Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

The attack continued.

Aamon barely managed to raise his hand to defend himself, but the strange death energy spreading through his body slowed him down.

Seeing this, Belphegor stepped in as the attack was about to hit.

"Hey! Stop wasting time and heal yourself already!" he roared, his voice filled with urgency.

"What do you think I’m doing?" Aamon snapped, gritting his teeth as he poured all his power into counteracting the death energy. His body trembled under the strain, dark veins pulsing along his skin as he fought the invasive force.

Belphegor’s dome held, but the attacker had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"I can’t hold this forever, you know," he growled, his usually lazy tone replaced by frustration.

Aamon groaned in frustration.

"Hold it long enough. I’ll deal with that bastard once I heal myself," he said, pulling out a potion. It was an all-cure medicine, extremely rare. In fact, out of the three generals, he was the only one who had received it directly from Lucifer.

The all-cure potion was a legendary item, created in the deepest, most forgotten corners of Hell. Its origins traced back to a primordial devil , who, seeking to create a way to heal even the most devastating injuries, spent countless years experimenting with alchemy.

Rare ingredients, found only in the most dangerous and cursed realms, were required for the potion

’Damn it! ’ Aamon gritted his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. He hated that he had to use the potion so soon, especially knowing how rare and valuable it was.

But with no other choice, he drank it. The moment it touched his lips, he felt a surge of vitality flooding through him.

It pushed back the death energy that had been creeping through his veins, and the wound in his chest began to close, the healing power working faster than he could comprehend.

The pain that had been gnawing at him started to fade, replaced by a rush of strength.

In fact, he felt stronger than before—an unexpected side effect of the potion.

Meanwhile, Reign observed from the distance, his dark red weapon humming with energy .

He smirked. "Still alive, huh? Let’s see how long you can keep this up."

Adjusting his weapon, he channeled even more energy into the next shot. This one would push the limits of their defenses.

A dark red aura pulsed ominously from the weapon, and the air around him rippled with the immense power it gave off.

This sudden pause didn’t escape Aamon’s notice.

With his excess energy, he flew toward Reign’s general location. As long as he could get within attacking distance, he knew he could pulverize his opponent.

However—

Belphegor felt the shift in space instantly. A chill ran down his spine as his instincts screamed for action. "Brace yourself!"

Aamon’s eyes widened as the massive laser shot toward him, moving too fast despite its size.

"Don’t underestimate me!" he roared, and the energy inside him erupted. He launched his own attack in response.

BOOOOOOOM!

The force of the blast sent the devil’s general flying. He managed to avoid taking direct damage, but the impact made him realize they were up against someone whose attack power was off the charts.

Belphegor flew in and caught Aamon, then created a space dome. With this, they would be able to protect themselves.

"Are you insane?" Belphegor growled. "You could’ve been vaporized!"

Aamon grimaced, still feeling the aftereffects of the attack. "I had to test it. We can’t just sit back and wait. If we’re going to win this, we need to know what we’re up against."

Belphegor shook his head. "Next time, don’t test it without a plan. We can’t afford any more close calls. This attacks had strange energy in it."

Aamon frowned, rubbing his chest where he got hit before. "I know. That energy... it felt different. I really thought I was close to dying."

"That’s why we need to be more careful," Belphegor replied, his eyes scanning the area warily. "Whatever we’re facing isn’t normal."

Reign, still hovering in the distance, lowered his weapon with a satisfied smirk. Though disappointed they had managed to cancel out his True Death, the sheer power of his attack was enough to keep the devils at bay.

As long as he maintained a safe distance, he remained untouchable.

It might seem cowardly, but in war, the method didn’t matter as long as he emerged victorious.

’Let’s see if they can survive the next one. ’ he muttered, and his wings began folding forward.

At each tip, a rifle made of pure energy materialized. It was a technique he had just created, and it looked terrifying, especially considering how much power each of the lasers packed.

’Strike Freedom,’

With his signal, the energy rifles hummed to life, releasing laser after laser toward the two generals.

The blasts came so fast that flashes of light exploded in the sky, bending in every direction when they hit the dome.

Those unlucky devils on the ground caught in the path of the redirected lasers were instantly annihilated.

"Belphegor glanced at the destruction around them. ’If we stay here, we’re sitting ducks. Our enemy won’t stop until we’re both dead.’"

"Then do something about it." Aamon snapped. "We just need to pinpoint his location, then we can use our artifacts to kill him."

Belphegor sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought of a plan, "Fine. Let’s see if it can handle this."

He raised both hands, warping the space around them. The air shimmered unnaturally as the dome began to expand, growing to encompass a bigger area.

The space transformed into a maze of disorienting illusions, a trap crafted to confuse and mislead their attacker. The lasers that had been raining down began veering off course, endlessly spinning within the dome instead of escaping it.

Everything within it became unpredictable—time felt out of sync, and the very air seemed to twist with every movement.

It was clear that Belphegor’s ability to manipulate space was even more refined than Metto’s.

While the Demon God could create portals, he lacked the control to twist and distort the space around him in such manner.

Asher stopped his attack, sensing the danger. The trapped lasers swirling inside the dome could be turned against him at any moment.

’Should I retreat?’ he pondered, momentarily pausing to consider his options.

At this point, his long-range attack was useless, and getting close wasn’t an option.

He might be fast, but Belphegor’s abilities could slow him down. And with the devils equipped with powerful artifacts, revealing himself would be nothing short of suicidal.

’Forget it,’ he muttered, shaking his head. Experience new stories on NovelBin.Côm

Just as he was about to turn away, something unexpected happened.

The dome vanished. Belphegor started falling, and Aamon reached out to catch him.

He was actually struck by Reign’s attacks. And unlike Aamon, his body was weaker, and the death energy took him down faster.

’Sweet,’ Reign muttered, seizing the opportunity to fire again.

Without the dome, Aamon was forced to counter the lasers directly , slowing them just enough to dodge.

Unfortunately, the attack rate increased rapidly, and in no time, his body was riddled with holes. He, too, began falling from the sky.

Just like that, the two devil generals who had instilled fear across the world were taken out.

The devil soldiers below were beyond shocked to see their generals falling from the sky like flies, a notion almost inconceivable, even in Hell.

But before they could process what was happening, a rain of lasers began to fall upon them.

One by one, they were struck down, as if death itself had come to harvest everyone’s lives.

They ran, they blocked, they flew, they dug into the earth to survive, but no matter how deep they went, the lasers found them.

After a few minutes of utter, one-sided massacre, silence fell. The ground was littered with corpses.

Reign landed and wasted no time, immediately beginning to absorb the fallen devils. His experience points skyrocketed once again.

Feeding on devils was definitely faster and more rewarding than humans.

’I’ve found a new favorite food,’ he chuckled to himself, treating the powerful race of devils as nothing more than a food supplement to his growing power.

This was what made him so terrifying—he was impartial to everything. Humans, demons, devils, angels, aliens, and anything that could grant him experience points were nothing but food.

’More, more!’ he laughed, as the power inside him began to surge.

His body vibrated as he neared another breakthrough. Previously, he had only been at the beginning level of Demon God Status, yet his power surpassed even Peak Demon Gods.

Now, he was reaching the Middle Rank, and the sheer amount of energy he was releasing made it clear just how much power he would gain.

Everyone had the misconception that the devils were the greatest threat in this world, but the truth was far more terrifying than they could ever imagine.