The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Originally scheduled to be officially released six years later, it would provide the revolutionary army with a powerful weapon... but it would also become a brutal weapon in the hands of the Empire.

That year, Mingflora Zeger's name as a genius resounded throughout the empire.

That year, Hydra, hiding in the shadows, was only thirteen years old.

*

The intense pain awakened Ming Fuluo from her deep memories.

The pain of having the body twisted into sections and feeling as if all the bones in the body were broken would be enough to make a normal person faint.

But Ming Fuluo didn't have that, not because she had a strong tolerance for pain, but because she set the puppet's pain perception level low enough.

Losing the sense of pain is a very dangerous thing. Even if she is using a puppet, Ming Fuluo is unwilling to lower her vigilance because of losing the sense of pain. However, she does not like to endure pain, so she still reduces her pain perception.

She tried hard to keep her eyelids open, and in the simulated pain of torn muscles and broken bones, she relied on her gradually awakening anger to prevent her will from sinking into exhaustion again.

"This is really... This is really——"

In her blurry vision, Ming Fuluo saw a round table and a man in a white robe who was excitedly circling around the table, holding something in his hand.

"It's really... an incomparable creation! Although I'm not an expert in this field, just from the manuscript paper... I can't imagine the great scene after it is created!"

"Haha, the concept of mechanical equipment is indeed amazing, but it is not as exaggerated as you say, Lord Soran."

When Ming Furo heard the voice, the eyes of her puppet body moved slightly.

Mechanical equipment...

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

It turned out to be a mechanical suit, but just a mechanical suit. Hydra was indeed not yet so cruel.

Even though she was in severe pain, Ming Fuluo felt sincerely grateful at this moment.

Ming Furo could accept it as long as the design of the universal ether furnace was not handed over to the Ether Institute so easily.

So just now...

The woman's head was hanging to the side because her neck was almost twisted to pieces by Shitana. She had opened her eyelids and was staring at the blurry profile not far away.

Just now, were you pretending to be so in order to force me to lose control?

After calming down, Ming Furo quickly realized this and realized that she had fallen into Hydra's hands for the first time in a long time.

That could be said to be her only weakness. After not seeing her for a long time, it was not surprising that she was controlled and manipulated by Hydra again.

There was no shame, no anger, no impatience. In such a miserable and desperate situation, Ming Furo quickly faced the reality.

Everything from returning to the imperial capital to what you just did was just a prelude to the moment when I collapsed... You really have been planning this for a long time, Hydra.

You don't need me - do you think repeating this sentence will have any effect? ​​Do you really think that I am dependent on you, that I can't achieve anything without you, and that I will be terrified after being "abandoned" by you like this?

Hydra, your arrogance...is as high as ever.

After Ming Furo analyzed the real purpose of today's visit, which was hidden by Ansher, she did not feel any complacency or joy.

Because the fact has been done, although she cannot succumb to the other party, her current situation is definitely under Hydra's deliberate plan.

soul……

Ming Furo felt a heavy heart as she felt this body, which was at most above average among all her puppets.

For extraordinary people, the soul... is the real life.

The soul is the source of advancement to the extraordinary, the core of the leap from the inside out, and the foundation for the extraordinary to transform towards a higher level of life.

The original body of a transcendent is naturally the most perfect container for the soul, but if the soul is forcibly stuffed into something other than the original body...

A powerful transcendent has the ability to reversely change matter with a strong soul, making matter adapt to the soul. But as a third-level Ming Fuluo is still very far from that realm. If the soul stays in a non-native body for a long time, not only will the strength be greatly reduced, but the soul will be damaged over time, which will also have an irreversible negative impact on the future transcendental path.

But Ming Fuluo didn't care about this. What she cared about was... when her soul was completely stuffed into this puppet, her life safety was no longer guaranteed.

If nothing unexpected happened, the warlock Soran, who was good at playing with souls, must have made some restrictions to prevent her soul from returning to her body easily.

"Then, the conception of the mechanical suit will be left to you, Lord Soran."

Ming Fuluo heard the chuckle that now made her extremely annoyed: "I believe you will make it play its due role. So, see you next time, Lord Soran."

"Hahaha, next time we meet, you may be much stronger than me, Anser. But you don't have to call me Your Excellency in the future. I can't bear it."

