I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Adam Being a Nutritionist

“Adam Crane.”

He turned to see Luna-Evelyn standing there.

“Haa~”

-Thud!

At the same time, overwhelmed, the girl crumpled to her knees, supported by her friends, her cheeks completely red.

“What happened?” Luna-Evelyn asked as she approached.

The crowd immediately parted to let her through, their attention shifting away from the Fountain—a sight that had moments ago held their rapt gaze. Now, all eyes were drawn to her. The once-enchanting fountain was utterly forgotten, overshadowed by a presence far more captivating.

Lunevy had deliberately chosen a casual outfit to avoid attracting undue attention. She wore sleek black pants and a simple long-sleeved blouse, leaving behind her emblematic World Order uniform. But her attempts at subtlety were futile.

Even in modest attire, her beauty and presence were impossible to disguise. It was as though the very air around her shimmered, drawing people to her like moths to a flame.

At her question, Adam’s gaze shifted momentarily to the girl standing awkwardly nearby. She had managed to regain her footing but was clearly flustered, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson.

Reaching into his shoulder bag, Adam pulled out a small vial and extended it to the girl.

“Drink this. It’ll help,” he said simply before turning away without waiting for a response.

“W–Wait!” But the girl called after him. She had intended to thank him or perhaps ask for his number. But before she could say more, her eyes fell on Luna-Evelyn as she approached Adam.

She froze instantly. The sight of the woman Adam seemed to be waiting for extinguished any glimmer of hope she had. How could she possibly compare to someone like her?

Adam, oblivious to her unspoken plea, merely offered a curt, “Take care,” before walking away with Luna-Evelyn.

“She was unwell, so I helped her,” Adam explained to Luna-Evelyn, his tone matter-of-fact.

“I see,” Luna-Evelyn replied with a nod.

Neither of them seemed to notice the lingering stares from the crowd around them. The two exuded an almost otherworldly presence, their interactions uselessly formal and precise. Yet, beneath the surface of their regal composure, they were equally as dense as a blackhole in romance department.

“Let’s find somewhere quieter to talk,” Adam said. “There’s a calm café nearby I prepared for us while I waited.”

“I was in New Earth,” Luna-Evelyn explained, feeling the need to defend herself. “I couldn’t arrive any faster.”

“It’s fine,” Adam replied evenly. “I accounted for the delay. Knowing your position within the World Order and the Elite Circle, I calculated a sixty-minute margin, assuming you had access to their resources and teleportation portals.”

“I see,” she said again, nodding in understanding.

Around them, the onlookers watched in awe, captivated by the duo as if witnessing a scene from a fairy tale. Yet, their mesmerized expressions masked the truth: the couple’s conversation was dry, analytical, and completely devoid of the romantic ambiance one might expect.

Arriving at the cafe, Adam entered first.

“Welcome, Sir and Lady…” The waiter’s words trailed off as his gaze fell upon Lunevy. He stood frozen, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Adam, unfazed by the waiter’s evident shock, simply spoke, “A table for two, isolated, please.”

The waiter, still mesmerized by Lunevy’s beauty, seemed to snap out of his trance when Adam snapped his fingers in front of him. “Heard me?”

“Y-Yes, of course! My apologies! Please follow me.”

He ushered them towards a secluded table in the corner, his gaze lingering on Lunevy as they walked.

Heads turned as the striking couple made their way through the cafe. Whispers filled the air.

“Wow… she is breathtaking…”

“And he is so handsome!”

“Are they celebrities or something?”

After taking their seats, Adam checked the menu, his gaze briefly sweeping over the patrons.

“Don’t you take something?” He asked.

“Yes,” Lunevy replied, her voice low. “The information about Krainel Salvador you mentioned.”

She had come here on a leap of faith, trusting a fellow agent from Horizon. The fact that Adam himself might be connected to the organization only strengthened her trust.

“Did you eat something this morning?” Adam asked, his attention shifting back to her.

“No.”

“Then you should eat something. Prolonged periods of fasting can lead to decreased glucose levels and potential energy deficits. This can impact cognitive function and physical performance and this regardless of how strong you are. You might need to be in your best condition just in case we encounter troubles in the near future,” Adam said.

“…”

Lunevy stared at Adam for a moment with her ruby red eyes before taking a menu card but she was taking more time than expected so Adam decided to help her.

“I would suggest you to prioritize protein and complex carbohydrates. Avoid excessive caloric restriction. Focus on lean meats, whole grains, and vegetables. This will provide sustained energy and support recovery,” he said.

