The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Regarding this paranoid genius lady in front of him, Anser simply placed his hand on her metallic neck and said softly:

"Ming Fuluo, you have to know one thing. Most of the time, a person's value is often determined by others."

"Your subjective will will not play any role."

"So, you get to decide my worth now?"

Ming Fuluo's tone remained unchanged: "You are using this dominant method to decide the meaning of my existence, so that I will doubt myself, or to anger me?"

She would not fall into the same trap for the second time. Ming Fuluo had already realized one thing -

Ansir Hydra still came with the purpose of making him completely submit to him. He still didn't want to work with him. He would only feel at ease if his existence was placed above his own.

Ming Furo didn't know where the most dangerous guy in the world got this feeling of uneasiness from, nor did she understand why Ansel felt that he was destined to be disloyal to him and why he thought that he would definitely betray him. Ming Furo had never harmed any of her partners, and she didn't know where Ansel's vicious prejudice came from.

Ming Fuluo only knew that if she wanted to find the most important thing in life, it could only be her beliefs and ideals.

As long as she kept reminding herself that Hydra was always acting with the purpose of making her submit, Ming Furo could be sure that she would not fall into any trap again.

"Well... I don't know what stimulated you."

Anser raised his eyebrows: "Actually, I really don't have any expectations of you, Ming Fuluo."

Ming Furo just sneered in her heart. She didn't need to care whether Ansel really had any expectations of her. She just needed to stay vigilant at all times.

"Your value to me now is just the key to the bet between me and a friend, to determine the outcome of the bet between me and that friend."

"...What did you say?" Ming Fuluo frowned slightly at the sudden words, "Bet?"

"A friend in the imperial capital."

Anser smiled and said, "This bet was made exactly on the day I left three years ago."

"That friend bet that you can fight your way out of the pressure of the Ether Court and make Babel the leader of a new era. And you will stand at the highest point of this wave and become the beginning of change and the source of greatness."

"And I bet that you are destined to have nothing. You will destroy your achievements and ideals in your own paranoia and madness."

"To see other people's lives as a pastime."

Ming Fuluo sneered: "This is really the style of you big shots... So you can't afford the gamble now, are you planning to do it yourself?"

"Can't afford the gamble?" Anser raised his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, compared to me, my friend had already taken action before I left."

This sentence stirred up a wave in the seemingly calm Ming Fuluo's heart...Has the so-called friend mentioned by Hydra already made this bet earlier? No, or is it that this bet never existed at all, and was just his preparation for the next trap?

"This is an unfair bet in the first place." Anser said with emotion, "That friend also agreed. Everyone has their own way, but..."

He tilted his head. "I have made some self-restraints first. Regarding this bet, I can guarantee one thing, that is, I will not make any direct threats to you, or even restrict you - unless you make a mistake yourself."

The young Hydra laughed happily. "Just like before, you could just stand there and watch, but you had to have real killing intentions towards me. This forced me to make a symbolic 'reaction'."

"I am just making a deal with Lord Soran."

He stroked Ming Fuluo's silver neck, which shone with a cold metallic glow, and said innocently, "It can't be my fault that you have fallen to this point."

"……you're right."

Ming Fuluo slapped Anser's hand away, and her voice became even colder:

"I was bitten by a poisonous snake like you only because I wasn't vigilant enough."

"Why are you so alert, Ming Fuluo?" Anser spread his hands. "I wanted to send you to my home, repair you properly, and then send you back to the Tower of Babel."

"no need."

"Is it really not necessary?"

“……”Ming Fuluo was silent.

Not necessary? That may not be the case. The news that his soul had been extracted and placed in this puppet would undoubtedly spread quickly throughout the Ether Institute.

Her current condition is too miserable. Once she is left alone, the possibility of encountering danger will increase rapidly.

The puppet's various functions were severely damaged by Shitana's violence, and there was no way to call the fifth level of the Tower of Babel immediately. As long as he left Anther's carriage, danger would come in less than ten seconds.

After all, in the previous visit, Anther had almost openly stood on the side of the Ether Courtyard, so they would not have the slightest hesitation. If they got off the car, they would only be regarded as being abandoned by Anther.

Only she knew how much some people in the Ether Court wanted to get rid of her.

And what about asking Anser to send him to the Tower of Babel? He could have refused, or rather, he had no reason to accept it - you want to go back? Just go back by yourself, I won't restrict you.

In other words...for the sake of her life, she now has only one choice.

Follow Anser to Hydra Manor and let him do whatever he wants to repair this puppet.

And this whole process...

Ironically, there really aren't any "direct" restrictions on her.

Ming Fuluo slowly closed her eyes.

It was just a mistake, really just a mistake. Even if she had been a little calmer at the time, she might have realized that it was Ansher's design.

But there is no if. Under that layered design, there is no if.

Just one mistake caused her soul to be forced into this puppet, forcing her to temporarily accept Hydra's kind invitation.

Yet, she was still so "voluntary".

This is... Hydra.

This devil, who had not invested much energy in alchemy, had made progress in this matter that she could not imagine, progress that was extremely dangerous.

"Let's go." Ming Fuluo opened her eyes again and said indifferently, "I'll come to see if you have regressed in puppet craftsmanship."

Since she has already failed miserably, she should put away all her resentment and regret. Anger will only lead to the next failure, and regret has no value. All she has to do is to handle everything that happens next better.

Anser held his chin with one hand and responded with a smile: "Then you won't be disappointed, Ming Fuluo."

"I just happened to learn something... rather interesting."

*

In the alchemy workshop of Hydra Manor, Ansher was looking at Ming Furo, who was lying naked in front of him.

Ming Fuluo had no skin on her body except for her head, and her whole body exuded a light silver metallic luster.