The dirty deal with no one knowing what the exchange was for came to an end. Ming Fuluo heard footsteps approaching, and then her immobile body was carried on someone's shoulders.

"Don't you want me to give you a ride, Anser?"

Soran raised his eyebrows and looked at Xitana who was carrying Ming Fuluo on her shoulders: "It must be a bit of a hindrance to carry such a burden."

Anser shook his head gently: "No need, Lord Sauron, I can just borrow the time back..."

His eyes fell on the puppet with its neck bent 90 degrees, and he chuckled and said:

"Fix this broken doll."

This soul ruler, who not only has an extraordinary status in the Ether Academy but is also famous in the entire warlock field, touched his chin and watched Anser leave.

"Is this his second choice? It doesn't seem right. A young man with lofty ideals cannot tolerate others riding on his head."

The man said this, then shook his head and laughed:

"However, it has come to that point. This little girl can't escape even if she wants to."

*

In the spacious carriage, Xitana threw Ming Fuluo's body to the ground with a look of disgust.

"I heard her neck creaking all the way here. It was so uncomfortable, Anser."

Anser couldn't help but laugh and said, "It was you who broke Ming Fuluo's neck, right?"

"Who told her to actually try to kill you back then...even though she couldn't possibly succeed."

Xitana curled her lips: "But I just feel unhappy. Anyway, she is not me, so I can just break her. Anser, why did you bring her back?"

"If we don't bring her back, our genius lady will die on the streets."

Anser placed Ming Fuluo's body on the seat opposite him and said leisurely, "Although I don't need her anymore, she is a rare talent and will be of great help to the future of the empire. It's a pity for her to die like this."

Xitana knew that Anser had already begun training Ming Furo, but she had no idea what Anser wanted to do. In order not to disturb Anser, she could only try her best to resist the urge to say something and keep quiet.

Even so, the girl who possessed two kinds of power stared at Ming Fuluo's puppet body, but she still felt unhappy no matter how she looked at it.

Does this guy really have any ability?

I don't think she has any other abilities besides making puppets? Or are those floating iron lumps around her?

Just kidding, I wouldn't even think that thing is hot enough for me to take a bath with.

After thinking about it, the most that can be done is just to create bigger puppets and more lumps of iron, right?

Shitana was disdainful and thought to herself, I can easily kill such a big snake, no matter how big the puppet you made is, can it be as big as that thing?

What’s the use of such a big puppet? To get beaten?

Under such a contrast, Miss Sitana felt a sense of pride in her heart.

I am indeed, Anser's strongest confederate!

As she was thinking about this, Miss Wolf saw Ansher sitting next to Mingfuluo's puppet and starting to make some moves.

"..."

"Well, from a structural point of view, it is indeed much more advanced than three years ago. The circulation and flow of ether have become more efficient and simple... But it is still not completely updated. Ming Fuluo, you haven't put more energy into the development of the alchemical puppet."

Ansher's hand stroked Ming Furo's body. Although it sounded a bit sentimental, in fact, Hydra's fingertips had already cut through the puppet's skin, revealing the puppet's body with a light silver luster under the skin.

The corners of Ming Fuluo's eyebrows twitched slightly, and Anser, who saw the change in her expression, smiled and stretched out his hand to smooth her eyebrows: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen you for three years, and I forgot that you are afraid of pain."

Although its neck was twisted like this, the puppet body was still able to speak normally, but the voice was a little out of tune:

"Hydra, what exactly did you get in return for giving the design of the armor to the Demon Eye?"

For Anser, almost everything in this world is within his reach. Ming Furo couldn't understand...what benefit could Anser gain from giving such an important design of a mechanical device to Soran.

"This..."

Anser gently stroked Mingfulo's chin - the metal chin whose skin had been worn away due to Xitana's brutal attack.

Ming Fuluo's appearance, or rather, the appearance of this puppet, is more mature than Xitana. In the words of the time traveler friend, she is a cold-faced queen. If Xitana's beauty is the cuteness and sweetness of a young girl, then Ming Fuluo has the charm and seduction unique to mature women, which brings a more contrasting temptation to that indifferent face that seems like an eternally silent iceberg.

