Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"You may proceed," the security guard said, gesturing for Damien to move on after scanning him with the metal detector. With a nod, he stepped forward, relieved that he didn't have any luggage to slow him down—just his plane ticket, his clothes, and his quirky invisible ink pen.

For some reason, he had developed a fondness for that little pen.

As he walked through the bustling terminal, the airport stretched out before him, a vibrant expanse filled with travelers from all walks of life.

Bright overhead lights illuminated the polished floors, reflecting the excitement and nervous energy in the air.

Travelers hurried past, dragging suitcases and chatting with companions, while announcements echoed through the space, detailing boarding times and gate changes.

"It's still delayed?" Damien muttered, glancing at a large digital clock mounted on the wall, its numbers glaring back at him. The time showed he still had quite a wait ahead.

He turned his gaze to the departure screen, scanning for updates, but found nothing encouraging.

With a resigned sigh, he made his way to a quiet corner of the airport, seeking a moment of respite in a cluster of cushioned chairs mostly occupied by weary travelers—some dozing off, while others scrolled through their phones.

Spotting a small child sitting alone, his gaze wandering around the terminal, Damien approached with a warm smile. "Hey there, kiddo. Want some candy?" he asked playfully.

The child looked up, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "No, my mom said not to take candy from strangers."

"Smart kid," Damien replied, nodding in approval. As he scanned the area, he noticed that there were no guardians nearby. "What's your name?"

"Ben," the child answered, crossing his arms defiantly.

"Nice to meet you, Ben. I'm Damien," he said, casually leaning against the wall. "So, what are you doing here all by yourself?"

"I'm not by myself! I'm waiting for my mom," Ben retorted, puffing out his chest, clearly proud of his independence.

Damien chuckled. "Of course. But you know, waiting can be pretty boring. How about I show you a magic trick?"

Ben's interest piqued. "A magic trick?"

[Use of 'Trickster (lvl 1)' profession detected.]

"Yeah, watch this," Damien said, quickly producing a small object from his pocket. He waved it dramatically before tucking it away again. "Ta-da! Now you see it, now you don't."

Ben's eyes widened in amazement. "Whoa! Can you show me again?"

"Maybe later. First, let me borrow your seat for a moment," Damien said playfully, gently nudging Ben aside. As he settled down, he feigned seriousness. "Alright, you've had enough fun for now."

Ben huffed, not ready to give up his spot. "Hey! That's my seat!"

"Just for a moment," Damien assured him with a grin. His gaze flickered as he recognized someone familiar entering the airport. Turning his attention back to the kid, he continued, "You can sit here with me if you want, but you'll have to keep it quiet while I figure out my flight."

With a reluctant sigh, Ben plopped down beside him, crossing his arms. "Fine, but you owe me a magic show later."

"Deal," Damien replied, observing how the child's posture relaxed. He felt a surge of affection for the kind boy as he lifted his gaze in the direction where Edward had just entered the airport, being scrutinized by a security guard. "You know, you're a pretty smart kid. It's good to be cautious."

"I know," the kid nodded enthusiastically. But then he noticed Damien pointing at his watch, prompting him to look down. "Do you want to know the time?"

"No, I just want to show you a magic trick," Damien smiled, glancing at the colorful, cartoonish watch adorning the child's wrist, which inspired a thought in his mind.

"Do you want it?" the kid asked, his eyes following Damien's gaze, soon realized that Damien was looking at the watch and understood that this magic trick likely involved it.

Without hesitation, the child removed the watch and handed it over at that moment, not realizing that it was important to him.

"Thank you! Now, let's make it vanish," Damien said. He shook his hand theatrically, making the watch disappear from his palm right before the boy's astonished eyes.

"Wh-where's my watch?!" The child stood up abruptly, stretching his hand out in disbelief, trying to search Damien's pockets, but found nothing. Discover hidden content at m,v l'e|m-p| y r

"Stop it, it's not on me," Damien informed the bewildered child, noting how frantically he was searching. Of course, how could the child hope to find his watch if Damien had cleverly hidden it on the floor, mostly concealed by his shoes?

Indeed, employing his unlocked memories from his trickster days—even if they weren't fully polished—Damien, without making a sound, dropped the watch deftly onto the ground while using his shoe to catch it. This created an illusion, leading the child to believe the watch had truly vanished.

"Wh-what? Then where is it?!" Instead of panicking, the boy was filled with urgency, recalling that the watch had been a gift from his mother, who had instructed him never to lose it because it contained a GPS to track his location.

"I made it vanish and teleported it to that uncle's pocket," Damien shrugged, casually pointing to another area where Edward was being confronted by the security personnel.

"No!" The kid didn't doubt Damien for a second; he tried to dart away toward the entrance where Edward was being accosted by security. However, Damien quickly grabbed his hand.

"Wait! You can't just ask him about the watch, or my magic will disappear!" Damien insisted, holding the kid's hand firmly, explaining that there was a secret code needed to retrieve the watch intact; otherwise, it would vanish for good.

"Wh-what's the code?" the child asked anxiously, his gaze shifting between the man Damien had pointed to and Damien himself. He was desperate to reclaim his watch before his mother arrived and scolded him.

"It's not really a code; since that uncle is under the effects of medicine, he only hears loud sounds.," Damien smirked. Looking again at Edward, he understood that Edward, having escaped from the police headquarters, must be planning to flee the city, unaware that it was still not time for him to slip away.

With a mischievous grin, Damien instructed, "When you point at him, shout, 'Give me that watch you have! I can hear the tic-toc sound coming from you!'"