Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie's lips parted for what he muttered out of nowhere. 'A who? Hold up, hold up… I know I didn't hear that right—'

"You must've been curious… Never have I imagined that the one I've served my loyalty to was the only creator."

But then with his smiles and the rest of his gestures that matched his heat signatures, he was far from lying at all.

Only when he started to open his mouth and allowed himself to explain what he meant, did she gasp aloud.

To him, miracles happened in his favor.

Nathalie was in all ears as this had been the most vulnerable moment and how to open Keith was for as long as she could remember. He dropped his head low, glancing at his clasped hands with a long face.

It was already hard to believe to hear it from his mouth, whenever a situation called he needed help, or the least he expected would've come— not that he was a religious man, to begin with, but then his prayers have answered the way he wanted it to be…

Keith lived throughout his life in the lowest level of society, with the only thought to survive for another day. Every adversary came his way; but before he could snap out of insanity, there would always be a voice that screamed to pull himself together, and carried on throughout his life.

He thought of luck at first, being able to survive from what a hellish past he had; but it wasn't until he noticed that things brought so much as a coincidence— only to learn someone out there watched his every move and pulled him away from crazy dangers.

"I still have nightmares, as you've seen me before…" he trailed off his voice, drooping his ears as he looked at her out of embarrassment. "They haunt me more often than not, but that soothing voice always came in perfect timing…"

Which he then included at that time of his life he had been but a pleasure-body amongst women; coincidentally a distinct voice mused his ears, which then Mystique came in a timely fashion.

She gripped a handful of her clothing by the thighs as she pondered, 'Right… How could I forget that scene…'

"But then, I realized it was yours… It was a lot better when I was able to see you…"

He flashed his smile, one of the warmest as she would've noted, ever since she laid his eyes on him.

'Did he mean in those nightmares? But… I don't think I differ that much from Mystique—'

Meanwhile, she couldn't fathom the crazy emotions that welled up within him. Thinking about Mystique and her of one similar entity, but at the same time different was too much for her to explain if it made sense.

"So, I've thought about it for some time now…" he trailed off his voice, suggesting how he had come to terms with what the ounce of truth he got. "When you were asleep, I asked… That man, Jonathan, the other him…"

[Y— You did?]

Keith nodded. "At first, he was rather unwilling, with the situation you were in; but then, learning the crazy truth, he thought he didn't have much of a choice."

She then went silent, leaning closer.

He also knew the manuscript, and he was rather appalled to learn it was no different from a prophecy.

Instead, a little unreliable coming close to the present events subject to change, which she tried too hard to change the narrative to what it was then.

While she did write the book, there was only so much she could do with the limited pages given to her. Even though there were so many details within the panorama of dreams back then, she was rather constrained.

Which then left as a couple of notes and drafts she put up, trying her best to match the story that she had in mind to what she desired. 

Unbeknownst to her, there was so much more the world had to offer, and at one point made her so small and cast doubt as an author but also lit up a fire in her heart— the desire to discover and venture to the uncharted rivers of plots in the story she made.

Though Keith might've been one of the male leads that would've surrounded most of the female ensemble in the story, she ended up regretting as much with limited scenes provided for him.

After all, he wasn't the main focus of the story, but she was as biased as everybody else— always ended up conflicting with Tyler. Y

Yet she was stubborn; never did she thought what she'd done to him worked like a miracle.

But then, something in her drive to show what Mystique had to offer, the idea always lingered to do what she wanted the most. In line with Keith, it was also a perfect idea to hit two birds in one stone.

[But, aren't you afraid of me?]

"I beg your pardon?"

[I'm also not the Mystique you once knew…]

"... And so?"

[W— What about Mystique?]

"I do know she went back to her old ways the moment she saw another limelight— a glimmer of hope— and that was through you… All Mystique wanted to redeem herself was in you."

[No! Didn't you have feelings for her—?]

"I don't think you should worry about that." He stared at her for a minute before putting up a smile.

Nathalie furrowed her brows as she slammed her palms on the quilt, drawing close to him. [Why not?!]

"I know I'm crazy enough to ask such a wish but I now realized who I wanted to be with..."

From there, he went on, she was more than willing to put herself in danger when needed, much like Mystique but only to those important to her.

A sudden flush on her cheeks came, and she didn't want to let him know how his limbs weakened, so she went aggressive at him.

With it, she grabbed him by the collar, trembling, as she whispered, "I've thought hard for so long the day would come you'll hate me to the bone. For what I've done…"

"I now knew more than I ever had then… I've had my fair share being too cruel to you when I doubted you. After all that you've done for me, I've been too ungrateful."

Nathalie then let go of him, unable to look at his face with the question she had in mind.

Her thoughts went disarray as the tension between them rose, but then Ashtra barged through the door, screaming.

"Bad news! Enemy incoming!"