I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist

"Wow, is that really you, Adam?" Lea asked, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

She had just finished styling Adam's white hair, slicking it back in a stylish manner, and had even added a touch of makeup to give his pale skin a healthier glow. She might've gone a little overboard with the extra touches—none of which Adam had asked for—but the deed was done.

Adam, however, barely spared his reflection a glance as he stood up.

"You're going to drive all the ladies wild, Adam," Lea teased with a mischievous grin.

"Was that really necessary, though?" Lyanna cut in, arms crossed. "Isn't he just here to check on the bride and her soon-to-be husband?"

"A doctor is needed in case of emergencies," Adam replied swiftly. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

The real reason, though, had nothing to do with medical duty. He wasn't leaving without the Book of Asmodeus. He needed to see it with his own eyes, to study it thoroughly.

Lyanna eyed him thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "You seem oddly dedicated despite having such a lifeless expression." Then, before he could respond, she added, "Anyway, I'm coming with you. I want to get a look at the man marrying my niece."

"That won't be necessary—"

"You're coming with me," she interrupted, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the door.

Before leaving, she placed her palm against the wooden frame, casting a protective barrier over it to ensure no unwelcome visitors could enter. But as she did, a thought struck her.

"Now that I think about it… how did a mere guard break through my spell earlier?" She muttered, throwing Adam a curious glance.

Adam kept his expression neutral. The truth was, there had been no guard—it was him who had undone her spell. But he wasn't about to admit that.

"He must've been a strong one," Adam said vaguely.

"Oh? And what did he look like?"

"I don't really remember people I don't care about," Adam replied, lying through his teeth.

Lyanna scoffed. "For someone who seems smart, you sure act like an idiot sometimes." She gave him a once-over. "And you're awfully young for a doctor… What are you, late teens? Same age as my niece, at best."

Adam said nothing, simply letting her assumptions be. It was easier that way.

"Wouldn't your parents be worried?" Lyanna asked, glancing at Adam.

"I don't have any parents," Adam replied. "And I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

"Oh? Did I hit a sore spot?" Lyanna smirked, clearly enjoying herself.

Adam abruptly stopped walking and turned to face her. His hazel eyes were unreadable as he studied her. "You're what… five, maybe seven years older than me at most? And from what you implied earlier, no man has ever touched your hymen." He said seriously. "I, on the other hand, lost my purity long ago and have taken a woman's as well. If anything, that makes me more experienced than you, Miss Lyanna."

Lyanna's face instantly turned red—not out of embarrassment alone, but from sheer indignation. Furious, she grabbed Adam's shirt and yanked him closer. "Do you even hear yourself? You and your words! Don't say embarrassing things like that in public you stupid..."

Adam remained utterly unbothered, simply looking down at her with indifference. Slowly, he raised a hand and placed it over hers, his fingers lightly touching the fabric of his shirt.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he said. "Virginity is valuable. A woman who chooses to wait for the right man is admirable compared to those who throw it away carelessly. I respect that."

Lyanna opened her mouth but found herself speechless.

Her grip loosened, but she couldn't look away from Adam's eyes. His gaze was unreadable, but there was an odd sincerity in his words that almost moved her.

Letting go of his shirt, she sighed and shook her head with a small smile. "You really are a weird man."

"You're a strong woman," Adam replied. "Judging from a glance, I'd say you're at least SS-rank. How did you reach that level at such a young age."

Hearing him acknowledge her strength, Lyanna smirked. "I trained hard. And I'm a fast learner."

"In combat, brute strength, and battle strategy, yes," Adam added.

Lyanna's smirk twitched. "Do I look like some kind of savage monster to you?"

"No," Adam replied, shaking his head. "You're a woman in your mid-twenties—"

"Enough already," she cut him off before he started giving her an entire biography.

She walked ahead in silence, trying to regain her composure. Conversing with Adam was proving to be exhausting. Yet, she couldn't shake the strange pull she felt toward him.

