Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World-Chapter 638: Suppression 2

The hall trembled after his declaration.

He sat on the throne like it had always been his. Light spilled through the stained glass above, casting gold across his body—but nothing about him was holy.

Rafael clenched his jaw. Around him, the archangels stirred.

"Enough," he spat out. "He's mocking everything we were made to protect."

Their divine light surged as they stood together against their enemy.

Reign laughed sadistically. "Oh? Finally grew some balls? Took you people long enough."

Rafael raised his sword, its blade glowing with purest light. Forged in the heart of Heaven. Made to defend it.

"We won't let you insult our Father."

Reign tilted his head. "Are you sure? Because most of your brothers and sisters haven't moved. Looks like they've already picked a side."

He leaned back, casual. "Or maybe they finally figured it out. Blind faith won't save them."

Rafael's grip tightened. "Father hasn't abandoned us. I still believe he'll return."

His words made the others look up, swayed by the possibility.

Reign scoffed. "Still clinging to that wishful thinking?"

"If your precious Father had a plan, don't you think he would've shown up by now? Maybe stepped in before I bullied you?"

They said nothing. His words hit deeper than they wanted to admit.

Though the angels looked like adults, they still clung to the idea that their Father was absolute.

It was one of the reasons they'd grown stagnant—waiting, obeying, never questioning.

In a way, Lucifer wasn't cast out for being wicked. He was cast out because he was mature enough to rebel and seek strength on his own.

Then, he remembered another angel who had sought strength through forbidden power. He didn't even know her real name, and honestly, he didn't cared enough to find out.

"Are all of you here… or are some Archangels missing?" He paused, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, except for Uriel. I know she's in the human world right now."

They didn't need to answer. It was clear from the expressions on their faces.

The Archangels were more divided than he had expected. But it wasn't a big issue.

"STOP TALKING NONSENSE!" Rafael lunged. The others followed—bodies slicing through the air.

Reign didn't move. He simply raised a hand.

From above, golden hands erupted from the air. Massive. Shimmering. Each one formed as if Heaven itself answered to him now.

The first hand caught Rafael mid-strike, locking his body in place.

Another snatched an angel by the leg and slammed him to the ground, cracking the marble beneath him.

Reign's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Come on, make this interesting. Don't just charge in like mindless idiots—show some creativity."

More hands appeared. Reaching, twisting, snapping through the air like strings from a puppeteer.

The angels screamed as they were yanked into the air, tossed around like toys.

One tried to fight back. Light poured from her body as she channeled raw divinity through every cell.

Then she summoned a large golden shield, it glowed and tried to pushed away the divine hads.

"Really? You think you can fight me using divine power?" He scoffed. The golden hands solidified, punching through the shields and shattering them into pieces.

"HEAVEN'S RULE!"

"HEAVEN'S RULE!"

"HEAVEN'S RULE!"

They roared in unison, and the world around Reign shifted, transforming into something close to a domain—though his was far more advanced.

He now stood surrounded by a golden ocean, an infinite horizon stretching out in every direction.

"Oh, I almost forgot about this little trick," he said, raising a finger. "It's pretty useless against strong opponents, though."

CRACK!

Just as quickly as it formed, it was effortlessly destroyed. There was a reason Lucifer and Lilith never bothered using it.

In theory, a domain would give an individual an environmental advantage, but it only spread one's energy across a wide area. In the end, that meant it diluted power, making it less effective compared to focusing it in a concentrated form.

Reign watched their faces as their futile attempt was crushed before it could even bare its fangs.

"I feel like fighting a bunch of chickens," he remarked, then pinched his fingers together.

The golden hand squeezed the shielded angel.

Her halo cracked. She screamed once—then burst. Blood and feathers scattered across the floor.

"ENOUGH! WE SUBMIT TO YOU!" Gabriel shouted.

He couldn't bear it anymore. Too many had already died. The war was lost. Resistance meant slaughter.

Reign lowered his hand.

"Do you really think I'm some benevolent fool who'll give you endless chances?" He chuckled darkly.

"I already gave you a choice, and yet you still dare to attack me after I showed you mercy. How ungrateful."

Everyone was stunned.

"You… you're going to kill us all?" Gabriel's voice cracked. "Why? Didn't Father send you to save us?"

Reign smirked.

"Not exactly. He said I could do whatever I wanted. And to be honest, you've always been his biggest disappointment. Erasing you might be the one thing that actually pleases him."

It wasn't true. But he said it anyway.

Their faces twisted, unable to believe his words.

"Look at those pathetic faces," He shook his head slowly, almost pitying.

They wanted to speak—curse him, kill him—but they did not even dare to moved. His power directly suppressed their own.

It was like fighting fire with fire, but in this case, they were mere campfire while he was a flamethrower.

"You can't do this to us," Gabriel stood tall as the leader, ready to defend his siblings.

"Of course I can," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I have the power, so naturally, it's only fair I do whatever I want with it, right?"

He paused, watching their faces twist with disbelief.

"All right, all right. You probably all think I'm a monster for killing you outright, so let's play a game. Only One."

None of them understood what he was getting at.

"You get to live… if you kill each other until only one of you is left. Simple enough, right?"

Silence followed.

The angels looked at one another, torn between fear and reluctance.

Reign grinned. "Come on. Don't act shy now."