I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist

Charlie Dust had a headache.

Maybe it was because he'd been stuck in Camelot for the past two weeks, forced to wait after being sent to secure an invitation for Gevurah.

Or maybe it was the constant surveillance. For fourteen days straight, Laura and Jostin had been keeping an eye on him. Jostin wasn't too bad, but Laura? She seemed to enjoy bullying him a little too much. Somehow, though, he'd gotten used to both of them—and even to Camelot itself. That was probably the scariest part.

But none of that was the real reason for his headache.

The real reason? He'd done his job and gotten the invitation, but now he had to escort some guy to the wedding. The problem was, this man didn't seem like he had anything to do with Gevurah at all. He barely spoke, and when he did, it was only to make sarcastic comments about Charlie's health and habits.

Just as he was lost in thought, a loud voice interrupted him.

"Hey! Charlie! Where the hell have you been?!"

Charlie turned to see a familiar figure approaching, camera in hand—one of the reporters from [Daily Arcadia].

Of course, Daily Arcadia wasn't about to send just him to cover such a historic event. They'd deployed a whole team of top reporters.

"Shaun…" Charlie muttered as the grinning man strode up to him.

"Come on, buddy, I was just worried about you," Shaun laughed.

"You were hoping I wouldn't come back, weren't you?" Charlie shot back with a scoff.

Shaun was a senior at Daily Arcadia, but Charlie had been outshining him ever since he arrived. And after he filmed the wedding between Britannia's Imperial Princess and Gevurah's Supreme Commander, Ivan Zakharovich Kozlow, his career had skyrocketed. That footage had been his golden ticket.

"Oh?" Shaun raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you get bold enough to throw insults at me, Charlie?"

Charlie quickly averted his gaze.

"I wasn't insulting you…" He muttered, but the memories of Shaun and the others teasing him back at Daily Arcadia were already creeping up on him.

"Good," Shaun smirked before shifting his attention to the man standing beside Charlie.

The stranger looked completely out of place—dressed in a lab coat, his white hair unkempt, as if he hadn't even considered fixing it before showing up.

"And who's that?" Shaun asked, grimacing.

"Oh, he's… my assistant," Charlie replied, a bit awkwardly.

He glanced at Adam, hoping for some kind of input, but the man seemed far too occupied scanning the surrounding buildings. They were still inside the venue, just past the entrance gates. Both of them had been allowed in, but Charlie had lingered outside, setting up camera angles for exterior shots.

"Assistant?" Shaun scoffed. "Then why the hell isn't your assistant wearing formal clothes? Do you want to embarrass Daily Arcadia? Should I call up the higher-ups?"

"N–No! Wait!" Charlie panicked. "He just… hasn't changed yet! Don't worry! I'll have him change right away!"

"You better," Shaun sneered before walking off.

Charlie let out a long sigh of relief, watching Shaun disappear into the crowd. Then, he shot a glare at Adam.

"You. Are you really the guy Laura and Jostin told me about?"

Adam finally turned his gaze toward him and gave a small nod.

"Then why did you come in a lab coat?!"

"I'm a scientist," Adam replied matter-of-factly.

Charlie blinked. "What the hell?"

Why on earth had Gevurah sent him a scientist to attend a wedding? He couldn't make sense of it.

"And a doctor," Adam added, as if that clarified anything.

"No, you're not. Right now, you're my assistant," Charlie said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a spare suit—white, neatly folded, brought just in case he needed to extend his stay. "Here. We're about the same height, so it should fit you. Put it on."

Adam frowned slightly. "I'd rather keep my coat."

Charlie groaned, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "No! You're attending a wedding, not conducting an experiment! And that bag too—leave it!" He gestured toward the worn satchel slung over Adam's shoulder.

"No," Adam shot back without hesitation. That bag carried his medicines and gadgets—essentials if he needed to fight or defend himself. Parting with it wasn't an option.

Charlie grimaced but eventually sighed in defeat. "Fine. You can keep the bag. But if you want to step foot inside that hall, you're changing into formal attire. No suit, no entry. Got it?"

Adam said nothing, simply grabbing the neatly folded suit. He turned to leave but paused. "Where do I change?"