"Overall, the construction level of this puppet is higher than I imagined."

The alchemical knife in Ansher's hand slashed across Ming Furo's body. Although it was tough and had an extremely realistic softness, it was very cold and had no trace of fresh flesh.

"The neck has been repaired, what are you still doing?" Ming Furo said expressionlessly.

"This puppet has more injuries than just those."

Anser cut open the puppet's abdomen, revealing the extremely delicate and complex structure inside. The etheric circuits crisscrossed and the magic gold structured the fantastic inner cavity, which made Anser exclaim in admiration:

"It has a really beautiful internal structure... but the damage is pretty serious. She bumped into you first, and then grabbed your neck. Well... it didn't fall apart completely. Shetana still managed to hold back her strength."

"Oh, the etheric circuit here is broken... and here too."

A faint fluorescence appeared on the blade of the alchemical chisel. As the blade carved, etheric circuits were repaired one by one, and Ming Furo's perception became more acute.

There was no doubt that the condition of the puppet was getting better, and Anser's skills in puppet crafting seemed to have improved as well, which was something Ming Furo had not expected.

After all, puppets have no meaning to Anser. He did not ask his father for more advanced and valuable alchemy techniques. Instead, he spent a lot of time on this field. I don't know why.

"Speaking of which..."

Anser's gaze slowly moved:

"You really didn't put that thing on the puppet."

"..."

Ming Fuluo followed Ansher's gaze without saying anything, and didn't want to say anything.

"It's a repair anyway." Anser raised his head and raised his eyebrows. "How about I help you fill in the missing parts?"

Now, Ming Fuluo had to speak.

She stared at Anser and said word by word: "That is the unnecessary part, not the missing part."

Anser laughed and said, "Don't tell me you don't have that part on your body."

"That's also——"

"You forgot that your soul is now in the puppet's body." Anser interrupted her, "It has a strong repulsion reaction. The best way at the moment is to let this puppet get as close to your body as possible."

Hydra chuckled and spread out his hands: "From the perspective of alchemy, etherology, and soulology, am I wrong?"

"That should be..." Ming Fuluo said word by word, "I will do it myself."

Anser handed the alchemical carving knife to Ming Fuluo and said happily, "Please help me."

The woman held the carving knife in silence and slowly moved the blade down.

"Come to think of it." As she cut open the wound, Anser suddenly asked, "Have you really paid attention to that thing?"

"..."

Ming Fuluo raised her head and stared at Ansher's face: "Hydra, don't... push your luck!"

"You're asking for more?" Anser frowned. "What are you talking about, Ming Fuluo? Am I not repairing your puppet to help you adapt to this body better?"

He turned the tables and asked, "What weird things are you thinking about?"

At this moment, if it were Hitana, she would not care about Ansher's words because she was so emotional. She would just go crazy on the spot and would rather die with Ansher than let him do this.

But Ming Furo was different. Ming Furo...really considered what Ansel said, because there was nothing wrong with what Ansel said...

Yes, it’s just the carving of the puppet, what’s the problem?

The woman closed her eyes, handed the alchemical knife to Anser, and said no more.

Then... she felt the formation of a certain part and the further completion of the etheric circuit. Originally, she only covered the puppet with her five senses and did not need such redundant design. But now her soul was confined to this puppet, and she would appreciate any extra strength she could add. Ming Furo was such a pragmatist.

The carving knife outlined the fullness, bulge and closure. As the etheric circuit was further activated, the puppet's body began to tremble slightly.

Even though Ming Furo has blocked her perception now, the surge during the engraving and activation of the etheric circuit is inevitable.

It had been like this since three years ago, when he was thirteen years old. He had always manipulated his puppets and controlled his body so deeply without any reservations or scruples.

Ming Fuluo thought so.

She didn't have any extra feelings for Anser, because her study and research career had no room for meaningless things, but whenever something like this happened, a strange emotion would grow in her heart.

But Ansher always had a reason, and she could never refuse, just like now.

When the outline was completed and the etheric channel opened, Ming Furo felt that everything was over, and the puppet's body suddenly stiffened again.

Because she felt that something was going deeper, and it was not the etheric knife, but... Ansher's fingers.

"...Hydra." Ming Fuluo slowly clenched her fists. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Add more complex etheric circuits for you."

Anser's answer was so matter-of-fact: "Is this a good-intentioned way of increasing your power, or do you think it doesn't matter if you lose a little self-protection ability?"

"..."

In the silence, the evil Hydra chuckled, his index finger slowly and gently drawing a line of wrinkles... I mean, um, the ether circuit, very honestly fulfilling his promise.

And with each etheric circuit that was created, Ming Furo could feel the surging feeling very vividly.

Ten minutes, a full ten minutes later, Ming Fuluo's repair was finally completed.

She refused to let Ansher send her off personally, and instead asked a random maid in the manor to send her off. Then she turned around and left the alchemy workshop without even looking at Ansher once.

In the alchemy workshop, Ansher watched Ming Furo go away, happily turning the alchemy carving knife.

Anser likes a famous quote from a female writer in that world.

The gateway to a woman's soul is --

Therefore, in the training of Hitana, Anser would not hesitate at all as long as there was an opportunity for physical contact.

Due to Xitana's personality, Ansher has always maintained a step-by-step style, but Ming Furo... is different.

When the reality before her is reasonable enough, Ming Furo will not let her emotions get the upper hand, she will always accept it - as long as Ansel can convince her.

Anyway, in the woman's view, this was just "reasonable" and had nothing to do with anything else about him.

Of course, this is not all in Anser's plan. The real dominant factor is naturally the attack and conquest of the soul, but...

Just as reaching the third level and entering the true transcendental world requires the combination of spirit and flesh, in Anser's plan, both obscene desires and vicious domination are indispensable.