Lunevy lowered her menu card to see Adam’s serious eyes.

“I don’t understand…” Lunevy replied.

Since he seemed to be discussing optimal physical conditioning, Lunevy paid close attention. After all, she was determined to be in peak condition for their mission, should they encounter Krainel Salvador.

Adam browsed through the menu card before speaking. “Page five.”

Lunevy turned to the indicated page and scanned the menu options.

“A balanced option would be the chicken and avocado sandwich on whole-grain bread,” Adam suggested. “The chicken provides lean protein for sustained energy, while the avocado offers healthy fats. The whole-grain bread provides complex carbohydrates for a steady energy release. Avoid excessive condiments like mayonnaise, which can be high in fat.”

“I always use mayonnaise,” Lunevy said, her brows furrowing slightly in response to Adam’s questioning gaze.

Adam gave her a deadpan stare. “Mayonnaise is high in fat and calories. Regular consumption could impact your weight and overall health. How frequently do you use it in your meals?”

“Always,” Lunevy replied matter-of-factly. “In the cafeteria, I always take mayonnaise to add flavor.”

“Daily, then,” Adam shook his head in disblief. “Yet, despite this, you show no signs of excess fat. I assume it has something to do with your unique anatomy.”

His words carried an edge of detached curiosity, his interest in Lunevy’s body purely analytical. If she were an Under-Value, his scientific mind might have driven him to dissect her, but she ranked among the elite Upper-Values which means a really good natured person thus he wouldn’t touch her.

“It’s because I train constantly,” Lunevy replied.

“That alone doesn’t explain your physique,” Adam retorted.

“Are you a doctor or a scientist?” She asked, genuinely curious. Her face, however, remained impassive, betraying none of her thoughts.

“Both,” Adam replied before signaling the waiter.

The waiter approached with a polite smile. “What would my clients like to order?”

“The chicken avocado sandwich,” Lunevy said, choosing the dish Adam had previously recommended.

“And for you, sir?” The waiter asked, turning to Adam.

“Nothing,” Adam replied curtly.

The waiter hesitated, surprised by the response, but nodded and moved on.

“Why?” Lunevy asked, her brows knitting together. He had just advised her on the importance of eating, yet now he chose to abstain himself.

“I’m not preparing for a fight, so I don’t need my body in peak condition,” Adam explained flatly. “And as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve lost my sense of taste. Paying for food would simply be a waste of money.”

“…” Lunevy fell silent, recalling the truth of his condition. She had no rebuttal.

Moments later, her meal arrived. As she began to eat, a slight awkwardness settled over her. It felt strange to dine alone while Adam sat across from her, engrossed in a book.

Despite this, a sense of quiet tranquility emerged between them, reminiscent of a similar night in the forest they had shared.

“Um, excuse me…”

The peace was short-lived. A voice interrupted them.

Lunevy looked up to see a girl standing nearby, flanked by two companions.

“Oh! I knew it!” The girl exclaimed, excited. “You’re Lady Luna-Evelyn from the World Order!”

The mention of her title made Lunevy turn toward the girl, who immediately leapt with joy.

Adam, however, was focused elsewhere. His gaze bypassed the exuberant girl entirely, landing instead on one of her companions: a girl with vibrant orange hair, standing behind her, wearing an awkward smile.

He recognized her instantly, along with the other two.

The lively one was Agatha, the boy beside her was Luke, and the girl with the hesitant smile was none other than Irisdina Vermillion.

They had all recognized Luna-Evelyn.

Unfortunately, Agatha’s exuberant exclamation had not gone unnoticed. Her words echoed across the café, catching the attention of everyone present.

Within moments, people began to rise from their seats, curiosity pulling them closer. Even those who had been indifferent to Luna-Evelyn at first now stirred, drawn in by the mention of her name. Those familiar with the World Order knew her significance, and while some hadn’t initially recognized her face, her fame was undeniable.

A small crowd formed around her, phones raised to snap pictures—not just of Luna-Evelyn but also of Adam, who stood beside her.

“It’s really her!”

“Who’s that guy with her?”

“Don’t tell me he’s her boyfriend!”

“They actually look amazing together!”

Adam’s expression tightened, his annoyance faint but noticeable. His eyes darted toward the phones capturing their images.

The damage was done. The pictures were already spreading. Given Luna-Evelyn’s stature as a prominent figure, Adam could easily imagine the fallout: his face plastered across gossip channels and social media feeds, accompanied by endless speculation.

It was an inconvenience he neither wanted nor needed.