"There should be guest changing rooms inside. If not, just use the restroom—"

Adam was already walking away before Charlie could finish. There was no way he'd change in a public restroom used by thousands. He was a clean freak, after all.

Stepping inside, Adam took in the grandeur of the venue. The main hall stretched wide, with two upper floors where guests could watch the ceremony like spectators at a theater. But what immediately caught his attention wasn't the décor—it was the sheer number of people. A quick scan told him there were hundreds of Under-Value present, as expected at a noble gathering.

Suppressing his disgust, Adam stayed near the walls, avoiding the lavishly dressed nobles clustered in the center, chatting and laughing in that particular way nobles did—like people born with silver spoons in their mouths. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

Spotting a staff member carrying a tray of drinks, Adam stopped him. "Where can I change?"

"Third floor, sir," the man replied without hesitation.

Adam gave a curt nod and made his way up the stairs. He could feel the curious stares trailing him—his appearance and attire clearly standing out among the nobles—but he ignored them.

Upon reaching the third floor, Adam immediately noticed fewer nobles around. Instead, most people here were either engaged in quiet conversation or heading toward the far end of the corridor. When he looked closer, he spotted a line of people waiting in front of a set of doors.

Curious, Adam stepped closer and realized the doors were marked—one for men, the other for women. Both had a considerable line in front of them.

He had assumed he'd be one of the few needing to change, but that clearly wasn't the case. The people in line were already dressed impeccably, yet here they were, waiting for their turn. Of course, it made sense—nobles were obsessed with their appearance. Even the slightest flaw in their attire was unacceptable, so having an extra change of clothes was just another part of their vanity.

Adam sighed as he reached the back of the line, already feeling drained.

Thankfully, once inside, there were several changing stalls. Still, the wait was long. And judging by the sheer length of the women's line, their wait was even worse.

He didn't have time for this. Finding Krainel Salvador was his priority—before Krainel found him, which was far more likely given Adam's unique white hair. In a crowd like this, he stood out too much.

Under normal circumstances, he would have left this job to the others, but that wasn't an option. Ivan and Azrael? Absolutely not. Their mere presence would suffocate the entire hall. Rufus? He'd probably pick fights left and right. James? He'd use the 'search' as an excuse to rob every noble of their jewelry. And King? He'd be too busy flirting with every woman in sight.

Isaac would have been the ideal choice for this mission. He had spent his entire life among nobility, blending in, and he shared their disdain for commoners. But there was a problem—Luna-Evelyn and her allies were likely present, and they knew Isaac's face. That ruled him out.

Which left only one option: Adam.

Sure, he could fully switch to Yvan's persona, but that form was practically useless in a fight unless he borrowed abilities from the other Antagonists—which would only complicate things.

Adam was then next best choice.

Still, he needed to avoid running into Luna-Evelyn and the others if possible. They all had their eyes on the Book of Asmodeus, just like he did. Maybe he should have worn a disguise, but an artifact strong enough to bypass security would require both immense power and a constant supply of mana—neither of which Adam had. The only artifact capable of such a thing had already been given to Gorn for impersonating Leon Cromwell.

"..."

Growing tired of waiting, Adam scanned the area for an alternative. A room where he could change without standing in line. It didn't take long to find one—an isolated door at the far end of the hall.

Without hesitation, he made a beeline for it.

Reaching for the knob, he tried to turn it—but something blocked it. A faint glow flickered across the door, revealing a protective mana seal.

Adam frowned.

Why the hell was a random door warded with a spell like this?

His curiosity sparked. He had inherited Victor Frankenstein's insatiable need for discovery, after all. There was no way he'd ignore this. In the worse case, Krainel might be inside scheming something.

Reaching into his bag, Adam pulled out a small needle—an anti-mana tool of his own creation. The same one he had used to disable his and Cattleya's GPS bracer trackers. It was one of his finest inventions, further enhanced through extensive research. A weapon designed specifically to counter mana-based defenses.

Without hesitation, he raised the needle and drove it into the barrier.

The spell shattered instantly with a crack and sparkles fell down before disappearing.

Adam turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

"..."

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