across the city, each containing its own sacred pool.

If she could redirect them all to one place…

She arrived at the nearest sanctum in a blur of golden light.

The angels stationed there turned in surprise as she landed .

Without explanation, she gave a single, urgent command.

"Divert all everything to the main sanctum. Now!"

Confusion spread among the high-ranking angels. Some hesitated, their expressions shifting between disbelief and concern.

"Seraphim Mellissa , that would drain the reserves of the city!" one of them protested. "Why would you—".

Turning to face them, her golden eyes burned with an intensity that silenced everyone.

She took a deep breath and spoke the words that would change everything.

"The Messiah is here."