The villain's way to tame the protagonist

A happy and enthusiastic smile gradually blossomed on her face. The woman raised her head slightly and said to Anser joyfully:

"Anser, don't you think it's too boring for one person to control everything?"

"I want to make the empire itself become irresistibly powerful, a force that dominates everything, and see that the first- and second-level transcendents, and even ordinary people, have the ability to flatten the continent on the other side of the Tiantu Mountains."

“Let the extraordinary person over there be killed by a being countless times weaker than himself. Hahahahaha, it’s pleasant just thinking about it! Interesting!”

At the end of the day, it's still just for fun.

For Ivora, conquering that land was to satisfy her desire for domination, but also to enjoy a game that was interesting enough for her.

Ansher didn't comment, but Sitana next to him had already frowned, and she really wanted to pin this psychopath to the ground and beat him up.

——This is a matter of time, the girl thought.

"So, you're not going to do anything?"

After laughing happily, Ivora continued, "This is your masterpiece. As the creator, don't you want to see it born in your hands?"

Anser chuckled and said to Ivora meaningfully:

“I do want to see it come to life… in the hands of a designer.”

"But I'll let it go. This is just a deal between me and the Ether Institute. If I'm also responsible for the follow-up, wouldn't it seem like I'm too easy to talk to?"

"Hmm?" Ivora frowned slightly. She leaned on the railing of the sky corridor and said unhappily, "Then why did you call me here? I thought you were going to do it yourself, so I came here. You should know that I never waste time on meaningless things."

"This..."

The young Hydra narrowed his eyes and said, "Just think of it as me wanting to hear your opinion on the armor."

"Listen?" Ivora laughed. "You can't guess it? Don't make me laugh, Anser."

She stretched out her index finger, hooked Anser's chin, slowly moved her face closer, and exhaled a hot breath:

"You are a devil who loves to play with people's hearts. Don't you understand me who always opens my heart to you?"

Two blue veins popped out on Miss Hitana's forehead. In order not to cause trouble for Anser, she always reminded herself to be patient.

"But you said it as if you care about my opinion. Very good. I'm happy. Let me think about it. The reward... hm?"

Ivola's face, which had been cheerful just now, turned cold in an instant. She turned her head and looked towards the bottom of the huge alchemy workshop, where a tiny figure appeared.

"Why is this loser here... well."

The eldest princess, who did not try to hide her ferocity and cruelty at all, sneered, raised her hand and clenched it, and a muffled groan was heard from the large empty area below. The figure was tightly bound by the blazing flames, and the body was burned mercilessly.

Ivola raised her hand slightly, and the figure was quickly pulled to the aerial corridor where they were, hanging high in the air.

"I am busy and don't have time to punish you."

The woman's voice was cold and indifferent: "You actually bumped into my face. If I don't do something, it seems that I would be sorry for your sincerity——"

"Ming Fuluo."

Who else but Ming Furo could have rashly run into Ivora's gun?

"I remember I told you - I won't allow you to fail, then what?"

The eldest princess sneered disdainfully: "Then your soul was stuffed into such a rubbish puppet by the people of the Ether Academy."

"If Anser had not already punished you in this way, the suffering you would have to endure now would be at least a hundred times worse."

Ming Furo, who was bound in mid-air by the flames, had her skin destroyed piece by piece again, and even her puppet's body showed signs of melting.

Ivola looked at Ming Furo who remained silent, thinking of Ansel's previous concern for her, and also thinking of Ansel's behavior that had just made her unhappy, and the desire to abuse her in her heart gradually grew.

"If you ask me... why are you stuffing it into such a realistic-looking doll?"

The flames entangling Ming Fuluo's puppet body grew stronger and stronger. It was only a matter of time and Ivora's will to destroy the puppet. The princess, who was in a bad mood, raised her chin slightly and said, "I also know a little about souls. Well... after burning this body, I will just stuff you into the workshop puppet."

