Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Aamon raised his hand, dark energy swirling around it like a vortex.

The air grew heavier with each passing second, crackling with an overwhelming sense of dread.

The demons and the meta-human, still trapped by Belphegor's power, struggled in vain.

But none of them showed fear, their expressions calm and unwavering. They knew all too well that no matter what happened, they would be revived again.

Death had lost its meaning, and the cycle of destruction had become a mere inconvenience rather than an end.

"You've had your fun, your little resets," Aamon said, his tone laced with mockery. "But this time, there won't be another chance. No more games."

"You think this will end anything? All you're doing is exhausting your energy further," the meta-human boy sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"I wonder about that," Aamon let out a low chuckle. A dark grin spread across his face as his eyes locked onto the boy.

"I've already figured out your power—and its source. It comes from that place... The Void."

The boy's sneer faltered for a brief second, but Aamon pressed on. "I let you use your ability earlier because I wanted to confirm it for myself. Consider it a test." He chuckled darkly, his energy crackling around him like a storm about to break.

"But now that I know for certain, killing you will be effortless."

Hearing Aamon's threat, even Venzo and the other demons felt a chill run through them.

It didn't sound like a bluff—it carried a weight that made their confidence waver.

As doubts began to creep into their minds, Aamon raised his hand, and the dense, pent-up dark energy surrounding him condensed into an array of pure black swords.

The blades floated ominously. Each one radiated a power that felt like it could cut through more than just flesh.

"Don't worry, he's bluffing," the meta-human boy said confidently, his voice steady as he glanced at the others.

Despite the overwhelming presence of the dark swords, he showed no fear.

He knew his power, rooted in the illogical and infinite chaos of the Void, rendered him untouchable.

No attack, no matter how powerful, could truly end him.

His smirk returned as he added, "My power doesn't follow any logical rules. There's nothing you can do to stop me,"

"Maybe the swords can't," Asmodeus interjected, his smirk widening. "But this can."

In his hand, he held a round mirror that glowed unnaturally.

The boy narrowed his eyes, trying to make sense of the mirror.

At first, he didn't feel anything special about it, but then, without warning, he froze. It wasn't just his body—his entire consciousness stopped working .

Aamon didn't waste a second.

"Farewell!" With a single thought, he willed the dark swords to pierce everyone.

But just before they could hit, everything came to a sudden standstill.

In that moment, two figures appeared.

The same meta humans that Reign had seen back in Central City.

They quickly grabbed the demons and the boy, and in the blink of an eye, vanished into thin air.

When time resumed, the swords struck nothing but air, their deadly tips slicing through the empty space where the demons and the boy had been moments before.

Aamon clicked his tongue in annoyance. He hadn't expected another meta-human to be nearby, and from the looks of it, this one had the ability to stop time—an ability that was even more overpowered.

"Should we chase them?" Asmodeus asked, his tone casual, though his eyes gleamed with interest.

He glanced at the other devil general, adding, "We still have the artifact to track them, even if they teleported." There was no hint of worry in his voice.

"No need for that," Aamon shook his head, "We just need to stick to our plan—keep expanding our Hell territory. When Lucifer gets here, none of them will be spared."

His confidence was unwavering, as if the arrival of Lucifer would mark the end of any threat against them.

Back in Central City.

Reign smiled as he discovered a new type of power. What had happened earlier wasn't real time stop. Instead, every atom within a limited radius was frozen.

And because they were watching through the camera, the stasis didn't affect them at all.

"Let's go," Draven said, standing up. His expression was dark, clearly displeased with the outcome of the fight.

The President, sitting in front of him, shared his frustration.

Both of them were irritated, knowing their side had shown more than they should have while their opponents barely broke a sweat.

Reign followed his grandfather out, and they made their way back to the capital.

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Finally, Draven broke the tension.

"Focus on completing your father's work," he said, his voice unusually serious. "I miscalculated. I don't think we can last long."

His words were no longer an act. Draven genuinely believed they would be defeated soon.

Even the meta-human wouldn't be able to fix it.

From that fight, it was clear the devils had far more knowledge about meta-humans than they had expected.

They not only understood the meta-human's abilities but seemed to know how to counter them, making the situation worst.

"I'll do my best," Reign replied, though his words didn't match the thoughts racing through his mind.

Deep down, he longed to return to his old body and break pass the Demon God level.

He knew it was the only way he'd have any chance against what was coming—against the overwhelming power of the devils.

"I'm going to leave you alone, I also need to prepare," Draven said, giving a nod before turning and walking away.

His footsteps echoed down the hall as he disappeared into the shadows, leaving Reign alone with his thoughts.

'Things are getting more complicated,' Reign sighed.

He didn't have all the answers right now, but there was one thing he was sure of.

Only absolute power could turn things around.