The villain's way to tame the protagonist

According to the normal script, Ming Furo would be emotionally unstable under the first wave of attack launched by Anther using Xitana; then, Conrad would put pressure on Ming Furo and expand the results of the battle without Anther's reminder.

Then, this visit will plant the seeds of self-doubt in Ming Furo's heart.

——Of course not.

This is just the most superficial aspect of what Anser has done.

If this is another plan of destroying confidence and denying self-training, then what is the essential difference between this kind of training and the training of Hitana?

It is impossible for Ansher to apply the same type of training method to someone whose personality and thinking are almost at the other extreme of Sitana's.

His traps, his blades, lie beneath the surface of this seemingly repetitive plan directed only at Mingfulo's will.

Calculate the time, oh - it's already here.

Ansel's smile became brighter as he stroked his cane, while Conrad and Ming Furo, who were still arguing with each other, stopped almost at the same time.

A pure white light curtain suddenly appeared in the air in the corridor, like a door.

A figure walked out from the light curtain and slowly landed on the ground from mid-air. He wore a dark purple crown on his head and a robe with a pure white background, but this pure white was imprinted with countless extremely complex, strange and twisted patterns.

"It's been a long time, Anser."

The ordinary-looking man laughed out loud: "The last time we met was four years ago when Mr. Flamel asked me to teach you soul magic."

Anser bowed slightly with simple etiquette of a junior: "The scene of that day is still vivid in my mind, Lord Soran."

Soren Canast, the Soul Ruler, the Demonic Eye of Eternal Lost, one of the nine highest seats in the Aether Academy, possesses terrifying attainments in the study of soul magic that is unmatched in the empire.

“I didn’t expect,” he chuckled, “that you’d come so soon, though.”

"Fast? No one would be so fast!" Soran shook his head. "Anser, Anser, you have to know what Mr. Flamel's latest design means."

Conrad, who had been leaning forward since Soran appeared, had his eyes twitching slightly, while Ming Furo's pupils shrank slightly in an instant, and her trembling gaze moved to Anser.

"Okay, let me take you to visit the Ether Institute. We can talk about the design later. First of all—"

"Hydra!"

Facing the biggest villain in the empire and the fifth-level warlock of the Ether Academy, Ming Furo, who was still an ordinary third-level warlock at this time and only had a reputation among the younger generation, was so reckless that she called out to Anser directly, without any of her previous rationality.

"you……"

Ming Furo stared at the fake smile that always made her feel uncomfortable. The words squeezed out from between her teeth were obviously cold, but seemed to carry burning anger.

"What exactly is this Flamel's design that you're talking about?"

"...You are Zeg's granddaughter, right?"

Without waiting for Anser to speak, Soran said, "I have heard that you are a man without manners, but I have never heard that you are a fool."

“Hydra!!”

But Ming Fuluo was like a madman. She ignored Sauron and glared at Anser. The barrel of the floater even vaguely gathered light particles.

"You're going to hand it over to the Ether Institute? So you've really sided with them!?"

Bang!

It was not the sound of the floating gun firing, but the sound of the machine being crushed on the spot.

"Sure enough...it's still a puppet."

Hitana grabbed Ming Furo's neck with one hand and pulled her off the ground, then dropped the floating cannon that she crushed with her other hand, and a cruel light flashed in her dark red eyes.

"You just now." She leaned down slightly, stared into the purple eyes under the lenses, and said softly, "You had murderous intentions towards Anser, right?"

"you……"

Gulp Gulp——

The sound of metal deforming and twisting came from Shitana's palm. The neck of the puppet body was slowly being crushed into rotten iron by Shitana. The wolf, who had always behaved sloppily and stupidly from beginning to end, now showed pure brutality of devouring and killing all enemies.

Conrad, who thought he had seen a lot, was frightened by the fierce aura she exuded.

"Want to kill...Anser?"

When Xitana uttered these words, there was no need for Ming Fuluo to answer, as the ending seemed to be already determined.

"I remember your smell..."

An extremely cruel expression appeared on the wolf's face: "Not just a puppet, I will make you pay for it yourself--"

"Shitana."

"Eh?" The girl turned around and blinked: "What's wrong, Anser?"

"That'll be fine."

"……what?"

Anser's eyebrows slightly raised: "Don't I have the final say?"

After hearing this, Xitana threw the puppet to her feet with a look of dejection, walked to Ansher unhappily, and glared at Ming Furo fiercely.

"Hmm..." Soran stroked his chin, "Anser, this contract of yours... is quite extraordinary."

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Lord Sauron."

"Are you embarrassed? It should be this little girl who should be embarrassed. She is the genius that has been giving those old guys a headache for so long?"

Soran pulled the corner of his mouth: "Her grandfather is not as stupid as her. Anser, how do you want to deal with her?"

No one knew what was wrong with Ming Furo, but everyone except Ansher felt that this guy was finished.

He had murderous intentions towards Hydra, and was inclined to actually take action... Flamel threw her into the Ether Square and made her into an alchemical potion in front of countless people, which was considered a light move.

"This..."

Anser, leaning on his cane, walked up to the puppet, which was twitching constantly due to damage and looked on the verge of collapse, and looked down at her.

"Ming Fuluo."

The young Hydra sighed softly, "Why bother? Didn't I tell you? You are of no value to me."

"..."