Workshop puppets are puppets that can be found everywhere in alchemy workshops and are used by alchemists to do odd jobs. Some of them are literally "puppets", with no faces, only human torso shapes; some are not even in human form, and are designed in all kinds of strange ways to do odd jobs.

Ming Fuluo had no doubt that Ivora would do this. This princess, who was generous and exaggerated when it came to rewards, but extremely cruel when it came to punishments, always kept her word. She would definitely destroy the puppet, extract her soul, and then casually stuff it into a workshop puppet.

Then she might really be finished.

Despite the severe pain, Ming Fuluo still tried her best to remain calm. The raging flames blurred her vision, but she could still see... the devil smiling at her.

She no longer had time to think about why Hydra was here, but if she wanted to seize this opportunity...

"Hai...Dela!"

"Ok?"

Seeing that Ming Furo actually went straight past him to plead for mercy with Ansher, Ivora's eyes became even more dangerous, and his blood flames swelled, instantly engulfing the entire puppet.

She did not burn Ming Furo's puppet directly, but let the other party feel the pain slowly.

But in the flames, Ming Fuluo's weak voice finally came out intermittently:

"Repair...the circuit."

In the burning pain, Ming Furo was frantically thinking about how to get Ansher to save her.

That person repeatedly emphasized that he had no value to him, and his ultimate goal must be to make him surrender. But at present, if I still act with the idea that I am valuable to him, it will definitely not work.

It must be based on the value he mentioned before...

That value can only be——

The value being played with.

Ming Fuluo came up with the answer, so Ming Fuluo made the best choice - to reflect this value.

Repair circuit... Well, Ivola really didn't understand what this circuit Ming Furo was talking about was.

"Okay, stop, your highness."

After hearing that, Anser's mouth curled up slightly: "I think this punishment is more than enough."

"...This time." Ivora turned his head, his expression extremely cold, "You have no say."

The flames burning the puppet's body expanded a little bit in an instant. Ming Furo's unbearable howl proved the pain she was now enduring.

"Really?" The young Hydra, who was always prepared and always took everything into account, smiled. "Well, what if... I tell you something about your sister?"

"you--"

Ivora uttered a single word, followed by two or three seconds of silence.

Bang!

She casually smashed Ming Fuluo's puppet onto the air corridor. The damaged puppet's body was still twitching in pain. Ivora didn't even look at her and said expressionlessly, "Anser, you'd better make sure that what you said is valuable enough."

Anser raised his eyebrows: "I don't think Ming Fuluo's life is worth this price."

"But it's worth it to appease my anger." Ivora shook his sleeves and said coldly, "You and I are equal. If you can't appease my anger, then I can only do something to make you angry."

Her body turned into flames, burning and scattering in the air, leaving only the high temperature that distorted the space.

Xitana was not sure whether the guy had really left, so she did not curse at him immediately. She turned to look at Anser and saw that Anser was standing next to the severely damaged puppet, looking down at him.

"You are too careless, Ming Fuluo." Anser sighed, "If I were not here, your life might have ended like this, right?"

"Being stuffed into a workshop puppet, restricted by its extremely inferior functions, and unable to even conduct alchemical research, is no different from death to you."

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything, probably because the burning of the etheric circuit was too serious. Most of the functions of this puppet had completely stopped, and she didn't know whether she was conscious or not.

Anser squatted down, gently stroked the severely damaged and somewhat scary face, and said with a low laugh: "Remember, Luo, you owe me again."

"Don't worry, I'll fix you right away."

Chapter 1: Super Repairman Anser (w)

"A Luo." Anser, who was sitting on the workbench, held his chin with one hand, "What do you like?"

"Study, research."

Ming Fuluo, who was concentrating on carving the etheric circuit, said without raising her head.

"Except for these two, I mean."

The blond boy sighed, "A Luo, how can life be such a boring thing?"

"Don't let your boredom define my fun."

Ming Fuluo looked up at Anser, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her gorgeous purple eyes: "For me, training and research are already interesting enough."