Then she noticed his gaze still fixed on her.

"What are you staring at?" She asked a bit annoyed.

"Your body," Adam replied without hesitation.

"You—You…!" Lyanna spun around, glaring.

What was he staring at her for?!

She was wearing armor—there was nothing to see except maybe her legs. Was that what he was interested in?!

"You have a fascinating body, Ms. Lyanna," Adam said, his tone thoughtful rather than lecherous. "I've only seen one other physique like yours in this world. I didn't think I'd come across another."

He was remembering Luna-Evelyn. Was this some kind of rare gift? Something beyond mere chance? He wanted to know.

Lyanna's expression twisted in disgust. "Are you some kind of perverted doctor?"

Adam narrowed his eyes. "Perverse behavior is a sin." His voice was clipped, almost offended. "Men who leer at women like objects—they are under value in my book."

"Oh." Lyanna was taken aback. He actually seemed insulted, as if being mistaken for a pervert genuinely bothered him.

Truthfully, she had felt his eyes on her, but there had been nothing lustful in his gaze—only deep, weird curiosity.

Still, they were in public, surrounded by people eager for gossip. She didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of his odd behavior.

"Walk ahead," she ordered.

Adam didn't argue. He simply turned and did as he was told.

Watching him, Lyanna couldn't help but wonder—where the hell did this man come from? And why was he wearing a satchel over his suit…? He clearly didn't care about appearances or what others thought of him.

She liked that.

She, too, didn't give a damn about the opinions of nobles—their expectations that she act like a proper lady, or their schemes to marry her off for political gain.

"I have a request," Adam suddenly said.

Lyanna raised a brow. "Oh? You're making requests now?" She smirked, half-amused, half-exasperated. Was he bold, or just completely oblivious to his situation? "Let's hear it."

Adam, of course, took her seriously. "I need a full list of all guests, including their names. Especially the foreign ones. Also, I want copies of every invitation that was sent personally by the royals."

"Great. Do you want a coffee as well?"

"I don't drink coffee," Adam replied flatly. "Caffeine stimulates the cardiovascular system, which can lead to rapid heartbeat and palpitations."

Lyanna let out a sigh. "Are you aware that your smart-ass remarks can be really annoying?"

"If they annoy people, it's only because they know I'm right and they're wrong," Adam said arrogantly.

Lyanna stared at him, genuinely puzzled. "Did you really have a girlfriend? Actually lose your virginity? I have a hard time believing it."

Adam fell silent.

His mind drifted to Genevia. That night.

They had been enemies then—yet, despite that, they had given each other their first times. It had been foolish, reckless… but that was how deeply they had loved each other. Their bond had felt unbreakable, like they were soulmates. They had sworn never to part.

But after Victor Frankenstein's death, everything changed. Left to forge their own paths, Adam and Genevia had made their choices—choices that slowly pulled them apart.

Genevia had envisioned a world of justice, equality, and forgiveness. Adam, however, believed in absolute justice. The worthy—those he called Upper Values—would live to create a better world. The unworthy—Under Values—would be erased.

Their goal had been the same: to change the world, just as their adoptive father had wished. But the longer they walked, the more their paths diverged.

Genevia had always been destined for greatness—gifted in combat, powerful in mana. Meanwhile, Adam was born with none. But he had inherited something else. Victor Frankenstein's unparalleled knowledge of science and anatomy. Victor had taught him everything he knew, and Adam had gone beyond it—crossing into the realm of the taboo.

That was the day it became clear. The way Genevia had looked at him…

If he ever had to die, she would be the one to kill him.

"..."

Lyanna noticed Adam's silence but chose not to press further. They had reached the groom's chamber anyway.

She placed a hand on the door, deactivating the barrier before stepping inside.

"Oh?" Her brows furrowed. There were more people inside than expected.

"…" One of the women—a blonde breathtaking beauty with red eyes—parted her lips slightly, her gaze settling on Adam in shock.

It was Luna-Evelyn.