The Mythical Mornings

Transmigrator

"Ohh. Who are you? What is your name?"he asked looking at the person walking towards him with rage..

"You are the villian. Yes. You look like him.."the man exclaimed..

"Ohh. Villian? But who are you? I quite donot know"said the youth sitting playing with something..

"You are pretending. You know very well. You killed me. Then took my woman away. I was reborn again. And fought with you. But the world was destroyed"he said..

"Ohh. So a transmigration..How beautiful. Is time something the kind of you can casually play with?"he asked.

"Who are you to say it? And what is this place?"he asked..

"No one. May be your own conscience"he teased..

"Stop playing. Who are you actually"he repeated..

"Villian may be"the youth said,as if mocking himself..