"But you never get to experience the fun stuff, do you?"

The young Hydra tilted his head, a harmless and innocent smile appeared on his face, and he lightly hooked his finger in the air.

Click——

The motionless alchemical chisel in Ming Furo's hand shifted instantly, and the originally perfect ether circuit and the entire magic gold turned into a pile of scrap.

"you!"

The woman suddenly turned her head and looked at Anser, her eyes full of murderous intent. With that cold and icy expression, no one would doubt that she would pick up a carving knife and wipe Anser's neck the next second.

"You're still not good enough, Luo."

Anser, the instigator, acted like a mentor and criticized righteously, "Just this tiny interference caused you to lose control of the carving knife. What will you do if an unexpected accident occurs during alchemy in the future?"

"The engraving circuit is still the most basic and harmless process. What if it involves ether diversion, element fusion, or higher-level tampering of essence?"

"If I'm not careful..."

Anser made an explosion gesture with his hands and threatened in a serious manner: "If you are not careful, it might be worse than death."

"..."

Ming Fuluo pondered for a moment, then replied expressionlessly:

"You're right, so there's no reason for me to waste my time with you."

After saying this, she turned and walked to the corner where materials were piled up, picked out what she needed very calmly, returned to the processing table with a pile of parts and materials, and started working again.

This time it was the turn of our young Anser to remain silent. He looked at Ming Fuluo, whose expression remained unchanged, for a long time, and finally sighed weakly:

"Forget it, since you're not interested at all, Luo, I'll go out and play by myself."

He jumped off the table, picked up the cane beside him, and prepared to leave the alchemy workshop.

"--etc."

Ming Fuluo suddenly reached out and grabbed Anser's collar: "You haven't completed your mission today."

This strange combination has their own division of labor. Ansel is responsible for proposing countless ideas that are fantastic but possible and shock Ming Furo; while Ming Furo is responsible for turning these ideas into reality bit by bit.

As for why a mere second-level extraordinary being can do such a thing, it is probably because the things they created are... too "ordinary" in the eyes of most extraordinary beings.

Too close to the lower-level transcendents, or even the mortals.

Except for some special creations, most of these things do not have any particularly high technical thresholds. Instead, they require talents and heights in design that ordinary people cannot imagine. And Ming Fuluo is willing to frankly admit that she is far inferior to Anser in this regard.

It’s just that this guy... is so lazy!

If Ming Furo didn't put pressure on Ansher, the latter would probably waste a whole day in the alchemy workshop doing nothing.

"Mission? Hey... dear A'Luo, inspiration doesn't come every moment."

Anser spread his hands helplessly: "Things that are forced out are of no value."

“But you’re not the kind of person who relies on inspiration to produce anything.”

Ming Fuluo loosened Anser's collar. She leaned forward slightly, her face almost close to Anser, and said in a manner that she thought was very oppressive but was actually quite ambiguous:

"You are a true genius. Even the few thoughts that flow out of your mind can make countless people ecstatic and regard them as treasures."

"…Of course, that doesn't include me."

She said expressionlessly: "Although your idea is indeed shocking, I am not that far-fetched."

The young Hydra tilted his head and couldn't help laughing: "Then Luo, you don't have to emphasize it again. I know you are not, um... someone who will treat me like a treasure."

"So." Ming Fuluo stared at Anser, "What's the idea for today?"

"You really can never be satisfied, Luo."

Anser raised his head slightly and said in surprise: "There are already enough ideas piled up but not realized."

Ever since these two guys who could never get along with each other started working together, countless ideas that were ahead of their time were born in this small alchemy workshop. However, manpower was limited, and Ansher was only responsible for design but never for practice. Even if Ming Furo devoted herself to research every day, even if Ming Furo occasionally gave some less exaggerated designs to Babel Tower, there were more and more ideas that had yet to be realized.

But she still seemed unsatisfied. Even though she had piled up a lot of manuscript paper and design drawings, Ming Furo still worked day and night to ask Ansel to come up with new ideas.