Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

[Newsflash! There will be a strong version of Mystique Blackwell, not the same name, I say! An upgraded version! Different!]

'This is somehow a vague message; let's get more through it.'

[Let's investigate: Mystique Blackwell of her known origins: One of which held with genuine interest as she is a renowned ice witch. She ruled the northern borders, more than half of which packed the landmasses with snow.]

'Indeed, everyone knew that—'

[However, the banishment location happened to be in the southern areas. In the empire's sovereignty, the only large body of water found in the southern direction, larger than the seas.]

'What the hell?'

Before she knew it, her eyes glued to the phone screen; as it went on, her hands had a slight tremor as it got a lot more accurate.

[Just who is Mystique Blackwell? Why was it to the south?... A mermaid? A serpentine? Her powers revolved around ice but never was that explicit of her origins. Could she be… An Undine?]

Her eyebrows creased from these conjectures; some of it was true that she doesn't want to acknowledge. They were meant to reveal this sequel she planned.

'Hold up! Hold up! HOLD. THE. FUCK. UP! I'm freaking out! Get the hell out of here!' She blinked her eyes as she ponders started to falter.

It has been a while that Nathalie had gone to her good old fashion ways, this was something she knew dearly, but this happened. She was almost trying to create an alternate account while reporting the video and the thread it had.

'Who?! Oh my gosh, I need to call the management—Security?! Security?! This can't be! Just who else is this video creator—? What…'

But the phone wasn't responding well with her clicks and taps.

'I need to contact Tyler, and this can't be! Just who is this person?' She sat up, sticking the phone almost close to her chest as she let out her tongue while typing fiercely. The rose petals that were on the tab crashed to the edge.

Nathalie then prattled as she continued scrolling through her phone, searching for the creator of the video. She shirked away her head, face contorting in skepticism when she mumbled softly.

'Mystique Blackwell.'

'Just who the fuck is this imposter?'

Before she could click the profile and search thoroughly, the phone slipped through her grip and dove within the lathered waters.

All the more, she continued to panic and pulled it out. By the time she placed it beside her, she had noticed it was no different from a dry object.

More than anything, Nathalie freaked out that she dropped her phone in the bubbling waters. Her hands immediately worked its way, trying to find

She wiped off her hands from the towel hanging by the stainless bar and touched the screen; every inch of it had no presence of moisture. The phone was water-resistant, but it shouldn't be like this at all.

It reminded her about the glass of water spilled hours ago.

Nathalie picked it up with her thumb and index finger, turning her phone around, as she wandered her gaze every nook and cranny of it.

It was dry.

That time, she splashed a handful of water on her phone, even while it was still on, and she noticed how the water slithered away as though they were disgusted about the device.

'I'm pretty sure I took my medications regularly. I think I need to go back to the psychiatrist for another consultation. This is driving me insane.'

A cue that she needed to get out of here and unwind; taking a bath was over.

She only donned her bathrobe, scurried towards her room as she checked the manuscript on her study table.

Nathalie was livid to know this firsthand.

There had been so many instances of some spoilers leaked, but it was just some conjectures and theories that the readers came up with. Even she had her time fangirling about few references she could find on some movies, comics, and any other literary arts.

But this didn't exist in this field, there are bound to have spoilers in the long run, but it was never this accurate.

She could think of few people, but there was not an ounce of doubt that they were culprits.

To point out, Tyler never had any idea of this.

Page by page, her gaze skimmed left to right. Goosebumps got worse and had her all over as she flipped it until the end. Most of the information shown on that video was in the manuscript she planned for a long time.

'Was it leaked?' She placed the manuscript she made and crossed her arm. 'Who would? Even Daisy only knew a glimpse of it—like a brainstorming activity.'

She was in retrospect for a little while, trying to connect the dots.

But it only gave her a light headache, which was a sign that it somehow took a toll on her body.

Nathalie, after preparing herself for a decent sleep, finally crashed into the bed. She stared at the ceiling of the four-posted bed, of queen size, and allowed her to contemplate.

'Was it because of the sneak peek that Tyler and the management released? But when I confronted him, though, it wasn't all about this. Just who was that person? A crazy fanatic? Possibly…'

For the most part, she hoped for the best that it would get buried from the hot topic that Tyler, so brazenly, announced through different media outlets. It was worse than what Tyler did.

On the other hand, she could still force her way against Tyler and prove to him the worth she had at least.

To prove that it was worth the risk to the people who don't believe in her still.

'...That wasn't a good joke. At. All…'

By the end of it, the quick adrenaline rush ebbed once again, making her consciousness dwindle more than ever. Her body plopped on the bed with her cheek crashing the soft, warm quilt. Her eyes slowly closed, taking a glimpse of the manuscript that she worked on last night.

A tad more gaze before the world went dark.