Caressing the lovely Xitana can make people happy both physically and mentally; while caressing Ming Furo will most likely make one physically and mentally agitated.

"If I were to say that I did this in exchange for the fragile you that you are now."

Anser's hand slid down Ming Fuluo's iron-glowing face and placed it on her twisted and broken neck. He leaned down slightly, stared at the body of Ming Fuluo's puppet, and whispered, "Will you believe it?"

Ming Fuluo sneered: "I remember Mr. Hydra said that he no longer needs me."

"In terms of etherology and alchemy, that is true."

Anser's fingertips slid across the broken parts of his neck, then paused at a certain point and suddenly sank deep into it.

"Guh!"

The cold and indifferent ice beauty couldn't help but frown because of the pain and let out a low moan of distress.

"Hmm... this part is stuck here, making the aether flow unnaturally."

Anser's index finger gently stirred Ming Fuluo's broken throat, gently picking out a sharp fragment.

He turned his head to look at Xitana, who had her arms crossed over her chest and a strange look on her face: "Xitana, you were too strong at that time."

"Well... I was a little angry at that time, that is, that, Anser..."

Hitana looked at Ansor's behavior towards the puppet, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Facing Anser's doubtful gaze, the girl shook her head and said sullenly:

"...Forget it, it's nothing."

If you insist on saying that she is a human, then she is really just a puppet covered with a layer of skin. The skin underneath is pure magic gold. If you peel off the skin on Ming Furo's face, then her body is just a human-shaped lump of iron.

But why...

Why does it seem that, especially when Anser was twisting the puppet's broken neck with his fingers and Ming Furo was moaning from time to time, he always felt offended?

The strange thought made Xitana reflect on herself: Am I so stingy? Do I like to be jealous of others? This shouldn't be the case!

Ansher was unaware of the cute little thoughts in his own Sitana's mind, and was now only focused on picking out the pieces from the puppet's neck.

Ming Furo remained silent. The foreign feeling in her throat did make her uncomfortable, but this was mainly because, as Anser said, the damaged structure and parts blocked the proper flow of ether, making the puppet feel "uncomfortable."

With the pain sensitivity lowered, although Anser's method of directly stuffing his fingers into her throat was a bit rough, it only hurt a little and was still within Ming Furo's acceptable range.

On the contrary, it was this feeling, not of etheric obstruction, but of a real sense of reality and...fullness, that made her feel a little overwhelmed.

In Ming Furo's life, only Ansher dared to invade her body like this - although it was just a puppet, Ming Furo completely regarded it as her own body when using it.

Or rather, she seemed to only allow Anser to behave in this way.

"All right."

Ansher pulled his hand back, gathered the parts together, and looked at Ming Furo's neck.

All the fragments that were crushed by Shitana were cleaned up by Anther, and the crooked neck was also corrected by him. Now, the originally snow-white and slender neck has lost all the skin, revealing a light silver metallic luster, and the tough magic gold that can support Ming Furo's movable neck is tattered, but to say it is terrifying... the specific shape has been roughly restored under Anther's exquisite craftsmanship, but it has become like a finely carved model with many hollows.

If I had to describe it, it was like a hollow lace tube, or a silver sacred tree corroded by holes, holding up the head with a cold and brilliant expression.

It's mysterious and yet has an indescribable charm.

"Without tools and parts, we'll just have to make do with this for now." Anser gazed at the work of art created in his hands and nodded with satisfaction.

Ming Fuluo stroked her neck and looked at Anser expressionlessly: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"No answer? Oh... By the way, I just said that you are indeed of no value to me in terms of etherology and alchemy."

Anser chuckled and said, "But your value is not limited to this."

“That’s all I’m worth.”

Ming Fuluo answered without thinking, her voice was cold and decisive, without any hesitation.

“That’s all I have.”

A good life and daily joys were of no value to Ming Fuluo. She focused all her energy and time on study and research.

She doesn't need to eat, she only needs to replenish nutrient solution once every three days, and she can use the time for replenishing nutrient solution; she doesn't need to sleep, because the short mental relaxation after each research is enough rest time; she doesn't need entertainment, because for her, being able to take another step forward in the field of knowledge is the best entertainment.

This is Mingflora Zeger, a desperate genius and a terrifying madman.