Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

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As I swung the door open, a surreal scene unfolded before me. Zeph lay sprawled on the ground, seemingly unconscious, while a man nonchalantly lit a cigarette.

His casual demeanor sharply contrasted with the disarray of the room, which looked as if a tornado had paid it a visit.

The man's response to my arrival was baffling. "Oh, shit, no smoking in front of a kid, I guess, hahaha." He chuckled as if the situation were a mere inconvenience.

"Zeph!" I called out, my concern for him overriding my confusion. "What did you do to him?" My intuition was urging me to trust him, to see beyond the chaos, but his presence left me wary.

"Calm down, girl. It was him who attacked me," the man retorted, his words contradicting my initial assumptions.

Before I could react, he handed me a vial of potion. "Here, make him drink this, he'll wake up."

My intuition, however, seemed to have other plans, suggesting an opportunity to kiss Zeph while he lay unconscious.

The thought was both alluring and disconcerting, but it was swiftly interrupted by the man's actions.

"What are you thinking, girl?" He sighed, shaking his head. "Today's kids." With that, he tossed the potion onto Zeph's body, overriding my intuition, and leaving me utterly confounded by the stranger's actions.

My irritation flared at the man's perplexing behavior.

First, he had asked for my help with Zeph, and now he seemed to have taken matters into his own hands. What was he playing at?

"So, I got caught, haaa," Zeph's voice broke the tension in the room, his slight smile contrasting with his condition.

"Indeed, you did," the man responded with a hint of smugness. "Just leave, kid, before I beat you."

I couldn't help but wonder, what was left to beat after what had already happened to Zeph? It was a confusing situation, and my intuition, that had been guiding me throughout this encounter, gave me a sense that this man wasn't entirely bad.

There was something more to the story, something beneath the surface that I couldn't quite grasp.

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< A while ago>

Leaving the Awakening hall, my mind was set on one goal: finding Professor Adriannel and convincing him to be my mentor.

It was simple – I needed to improve my control over mana. I could imagine creating powerful constructs, but the mana within them was weak, making them useless against strong opponents.

"Why have a strong-looking shield if it crumbles easily?" I muttered to myself, considering my dilemma. "And who can teach me about mana better than an Archmage?" freew ebnov el

Walking through the academy's halls, I knew the challenge ahead. Professor Adriannel never took on students, I have to become his disciple at all cost as once he met his end at the hands of that Woman it will be problem to learn it from her due to her ego. Persuading Professor would be a puzzle I needed to solve.

But I didn't care about the fate of those historical figures. Their stories were written by long-gone author.

My only focus was getting stronger and avoiding my own death, as I foresaw many enemies in my future.

Entering Adriannel's chamber, I knew the risks. The professor had a knack for sensing intruders. As I reached his desk and tried to infuse it with my mana, I failed, thrown against the wall by a powerful force.

"Damn, that hurts," I groaned, coughing on the floor. "He's here, I guess." My eyes moved to the man who had stopped me.

His red eyes like Ruby and white hair gave him a look of a main character from an ancient tale, someone who had sealed his fate in a battle against that woman whom I had thought about summoning again due to my mana capacity.

But I realized I had time – time to learn from this man. I had considered the other option, but she will be more hard to persuade , making it troublesome.

So, my only choice was to learn from this man, even if our paths were destined to cross eventually as in last I will choose 'Evangeline'.

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