Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World-Chapter 619: Greed in Me

"Are you certain, Seraphim Mellissa ?" one of the high-ranking angels inquired, his voice filled with doubt.

The concept of the Messiah was prophesied long ago, but its legitimacy remained uncertain, making their reaction understandable.

"Are you questioning what I saw?" Her tone carried authority, and a hint of annoyance.

"If we don't act fast, the Messiah's ascension might fail or remain incomplete, preventing him from reaching his peak power. He's our only chance to turn the tide of the war in our favor."

The high-ranking angels were at a loss for words, struggling to process what they had just witnessed.

Suddenly, their attention snapped to the sky as another presence approached.

A powerful gust of wind followed as a figure descended.

It was Lena, a Seraphim-ranked angel.

"I sensed a huge power surge in your sanctum. What happened?"

Melissa sighed and began explaining again.

"We can't afford to hesitate. We need to act now or risk losing everything."

Lena saw the resolution in her eyes and quickly nodded.

She turned to the gathered angels . "Send the reserves away,"

Her gaze then shifted to Melissa. "I'll go to the other sanctum and get their approval myself."

Without waiting for a response, she spread her wings and prepared to take off, determined to secure the support they needed.

SWOOOOSH!

SWOOOOSH!

Melissa also took off into the sky, this time accompanied by more angels.

They spread out to different locations, each with the same mission.

Right now, all the higher-ranking angels were occupied with the war, leaving the Seraphim to handle such decisions.

Back in the Basin.

He continued to battle the divine energy.

By this point, the reserves of the sanctum were almost empty, which left him a bit disappointed.

But out of nowhere, more and more began flooding in.

"Shit, is it my birthday?" he chuckled, disbelief laced in his tone. "Why are they giving me so much?"

The new reserves sparked a renewed sense of motivation in him.

He began absorbing the liquid gold at an even faster rate, as if he were a bottomless pit. No matter how much flowed into him, it was never enough.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

Melissa flew back and began observing him.

Alongside her were the other seraphim ranked angels, all eager to witness the birth of their so-called savior.

"I can't believe it. He's really taking every single drop," Lena commented, sparking more murmurs among the others.

She then glanced at Melissa. "Are you sure he can withstand this?"

Before she got an answer, a sudden pulse of energy burst from Reign, sending ripples through the chamber.

The angels instinctively stepped back, some shielding their eyes from the blinding glow.

Then, his eyes snapped open, radiating with divine light.

Another pair of wings burst from his back, bringing the total to fourteen.

They thought it was over.

But it wasn't.

The golden glow around him intensified, filled with power.

Then, his vision suddenly cut off.

When he opened his eyes, everything around him was pure white—endless, empty, and silent.

There was no sky, no ground, no sense of direction.

Reign turned, searching for anything, anyone, but there was nothing.

"Stop what you're doing, or you will regret it."

The voice echoed from all directions.

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It wasn't male or female, not even human. It was everything at once—old and wise, young and reckless, a whisper and a roar.

Reign's body tensed. He tried to focus, to locate the source, but there was nothing.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

His own voice sounded distant, almost drowned out by the lingering echoes of the entity's words.

"The question is not who I am... but what you are doing," the voice boomed, shaking the empty space around him. "You are not the chosen one. You cannot enter this place."

"Fuck you! I go where I want! Now show yourself so I can destroy you!"

"Arrogant. Foolish. You think power alone makes you untouchable?" the voice taunted, its tone shifting between rage and amusement.

"Then let's see if you can handle what comes next."

Without giving him a chance to say anything, golden light erupted from everywhere, blinding and absolute.

It felt as if he had been thrown into the heart of the sun.

"AHHHHHHHHH" Reign gritted his teeth, his body screaming in pain, but he refused to fall.

His golden wings spread wide, resisting the force trying to crush him.

The voice returned, colder than before despite the blazing heat.

"You are not welcome here. Leave, or be reduced to nothing."

"FUCK YOU AGAIN!" Reign roared, fury igniting within him.

He pushed back with his own divine energy, but no matter how much he resisted, the light was of higher quality.

"If light doesn't work, how about this!" Reign bellowed, his eyes burning with defiance.

The negative energy buried deep inside him erupted, spreading like a tsunami.

A black dome expanded from his body, swallowing the light.

Reign smirked, his now demonic wings spreading wider as the black dome pulsed with raw energy.

"Let's see who's stronger—your light or my darkness!"

The entire space trembled as the two forces clashed, neither willing to submit.

However

He was still at a complete disadvantage.

The golden light pressed down on him, threatening to crush him completely.

'I can't continue like this… that thing has the advantage in this place,'

'Wait... Why am I fighting it? Because of the pain?'

His mind raced. Instinct had driven him to push back, to resist the overwhelming light because it felt like it would extinguish his very soul.

But what if that wasn't the only way?

What if he could absorb it—take its power for himself—while protecting his own existence at the same time?

'Here goes nothing.'

His fourteen wings morphed, their pure black feathers now streaked with glowing gold. Half light, half darkness.

The overwhelming pressure eased instantly.

The voice, once so powerful, hesitated.

"Impossible! How can darkness and light exist at the same time?"

Reign chuckled, his wings spreading wider, radiating both golden brilliance and abyssal blackness.

"I'm greedy as hell," Reign said with a grin. "So I might as well reign over everything."

Golden and dark energies twisted around him, no longer clashing but merging into something new.

The voice hesitated, its once-commanding tone now uncertain. "You should not exist...This is not how it should be…"

Reign laughed, stepping forward. "Too late for that."