Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Athan waited for Nathalie to open, but she took her time and braced what was for them to come.

He never understood this part of hers; but ever since they've arrived here shown cracks of hers, little by little.

'This place must've meant so much to her, in the most conflicted way…' Though he couldn't help but glance at the varnished hardwood door in front of him. 'A rare sight indeed, is it the place or the guy?'

When she did, an inaudible chant she spoke as she clutched her chest before she opened the door without even knocking at it.

From there, his eyes almost gouged out of the sockets from what was in front of him.

'I can see her mana decreasing… What is she channeling?'

Aside from Mystique, it was the man in front of him, who had great similarities to him.

'This must be Tyler…'

Silence incurred for a while, and no sides bothered uttering as everyone was in total shock; except for Nathalie, who had a stern gaze while Mystique had a devilish smirk.

Athan's reaction reflected so much from Tyler like he was surprised to find who was somehow identical to him, despite the variation of colors.

If this happened back in this world, through a gimmick used to impersonate would be a capital offense— no sane man would've done the way he did but the world they were in had no magic, to begin with...

While coming to this world also had such similarities of people he saw thus far, it still blew his mind seeing the counterpart.

Out of all, it had to be him nonetheless.

Nothing helped at all that something was going on between Tyler and Nathalie, and not in a good way.

'I've never been so impressed. I had the hunch but—' he stopped for a while and gauged him for something else. Without any magic powers, he was the same as him. 

He wore a gray formal suit with a stark black tie and other accessories donned to him.

But his hand that was on Mystique's waist was rather unsightly. 

As though they were about to make out in this formal place like no other, more so knowing they were coming regardless.

Mystique, in such an alluring black sheer dress— a great cleavage and slits from open sleeves and on her right leg, showing some of her glistening alabaster skin— while she had a clutch in her hand. 

She looked like she was about to embrace him with her leg slowly raised to his knee, and as much as he hated to admit it, a slight wrung bloomed his chest.

'She's alive and perhaps the real deal…' Although he couldn't help but think that she hadn't changed even from the first glance.

However, the heavy tension in the atmosphere stopped as soon as Nathalie crossed her arms while giving her quite a stare.

Tyler's countenance brimmed with shock, with his parted lips to a tremble while pointing out Nathalie like he had seen a ghost. It went back and forth as it then landed at Mystique.

"Nathalie?! I— Is that you—?!"

Suddenly, her touches crept a thin sheet of ice, which his hisses now let loose and he ended up screaming bloody murder. 

"Hands off!" Nathalie commanded, which also stopped Mystique's vile action. "Don't make me force you."

Retracting the ice, he then breathed deeply while looking at her with such horror.

But then, he still couldn't move away, noticing how the cuff sleeves and soles of his black leather shoes had a sheet of ice around them.

"Ahh, what a scary threat."

Nathalie, glancing up and down, then spat at her, "You seem to be having so much 'fun' here." She huffed out, eyes-rolling. "Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes…" She giggled, then grazed over her fingers on Tyler's rigid jawline. "I feel better than I was before."

"I thought you had no more mana in you."

"I have unlimited supply here, as you can see." She then slinked her fingertips onto the trail of buttons of Tyler's sleeve.

"Do you think I'm kidding around? Dear, please… I'd beg to differ as you've gone way worse."

'Violette…' It was all that Athan though as he ended up agreeing in silence. 

While it did crack the smug smirk on Mystique's face a tad bit, her glances now went at Athan, and then got worse as she had a glimpse of Keith and Arnold.

"I don't want to torture him. I feel bad I'm exposed to such bad timing." Mystique then let go of Tyler and leaned her spine on the corner of the office table with legs crossed. "I never thought that I'd be able to see my father and my obedient knight here..." 

"I'd say thanks to you."

"Did I? Oh well, what gratitude." Mystique scoffed at her; from her indigo eyes glinted as she couldn't look away from the three people around Nathalie that had such a connection to her. "Are you planning to stop me?"

Nathalie wasn't the one to back down but he beckoned Athan and Arnold to make sense to her at least.

Athan had his gut much upset while gulping hard. "Violette, I hope it's not too late but please accept my sincerest apologies for I never considered either your thoughts or feelings for the matter. I was wrong, and I take full responsibility for my actions."

"Mysti, please… Come back to me…" Arnold already had his voice croak while he trudged forth.

Right off the bat, Mystique got taken aback, and even it was a glimpse on her visage— he caught sight of her how much she longed and waited for this sweet moment.

But things won't be as easy with such words weren't enough to swoon her over.

Her face scrunched further in disbelief. Her glances turned out she had a strong desire to deny his existence; but everything about him was beyond genuine— the real deal.

"I never thought I'd see you again, for real, father but rather how unfortunate it had to be at this moment in time." She had a forced smile with her leers all for him to take. "But going back won't be the same."

"W— What do you mean?"

"I have always followed our principle." She then turned sideways, overlooking through the city lights now popping out with such a flashy luminescence as the sun went down.. "Now that you're here, I'm sure you've seen the bigger world."