Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

595  Total War Part 1

A loud alarm echoed through the room, snapping them out of their thoughts.

Ariel shot to her feet, her hand moving quickly to materialize a white robe that shimmered as it appeared around her body.

Her expression darkened. "I don't like this feeling,"

Ra stood up right after, his senses sharp. He could feel the tremor through the floor, a deep rumble that told him everything he needed to know. The city was under attack.

Ariel quickly pressed a button on her desk.

The walls around them vibrated for a moment, and then multiple monitors flickered to life, displaying live footage of the city.

A huge, glowing red gate appeared in the center of the city. It pulsed with a strange light, making the air around it feel like it was bending. From the gate, creatures began to pour out—devils in overwhelming numbers, surging like a massive wave. The moment they set foot on the city's ground, the massacre began.

People, caught completely off guard, screamed in terror as they scrambled to escape. Panic spread like wildfire through the streets as civilians ran in every direction, desperately seeking shelter.

The devils didn't hesitate; they tore through everything in their path—shredding through cars, ripping down buildings, and slaughtering anyone unlucky enough to cross their way.

But Central City wasn't without its defenses. The moment the attack began, the response was quick. Cybernetic fighters, their bodies enhanced with glowing implants, moved like shadows through the neon-lit alleys, using the city's infrastructure to their advantage.

They vaulted off walls and flipped over barriers, taking out devils with quick, precise strikes.

And they were not done yet.

The sound of gunfire and explosions echoed through the streets as robots joined the fray, their metallic limbs smashing through the devils like battering rams.

Their arrival gave hope. A brilliant light erupted from the skies as their divine energy flared to life, illuminating the battlefield with a blinding glow.

The devils hesitated for a brief moment, their unease clear at the presence of these celestial beings. The angels descended like a storm of light, their golden weapons gleaming. Swords, bows, axes, and spears of radiant energy appeared in their hands, each one filled with the intent to irradicate evil. Some angels rode on majestic, winged horses, their steeds soaring through the air as they slashed down from above.

Others fought on the ground, their movements a blur as they clashed with the devils, their weapons flashing with each strike.

With the alliance of humans and angels, the tide of the battle began to shift.

Together, they formed an unbreakable front, pushing the devils back on all sides.

Just as the devils began to retreat, the ground beneath their feet trembled again.

This time, it was different—a deep, rumbling force that shook the very foundation of the city. The sky, once lit by the golden glow of the angels and the flash of cybernetic weapons, began to darken

A shadow, vast and incomprehensible, began to form at the heart of the battlefield.

The humans and angels, their victory within reach, stopped moving. A loud crack split the air, like thunder breaking the earth itself. From the center of the battlefield, the ground shattered, and a massive portal, black as the void, opened wide. A dark wind howled from the portal, bringing with it the heavy smell of smoke and ashes.

From the depths of the portal, a massive figure began to emerge—towering over everything.

This devil was no ordinary creature. Standing at a terrifying 30 feet tall, he loomed like a god of destruction.

His skin was a deep, almost charcoal black, and his twelve sharp horns curled upward, each one gleaming in the dim light. His wings, massive and bat-like, stretched wide, each one as long as a bus. As he stepped forward, the ground shook with each heavy footstep, cracks spreading through the pavement.

When his hand closed into a tight fist, the air around him grew suffocating.

The pressure in the atmosphere increased, and with a deafening force, everything in the sky—drones, helicopters, flying cars, angels—was yanked downward.

Those with enough strength to resist the overwhelming pressure gritted their teeth, their bodies straining against the crushing force. But deep inside, they were trembling. The being before them was none other than Satan himself. --

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"Ariel," Ra said, turning to her, "we need to leave. Now."

Ariel didn't argue. She knew, deep down, that even with Ra by her side, there was no way they could defeat Satan.

The difference in power was too vast, and the odds were stacked against them.

The best course of action was clear: flee. Abandon the west, and find safety elsewhere.

Her thoughts briefly drifted to her sisters, most of whom were in heaven.

They could rebuild from there, regroup, and plan for the future. It wasn't a defeat—it was a strategic retreat, a chance to survive and fight another day. "Let's go," she said quietly.

Ra closed his eyes and focused. The air around him vibrated as he prepared to teleport them out of the city first. "Hold on tight." he ordered. She nodded. "I'm ready."

Ra reached out his hand to her, and just as they were about to teleport, a sudden, overwhelming sense of danger washed over him. "Damn it! I can't teleport!"

His instincts kicked in. With no time to waste, he quickly raised his other hand, creating a powerful protective barrier around them.

BOOOOOM!

An attack from above came down devastating force, tearing through the entire building in a single blow.

"Are you Reign?" The devil asked, his voice deep and rough, like it was coming through a speaker with max bass. Ra's blood ran cold at the name. Reign? That was a name he buried long ago, a past he tried to forget. And now, hearing Satan mention it, stirred something deep inside him, making him afraid.

What was odd was that the fear Ra felt wasn't from Satan himself, but from the name Reign, as if it were an entity separate from him.

But deep down, Ra knew the truth—it wasn't another being. Reign was just his old self, a personality, not a being that could haunt him.

"I'm not Reign. My name is Ra," he forced himself to reply, his voice steady despite the crushing pressure that weighed on him. "You're not him?" Satan raised an eyebrow. After a moment of thought, he gave a slow nod, everything suddenly made sense.

"I see, so I got the wrong person." His grin widened. "That explains it. There's no way someone that Lilith acknowledged could be a spineless being like you."

His heart clenched at the mention of Lilith. She used him to get what she wanted. If not for his mistakes, none of this would unfold. She wouldn't gain the seed without his help, and now, all this destruction rested mostly on his shoulders.

Satan smiled, watching Ra's reaction closely.

"Lilith told me you were too evil, even for her own taste. But I don't feel any threat from you at all. Maybe she exaggerated." He threw his head back and laughed. "I..." Ra's fists clenched, but he kept his composure, knowing the last thing he needed was to show weakness.

"I'm not the same person you're thinking of," Ra replied, his voice colder than he intended.

Satan's grin stretched wider, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Oh, I believe you. You've clearly changed. You don't look like the threat I was warned about. In fact, you look pathetic."