431 Mateo Almost Dies... A Lot

Standing in front of Abaddon was a man that was practically unrecognizable from his previous self.

At 6'5 in height, he was a lean yet chiseled piece of marble with a healthy tanned complexion. 

While before Mateo possessed something of a baby face and voice, now he both looked and sounded like a real man. 

His short hair was no longer immeasurably clogged with grease and now possessed a natural luster and sparkle that was incomparable to any amount of product. 

His shirt had popped open to reveal a chest that was jammed packed with well defined and impressive muscles. 

Abaddon assumed him to be so stunned by his transformation that he could barely function, and he let out a chuckle as if he were watching a kid play with a new toy for the first time. 

"Quite surprising isn't it? No matter how many times my body changes myself, I still find it to be-"

"W-Who is this girl??"

"...What?"