Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World-Chapter 620: Greed In Me Part 2

BOOOOM!

Golden light exploded once again, more intense than before.

This time, it pierced through the ceiling, soaring high into the heavens, its blinding brilliance cutting through the sky.

Everyone in the city witnessed it.

The light was so powerful, so all-encompassing, that it couldn't be ignored even if they tried.

People on the streets, in their homes, and across every corner of the city dropped to their knees in unison, bowing their heads to the ground.

Even the angels who had been observing in the chamber was stunned.

It was as if time itself had paused, giving way to the ancient power that had always been above them.

A figure stepped out of the now empty Basin.

His eyes glowed with a brilliant gold, the intricate pattern of a cross etched deep within them.

He wore a white robe, trimmed with golden lacing that shimmered with every movement.

Above his head, 16 halos floated in perfect harmony, their glow matching the brilliance of his flowing golden hair.

Each halo grew larger with every layer, the outermost one spiked, giving it the appearance of a flat sun—symbolizing his eternal dominance.

And lastly, behind him, 16 wings unfurled, unlike anything seen before.

Instead of feathers, they were made of glass-like objects, shimmering with golden energy coursing through them.

The very presence of the wings bend reality, filling the room with an aura of pure divinity.

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THUD!

One by one, all the Seraphim and lower-ranking angels knelt on the ground, their heads bowed in reverence.

"We welcome you, Messiah, our savior." they murmured in unison, their voices filled with awe.

Reign raised an eyebrow.

'Messiah?... Savior? Who? Me?' he thought to himself.

A chuckle almost escaped his lips, but he quickly forced it down.

This misunderstanding could work to his advantage.

"Rise," he commanded.

The angels, still kneeling in reverence, hesitated for a brief moment before slowly standing.

"Take me to the battlefield," he added.

The angels exchanged relieved glances. With their savior now present, the hope that had been dwindling in their hearts reignited.

They had waited for this moment, and now that the Messiah stood before them, the tide of war was certain to shift.

"As you command," Melissa quickly answered, ready to lead the way.

But before she could make a move, a pillar of light descended out of nowhere.

In an instant, a barrier surrounded Reign, cutting him off from the rest of the angels.

From within the blinding glow, a beautiful and immaculate woman emerged, wearing a white robe that was almost see-through, its delicate fabric shimmering as it caught the light.

She, too, possessed 16 wings, but unlike Reign's glass-like wings, hers were made of pure, radiant feathers, each one glowing with an inner fire.

SWOOOSH!

She drew her sword, the blade gleaming as it stopped just inches from Reign's neck.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"I should be asking you that question. I'm the Messiah. So why are you raising your sword against me?"

Her grip tightened on her sword, but she didn't lower it.

"My name is Michaela, the strongest Archangel,"

Reign raised an eyebrow but maintained his composure.

"Ah right, Archangel Michaela. I'm sorry, my mind was a little hazy after I ascended to this state," he tried to play it cool.

"Stop lying,"

"My identity is a secret, and not even the other archangels knew my true name. "

Reign almost let out a chuckle because of his blunder.

"Would you believe me if I said that I earned the ability to be all-knowing?"

SWOOOSH!

She moved her wrist with a swift, and a sharp cut appeared across his neck.

Though the cut quickly healed.

"Aren't you being too violent?" Reign asked, his tone light and playful.

He pointed to his face, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I was supposed to be the savior, you know?"

"That prophecy is not true!" she snapped.

Reign was confused, but he kept the conversation going, finding Michaela surprisingly charming.

She was very beautiful, probably the most attractive woman he had ever seen.

He paused for a moment, admiring her.

"Stop lusting over my body. I can sense it, and it's disgusting."

"Calm down, I'm not like this before," Reign replied, holding up his hands in defense. "Maybe all this divine energy actually twisted my personality?"

"Blasphemy!" Michaela roared. She swung her sword again, but this time, Reign was ready.

He reached out and stopped the blade with just two fingers, the weapon vibrating slightly under his grip.

"You really need to calm down. How about explaining to me first why you think that prophecy is a lie?"

The energy sword burst into light and materialized back into her hand with a sharp hum.

"Because I made that up. There was no Messiah, so I don't know how you ended up with this much power."

She glared at him, still holding the blade firmly.

Reign scratched his head, torn between two impulses. On one hand, he was eager to test his newfound power, to see just how far he could push it.

On the other, there was something about Michaela that made him want to taste her.

However--

She was strong, too strong to be easily forced into submission.

Even he could sense the depth of her strength.

If he had met her before absorbing all this divine energy, he might have been forced to flee.

"Are you sure you made it up?"

"I mean, it could be a vision or something," Reign added, his voice a bit lighter as he tried to reason out with her.

"There's no way that someone like you is the savior," she gritted her teeth, unable to accept it.

"And why not?" Reign shrugged. "Look at you. You're a violent, hot-tempered woman who strikes first before explaining yourself. I'm pretty sure, from an outside view, you're the instigator here."

He smirked, enjoying the stir he was causing.

"You..." Michaela was at a loss for words after being blatantly called out for being a hypocrite.