Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World-Chapter 682: Peak of the World 17

Solmir's silence was a vacuum. The sight of his opponent reforming from vaporized sparks had struck a chord of existential dread into his self.

Logic said it couldn't happen. Yet the proof glowed right in front of him. That made it worse.

He refused to accept it. Something inside him pushed back against the fear. He straightened his back and forced a steady breath out of his vents.

The world still shook from the earlier blows, but he ignored the broken land beneath them. He locked his eyes on Reign.

"Your tricks bored me," Solmir's tone dropped, stripped of pride. "Let's see you reform from this."

The vents along his armor stopped blowing golden mist. They drew in everything around him instead.

Light bent toward him. Air vanished. Even sound faded.

A pull spread across the sky like a reverse storm. The clouds went dark, not from shade, but from the absence of light itself.

Reign's grin wavered a bit. He felt the pull hook into him. Whatever Solmir had triggered sat on a tier far beyond anything Lilith ever managed.

"Oh, getting creative now, are we?" A small spark of interest crept into his voice. "But you still don't get it. I'm too powerful."

The radiant god didn't stop. The pressure in his chest rose. His metalic armor shook as it held the dangerous charge.

"DIE!" Solmir roared, a sound that was swallowed by the vortex he unleashed.

A beam of pure anti-existence shot from his core. It didn't travel; it simply was, where Reign had been, a perfect line of negation. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

And for the first time, Reign didn't explode on his own terms. The attack hit, and there was no golden burst, no shower of light.

There was simply… nothing. A perfect, silent hole in the world where the he had stood. The anti-existence blast tore upward, carving a scar into the heavens that would not heal for a thousand years.

Below, the land, which had been tearing itself apart, suddenly fell still. The winds died. The cracking of mountains ceased. A profound, terrifying quiet fell over the world.

Solmir hovered, his vents glowing with a dull, exhausted red. He had done it. He had turned the unturnable. He watched the empty space, his eyes searching for any trace of energy. There was none.

"That's what you get for being too arrogant," he sneered. "Your so-called immortality was nothing but a lie."

"Hahaha"

A chuckle echoed. It didn't come from a single direction. It came from everywhere. From the wind, from the light , from the stones of the shattered mountain below.

"Was it?" The voice was a symphony of condescension. "Or did you just delete the canvas I was painting on?"

Before Solmir could even process the taunt, Reign showed up again, not a single mark or wound on him.

The radiant god was speechless, unable to make sense of it.

That strike was built to erase anything it touched.

Nothing should have slipped past it.

Nothing should have come back from it.

Yet Reign floated there, whole and calm, as if the attack had been a gust of wind.

Reign's smile grew.

"That was close," he said, as if talking about a near-miss in a spar. "Strong move. Nearly got me."

Solmir's eyes widened.

Reign let out a short laugh. "Curious how I made it ?"

He tilted his head, smug and relaxed. "Guess it won't change anything now, so here's the answer... Time is my bitch so I stopped it."

The golden god swallowed hard. Time stop wasn't unheard of. The highest god, Chronos, used a version of it. The radiant god knew how that power worked.

It didn't halt true time. It only locked matter in place in certain areas. It froze motion, not existence.

By that logic, his anti-existence strike should have ignored it. The attack wasn't bound to matter. It erased concepts. It should have gone straight through any time freeze.

But it was still dodged, and brushed off.

A chill spread through Solmir's metal frame.

Did that mean Reign's time stop wasn't the same as Chronos's?

Did it sit above it?

The idea twisted his core.

If Reign could slow an erasure beam inside a frozen world…

Then the radiant god wasn't fighting someone with tricks.

He was fighting an entity whose rules sat higher than the gods he once feared.

Frankly, Solmir's reaction made sense. Time stop sat in a league that few beings could handle.

Only true monsters—things like the Void Creature or Re—could shrug it off.

They moved on a level that broke logic, a place where normal rules meant nothing. Anyone else would freeze like a statue the moment the world locked still.

"You did well," Reign broke the silence. "You helped me warm up. But in the end, you're just a lower life form that hit its ceiling. If you've got nothing left, then let's end this. There are more worlds to break and stronger monsters waiting."

"Lower life form?" Solmir repeated.

He, who climbed past the limits of highest gods, who rebuilt himself into a being beyond flesh, was being dismissed like trash. The insult was so absurd he let out a bitter laugh.

But that laugh didn't hide the sting.

Or the rage.

His pride refused to accept an ending like this.

"ARGHHH!"

His roar shook the broken sky as he raised a fist. Every energy in his body surged. Every vent screamed. Every gear pushed more power than it should have held.

He opened both palms. A beam formed between them again—but this time he didn't fire it. He forced it inward.

The light trembled as he squeezed it, compressing the attack, crushing the blast into a tighter and tighter point.

"This is my strongest attack. If you can take it, then I'll admit defeat." he roared, stalling for every second he could while the compressed radiance strained between his hands.

Reign's smile widened. He lifted a hand and beckoned forward.

"Come on then. Pour every drop you have into it."