Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Reign lounged on the edge of a floating island, one leg dangling over the side as he took a bite out of a female angel's head.

Crunchy sounds echoed through the empty sky, shards of bone snapping between his teeth.

The taste was nothing special—their divine energy barely made a difference. Only beings of Satan's caliber or Ra could increase his power now.

Still, turning them into food was not so bad.

There was something weirdly satisfying about gnawing through a holy being's head like it was a mere snack.

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

He discarded the jaws, tossing them into an ever-growing pile.

For a drink, he tilted another severed head, letting warm fluid drip from the spinal cord straight into his mouth.

The thick, golden essence ran down his throat, slightly sweet but otherwise unimpressive.

The view, however, made it a little bit bearable.

From here, he could see endless clouds stretching far into the horizon. His eyes wandered, searching for any signs of the war between Lilith, Lucifer, and heaven's forces.

But there was nothing—no explosions, no clashes, no flashes of power tearing through the sky.

Just silence.

That only meant one thing. The real threats, the so-called powerful angels, were occupied elsewhere.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, cracking another angel's skull between his teeth.

"Tch. So they're all too busy to entertain me?"

Spitting out a piece of shattered bone, he leaned back against the rocky surface, watching the clouds swirl below.

If no one strong was coming, he'd have to bring the fight to them.

He stood up, stretching his limbs as he recalled the direction the surviving angels had fled.

Letting them escape was intentional—nothing more than a way to track them.

As for why he was only moving now?

Simple. Catching up to them was easy with his speed.

Mere flicker, and he'd be right on top of them.

A twisted smile spread across his lips as divine blood dripped down his chin.

"Let's see where you rats went..."

Without another thought, he stepped off the floating island and vanished into the sky.

SWOOOOSH!

This time, he flew lower, slipping beneath the clouds to conceal his presence.

The thick mist wrapped around him like a veil, shielding him from any watchful eyes above.

To take it a step further, he tapped into Kaelin's ability, merging with the surrounding air.

Combined with his own stealth abilities, he became nothing more than a ghost drifting below.

As expected, he caught up to them in no time.

Even while holding back, their speed was pathetic compared to his.

They flapped their wings desperately, unaware that death was already trailing behind them, hidden within the clouds.

An hour passed, yet no city appeared on the horizon—only floating islands drifting through the sky.

It was a reminder of how vast this place was.

Or maybe this area was too remote, far from the heart of heaven where the real war was happening.

Either way, he was getting bored. The thought of killing them crossed his mind, but if he did, he would have to find his way on his own—which was a hassle.

Then an idea came to him.

There were at least a thousand angels flying together like a flock of birds.

If he could somehow slip in without raising suspicion, he could enter the next city without causing too much noise.

From there, he could gather fresh information on the current status of heaven—who was fighting, where the strongest angels were, and if there was anyone worth his time.

First, he adjusted the energy inside his body.

The overwhelming, oppressive aura he usually carried—the one that sent weaklings into a panic—vanished in an instant.

Next, he altered his appearance using divine energy. His hair change to a light blonde, a color that was a common theme for angels.

His eyes followed suit, turning a clear blue, which now matched his new conjured angel robe that he copied.

The final touch was his wings. He didn't need a lot of pairs.

Instead, a single pair of pristine white wings sprouted from his back, flapping slowly.

Now, he was nearly unrecognizable. To any onlooker, he appeared to be just another civilian, blending perfectly with the others.

Reign took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to grin like a maniac.

It was time to move, and as luck would have it, they decided to land on an uninhabited island to rest.

'They're making it too easy for me,' he murmured with a dark chuckle. 'Should I reward them?'

They were basically handing him the perfect opportunity.

So he did.

When they landed on the small floating island, Reign followed at a distance, staying hidden in the shadows of the trees.

He crouched low, blending with the environment, watching as the angels settled down to rest.

They were unaware of his presence, too comfortable in their moment of peace.

Then he spotted a target.

Fortunately for him, the angels had grown too relaxed.

Some groups sat farther from the rest, while others preferred solitude, retreating to quiet spots away from the others.

Reign's eyes locked onto one of the solo angels.

One of them sat with his back turned, unaware of the danger closing in.

He was also sitting in a very isolated area, the nearest angel from him at least 200 meters away.

'Perfect'

Reign took full advantage of the moment, slowly reaching forward and clasping the angel's head with both hands.

His grip tightened, and before the poor angel could even scream, he yanked violently, tearing the head clean off with a sickening crunch.

THUD!

The body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Reign hurriedly created a barrier around himself, sealing and hiding him off from the others.

Inside the barrier, Reign was free to indulge in his sick hobby, savoring each piece of the angel's body with twisted pleasure.

When he was done, he tossed aside the last remnants.

He then focused as the energy swirled around him, reshaping his body until it mirrored the very angel he just killed.

'Yeah, this is much better"'