Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World-Chapter 637: Suppression

Reign scoffed. "What do you think? Of course, I killed them. You should be thanking me for saving Heaven, not looking at me like I'm some kind of villain." He paused.

"Or what? Don't tell me you children don't know how to show gratitude."

They looked doubtful at first, but the moment they focused, traces of various energies filled the air. It was clear a massive battle had taken place.

"I'm sorry we delayed our thanks," Gabriel bowed his head. The others followed his lead.

They wanted to blame Reign for disappearing during the war, but after witnessing the result of his decision, none of them had the courage to speak against him.

"I don't need your thanks. Hurry up and use your divine creation to fix the capital city. We need to rebuild it quickly."

They looked up, agreeing with his decision.

Right now, the priority was to fix what was destroyed—something to motivate the surviving angel cities. They needed to show them that Heaven had triumphed, and that it would return stronger than ever.

Gabriel looked at Reign and finally acknowledged him.

His personality might have been rough, but there was no denying that he got things done.

With the added workforce, the task progressed quickly. Reign, however, remained seated on a piece of floating debris, watching them work without lifting a finger.

They focused first on rebuilding the floating island, pulling in loose rock formations and merging them together.

Next, they embedded some kind of runes in certain areas, allowing the waterfalls to flow again.

Then came the debris. Rubble from shattered buildings floated up and started slotting together.

Normally, creations like this would fade with time. But since they were in Heaven, the structures stayed, sustained by the natural energy of the realm.

Watching it all was like seeing a movie in reverse—each piece locking perfectly into place.

Seeing their divine abilities in real time only reinforced Reign's belief that angels were not suited for high-level combat.

Their powers were more focused on making things and giving life, rather than destruction and warfare.

A few hours later, the capital city stood tall once more, repaired enough to resemble its former glory.

Some structures, however, remained nonfunctional despite their restored appearance—divine creation alone wasn't enough to bring everything back.

He had already half-expected this, since those structures were more like artifacts—rebuilding them required a more complicated process than simple restoration.

But without the angels, the place was empty—like a beautiful shell with no soul inside.

Inside the main castle, Reign walked slowly down the aisle. The hall stretched endlessly, silent except for the echo of footsteps.

Ahead, a throne came into view—massive, radiant, unlike anything he'd ever seen.

Light poured from behind it, forming what looked like golden clouds suspended in motion.

Angel statues circled the throne, frozen mid-dance, mouths parted in silent song. They weren't just decorative, they felt alive, locked in a moment that never ended.

Reign stopped. His eyes narrowed.

"What is that?" he asked.

Gabriel stood beside him, hands behind his back. For a moment, he looked puzzled—then remembered that Reign use to be a normal angel.

"That's Father's throne," Gabriel said softly. "It's been empty since the day he left."

Reign stared at it. "Anyone using it?"

Gabriel's and his sibling's faces turned cold. Their wings shifted slightly, like a reflex.

"No one," he said. "No one dares."

The way he said it wasn't just about reverence. It was common sense—no one was worthy enough to sit on the throne of God.

SWOOOOSH!

Reign leaned back, arms draped over the throne like it belonged to him. His leg swung lazily over one armrest, fingers tapping the other like a bored king.

"Oh nice," he said with a smirk. "It's comfortable. Perfect for someone like me—you know, the one who saved Heaven."

Gabriel's voice came out low and sharp. "Get off that throne."

Reign didn't budge. He tilted his head and taunted them.

"What if I don't want to? What are you going to do...force me?"

"That seat is reserved for Father! You don't have the right!" one of the archangels shouted.

But before he could say more, a crushing pressure filled the room, forcing everyone to their knees. Their heads hit the floor, unable to rise.

The Reign before them wasn't the same one they once knew. His presence alone made it clear—if he wanted to, he could erase them with a thought.

"I don't like your tone," Reign said coldly. "I risked my life saving Heaven because you useless angels couldn't even put up a decent fight against the devils—and now you're telling me I can't sit on this chair?

Gabriel forced a reply, his voice trembling from enduring the pressure

"This isn't about what you contributed… You can't sit on Father's seat. That thing is sacred…"

"Sacred? What's more sacred than the being who saved all your asses?"

"Who saved heaven? Was it your father, or was it me?"

"F...Father gave you that power!" Rafael snapped.

Reign leaned back into the throne, his lips curling into a smirk as he let out a low, mocking laugh.

"Did he?" Reign's tone was casual, almost dismissive. "Or did I take it, just like how I took everything else for me?"

The pressure in the room seemed to intensify, suffocating, as Reign's presence towered over them all.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it happened.

His aura surged, and all twenty divine wings unfurled behind him, their sheer presence overwhelming the room.

The archangels watched in disbelief as the power they had always believed could only be achieved by their creator, their revered father, was now embodied by another.

"I AM THE STRONGEST!"

His voice shattered the silence, booming through the hall, a force that rattled their very souls.

"I AM YOUR GOD!" He stood tall, his presence overwhelming, casting a shadow over all who dared to stand before him.

"And no one is above me. Not even your useless father who abandoned you."

The angels before him, once so certain of their divine order, trembled beneath the weight of his proclamation.

"WORSHIP ME OR DIE..."