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?"
