Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

The clash unfolded in the skies, their figures barely visible as they streaked through the air at incomprehensible speeds. Each movement carried a force that made the air ripple and roar, creating sonic booms that echoed for miles.

Asmodeus rushed forward, his hand glowing with dark purple energy that sparked and hissed like fire on water.

He sent a wave of energy ripping through the air, leaving a deep tear in its wake. The attack exploded with a loud boom, lighting up the sky in a purple glow that spread in wild, uneven flashes. Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire

But Reign was completely unharmed. At the last possible moment, he vanished, reappearing several meters to the side with a faint smirk.

"You'll have to do better than that," Reign teased.

The devil general clicked his tongue in irritation. He had expected an easy victory, but his opponent was proving to be far more difficult to handle.

Even so, there was no trace of fear in his expression. Confidence lingered in his sharp gaze, as he knew he still had plenty of tricks hidden up his sleeve.

"I must admit, you're unlike those worthless demons from before. But it's time I show you why the Devils are the most superior race."

With that, he raised his hand, and thirty glowing purple orbs materialized behind his back.

"Destroy him!" he commanded, waving his hand.

SWOOOOSH!

The orbs zipped straight at Reign, their movement so direct that he could dodge them with his eyes closed.

But just as they neared him, they suddenly changed direction, circling around him in an unpredictable motion, until they orbited around him in a way that prevented him from flying out.

This technique reminded him of Remu's ability, but it was on a whole new level.

The orbs moved faster, their power more intense.

As their speed reached its peak, Reign's body disappeared into the center. In his place, only a glowing purple dome could be seen.

"You can't outrun my attack, no matter how fast you are," Asmodeus smirked confidently. "I built it to counter speed types like you specifically. Now die!"

He clenched his fist, and the dome detonated.

BOOOM!

The power of the blast was akin to a nuclear bomb, leveling everything in its path and sending massive tremors throughout the ground. Dirt, rocks, and debris were thrown in all directions.

For a brief moment, everything went silent.

Then, from the heart of the explosion, Reign hovered, his figure barely visible through the smoke and dust that lingered in the air. His body was untouched, his expression still one filled with absolute confidence.

"How is this possible?" Asmodeus growled, his voice turning colder. "No demon should be able to withstand this... not even Demon gods."

Reign's smirk only widened, his eyes gleaming with a cold, unsettling arrogance. "Maybe you're just not hitting hard enough. Try again."

Asmodeus' eyes flickered with genuine anger for the first time. It was insulting that his attack had been brushed off so easily. If the other generals found out, they would laugh at him.

Little did he know, Reign had indeed taken some damage from the blast, but it was purely superficial. The explosion had rattled him slightly, causing a few burns and scratches to form on his black metallic skin.

However, within moments, they vanished, his regeneration quickly repairing the damage before it could even be noticed.

It created the illusion of invincibility, making him appear impervious to any attack.

To everyone present right now, this feat was nothing short of extraordinary. His display of power was unlike anything they had ever witnessed.

Most demons, especially those built for speed, were typically fragile. They were fast, but their bodies couldn't withstand the kind of blows that would crush a less nimble opponent.

Reign, however, had no such weakness. His body was a master of every aspect, a perfect blend of speed, power, and durability made possible by a system that had aided its development from the very beginning.

While this was happening, Tara stood to the side, holding a small device in her hands.

It was an artifact created in the demon capital, designed to mimic human drone technology. Draven, after seeing the potential, had ordered its production.

He wanted to watch everything unfold from the safety of his office, keeping a close eye on the battle without ever being directly involved.

It wasn't cowardice—Draven was always one to plan carefully, to stay one step ahead.

He preferred the position of watching, analyzing, and waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Do you think that unknown entity is as strong as Draven?" Caurus asked, his eyes locked on the distant fight.

Tara glanced at him, her fingers gently tapping the device, keeping the feed steady.

"I don't know," she replied, her voice thoughtful. "But he's definitely stronger than us."

The question hung in the air, unanswered for now.

Everyone knew that if Reign really was as strong as Draven, things would escalate far beyond what any of them had predicted.

The uncertainty surrounding his origins only added to the issue. They had no idea where he came from, what his true intentions were, or whether he was a friend or a foe.

If there was a silver lining in all of this, it was that Reign didn't appear to be an ally of the devils.

Just as these questions ran through their minds, a sudden shift in the air caught everyone off guard. The atmosphere seemed to thicken, charged with a new, unsettling energy.

Asmodeus, who had been on attack mode, stopped mid-air, his body shaking with a strange intensity.

Then, without warning, he began to laugh hysterically.

The sound was almost maddening, echoing through the battlefield. His laughter grew louder and more erratic, to the point where he had to cover his face with one hand, as if trying to contain the overwhelming wave of emotion that had taken over him.

"Ha... Hahaha!" he gasped between fits of laughter.

Everyone watched in silence, unsure of what had just happened.

Was this part of some new strategy? Or had the devil general completely lost his mind?

"Did I accidentally hit your head too hard without me knowing?" Reign asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Asmodeus paused, his laughter cutting off abruptly as he lowered his hand from his face.

"You... you don't get it, do you?" he sneered, his eyes narrowing with a twisted satisfaction. "This whole time, you thought I was losing, but that's far from the truth."

"You've been playing right into my hands," Asmodeus continued, his voice dripping with malicious glee.

Reign's eyes flicked around, trying to sense what his opponent was hinting at, but he didn't feel any immediate threat.

"Be honored," Asmodeus declared.

"For I, Asmodeus, King of the Nine Hells and Prince of Lust, will show you the true peak of existence!"

His bold words resonated in the air.

"Feast your eyes, and prostrate yourself," he added.

Powerful dark purple energy crackled around his right hand, swirling like a storm.

Then, a massive translucent dome formed above them, pulsing with the same eerie purple color.

"We need to escape!" Remu exclaimed aloud.

The other demon gods instantly sprang into action, recognizing the technique that had killed them before without mercy.

"Come with me!" Metto activated his teleportation. Within moments, they were tens of kilometers away, ensuring they were far enough to avoid whatever deadly move Asmodeus was about to unleash.

No one wanted to be caught in its path again.

Back in the battle, Reign, who had also witnessed this technique before, remained very calm.

Unlike the others, he didn't feel the need to flee. He still had a lot of life-saving techniques at his disposal, so he knew that he could afford to take some risks.

In fact, he was curious to test just how powerful this technique really was and whether he could take it head-on.

Give me your best shot!" he challenged.

Dark red energy crackled around his body like an impending storm, swirling in intense patterns.

Reign stood firm, fully prepared. He activated all of his defensive skills, layering them over himself .

Then, he called upon the symbiotic armor, a unique item of his. The armor melded seamlessly with his body, so perfectly that it was almost unnoticeable. But it added extra layers of defense to his already highly durable body.

As he braced himself for what was to come, the confidence in his casual stance showed that he was ready for whatever his opponent throw at him.

"Don't disappoint me, Devil," Reign spat out, his tone charged with contempt as he tried to provoke Asmodeus further.

The devil general didn't respond to the taunt. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the swirling energy gathering in his hand.

"I am..." his voice cracked, and the intensity of his power reached its peak, stronger than ever.

"Unstoppable."

The purple barrier shrank into his right hand, and for a brief moment, there was total silence.

Then, without warning, a massive explosion erupted.