The slightly dimmed eyes of Ming Furo puppet brightened a little, and what ignited that faint light could only be the flames of hatred and anger.

Then, Anser squatted down and whispered to Ming Fuluo:

"Wouldn't it be good for everyone if we gave those things to someone more valuable?"

Be calm and rational.

The more rational a person is, the more likely he is to experience a tsunami-like collapse at a certain point when he can no longer control himself rationally after repeatedly using reason to calm down.

Ming Furo used reason to tell herself that Ansher had not really given up his talents and ideals; she used reason to tell herself that everything he did was just an attempt to make her surrender and become his loyal servant; she used reason to tell herself that Ansher would never turn to the Ether Court, and would never... commit such an unforgivable betrayal.

So now, Ming Furo's rationality collapsed.

In the face of such a collapse, what dominated Ming Furo's behavior was the madness of a seeker and an idealist.

[Changing the world sounds like fun. OK, I'll help you.]

[Or... you can help me, Luo]

In a trance, Ming Fuluo heard the boy's slightly childish but still pleasant voice.

And what really rang in her ears was——

"I'm sorry, but I don't need you anymore, Ming Fuluo."

"Sir Soran."

She heard the devil say again: "I need you to do me a small favor."

I heard his... vicious and cruel words:

"Help me put Ming Fuluo's soul into this puppet."

Chapter 1: Puppet Maker Anser (W)

What does the world look like in the eyes of a genius?

Ming Fuluo never described the world as she saw it to others, because she never thought that anyone could see the same thing as she did.

——Until this person appeared.

In a messy room filled with various tools and materials, waste paper all over the floor, and large blueprints hanging on the wall, you would never guess that this is an alchemy workshop. Ming Fuluo held the blueprint in her hand, frowned and whispered:

"……arms?"

She looked up at the blond boy in front of her who was wearing the same plain work clothes as herself and was fiddling with the magic gold that could adapt to the flow of ether.

"Why is it a weapon?" Ming Fuluo asked.

"Because weapons are the things most associated with strength."

Anser answered leisurely, the long tube floating on his palm and rotating slowly, the inner wall of the tube being outlined with perfect rifling by an invisible force.

"Ming Fuluo, the Tower of Babel can't hold out for much longer, right? His Highness has set his sights on you, so that you won't disband on the spot under the infinite pressure of the Ether Academy, but this alone is not enough."

He held the tube made of magic gold, placed it in front of his eyes, stared at Ming Fuluo in the round hole through the inner wall, and chuckled:

"You, you guys, need to come up with the key bargaining chips that will make His Highness truly choose to stand on your side and place a heavy bet."

"For her, who is determined to conquer the land on the other side of the Tiantu Mountains and rule the entire continent, nothing is more tempting than pure violence."

"So, you only need a disruptive innovation in power to make the Tower of Babel stand tall in the imperial capital."

"And now..."

He threw the tube to Ming Fuluo, walked briskly to the woman, and whispered in her ear like a devil tempting mortals:

“Innovation is in your hands.”

"..."

The woman was silent for a long time. For some reason, her heart was always filled with unspeakable hesitation.

Ming Fuluo has never made weapons, but she does not feel guilty about making weapons. It’s just that in the world she wants to witness, weapons are not everything. In fact... there shouldn’t be so many weapons.

If the power of knowledge is only used for violence, what is the difference between it and a beast that relies on the flesh?

If possible, she didn't want to use weapons to prove herself.

But no matter how strong the hesitation in her heart was, which even she herself didn't know the origin of, Ansel's words still overwhelmed her inner persistence.

"……you're right."

Ming Fuluo whispered, "We don't have much time left. We must win the full support of the eldest princess. Only then will we have a chance to continue to develop in the imperial capital."

When Anser came to find her, the Tower of Babel was already crumbling. Even though it had innovated and achieved remarkable results in the past few years, the relentless pressure from the Ether Institute had almost brought this fragile new organization to the brink of extinction.

Although the eldest princess was paying attention, she never made a bet. In her eyes, the current Tower of Babel... was not that important.

This thing must be manufactured and the ability to mass-produce it must be achieved.

"Very good." Anser's slightly childish face showed a happy smile. "It's great that you can figure it out. Do you need my help with the manufacturing?"

"... Humph, with such a clear idea and design, the people who still need help are the stupidest of the stupid."

"Besides..."

Ming Fuluo gently stroked the design drawing, the size, data, and corresponding concepts of each component reflected in her eyes, and she murmured in a low voice:

"Regarding this thing, I seem to have some...inspiration."

Seven days later, the first ether-driven firearm on this continent was officially launched.

Mingflora Zeger, as a second-level transcendent, used this weapon to instantly shatter the shield of a third-level warlock from two hundred meters away, shocking the entire imperial capital.

And when she announced that Babel Tower had the ability to mass-produce this kind of weapon... not only the imperial capital, but the entire empire was in an uproar.

Invitations and orders from countless nobles came one after another. Even the eldest princess, who lived high in the palace, made a formal investment and announced that she would personally fund Babel Tower's research on firearms.

This new academic organization gained a foothold at the moment of desperation, and the trajectory of its destiny also took an extremely significant turn on that day...

Ming Furo stayed in the Tower of Babel where she had a backer, and therefore... As the Tower of Babel was completely defeated and disbanded, Ming Furo, who was full of hatred for the Ether Institute, finally joined the Revolutionary Army by chance, and this future no longer existed.