The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Instead of hoping that the other person will still remember the false past love that doesn't exist, it's better to think carefully about...how to save yourself now.

What happened this time was too much of a coincidence. Ming Furo couldn't believe that she would meet Ivora by such a coincidence, and Ansher would be there by such a coincidence.

It was precisely because Ming Furo knew Ivola's tyrannical character very well that she went to the Alchemy Association as soon as possible. This was to provide Babel with violence that could fight against the mechanical equipment, and also to protect herself.

But it was at this time... Ivora appeared, and Anser also appeared. There was definitely a problem.

If this was Anser's plan, then he must first make sure that he would come to the Alchemy Association as soon as possible. Either there was a traitor in Babel Tower, or... all his thoughts had been calculated by him.

If so, if we trace back further, then Anser was the one who said that the Alchemy Association restarted the floating cannon in order to mislead her... But why did Anser do that? He was the only one in the entire empire who had the ability and courage to stop the production of the floating cannon. There was no need for him to go to such lengths just to torture himself.

Then the one who created this coincidence could only be that mysterious person - think about it from another perspective, it is possible that Anser did not appear there intentionally, but... just happened to appear there, so that he could save himself from Ivora.

But what can I gain from it? The mysterious person who is on my side would not make such a plan just to torture me in vain... Could it be that he just wants her to accept Ivora's wrath in advance so that she will not suffer the cruel punishment of the eldest princess at a critical moment, or is there something else -

"Ming Fuluo, you are so lucky." A voice beside her ear, or more precisely, in her soul, said, "That reckless and willful fellow Ivora casually burned some of the restrictions set by Soran."

"Your day of freedom has unexpectedly arrived early. Is this a blessing in disguise?"

I see!

This is a trap set by the mysterious man in order to break the biggest limitation in himself!

Ming Furo was unusually excited. This puppet body was the biggest restriction that Ansher had placed on her. If she could break free from it, she would be able to see more things clearly!

Although I don’t know how the other party managed to get the Crown Princess, since he can compete with a monster like Hydra, he must be an equal to it.

It turns out that there is such a dangerous person hidden in the empire...

Ming Fuluo quickly put aside the useless information and thoughts. Now that the situation was clear... she could decide what to do.

Hydra claimed that he would not actively threaten or restrict himself, which means that he would not directly tamper with the puppet. Instead, he would most likely repair it and then send the puppet back, just like last time.

It’s just this process… This is probably what he is looking forward to.

Ming Fuluo calmed down. There was nothing to be afraid of. After all, she had already made the decision before asking Ansir for help.

As long as she could endure this teasing, or in other words, just be obedient and not provoke the other party's bad taste, she would be able to survive this disaster safely and then be freed from this damn puppet body.

Yes...that should be the case.

Although they haven't seen each other for three years, in Ming Furo's eyes, Ansher is still the guy with chaotic and evil nature. As long as she shows any confrontational emotions, the other party will become even more aggressive.

All she had to do was lie flat and let him manipulate the body; it was just a puppet after all.

What's more, the puppet is basically scrapped now, and she can't sense anything, so it doesn't matter -

"!!!"

If Ming Fuluo's current soul was compared to a human body, then at this moment she felt as if she was feeling a strong sense of numbness and trembling, running straight from the tailbone to the back of her head.

If her body could move, she would probably have curled up into a ball due to this shocking sensation.

"How do you feel, Ming Fuluo?" Ansher's voice sounded in her soul again.

"You've never experienced this kind of pleasure, have you? Well... Actually, I don't know how you feel now, but theoretically speaking, you should be very happy."

The reason why Ming Fuluo's soul can attach itself to the puppet and act normally is because the puppet has a matching etheric circuit that simulates the qualifications of a supernatural person, so it can withstand the supernatural soul.

If Ming Fuluo's soul were stuffed into an ordinary wooden puppet, even if Ming Fuluo had a deep understanding of soul magic, she would not be able to last long before she would die.

Now, most of the etheric circuits on this puppet have been burned and destroyed by Ivora. The core of the repair work that Anser is doing now is to reconnect the etheric circuits.

The weak soul that constantly rejected this puppet body was being pulled back through the links of the etheric circuits and pierced through... again and again.

The reconnection of each circuit, the reflow of each ether, all rushed to Ming Furo's soul, filling it and restoring it. This feeling... cannot be described in words.

As time went by, Ming Furo could even feel the ether circuit outlined by Ansher, which also drew a shape in her soul. Because her soul was too weak and too eager for ether, it was extremely sensitive at this moment.

"Ming Fuluo, I still remember the first time I repaired the puppet for you three years ago."

Anser said in a gentle voice: "You rejected me very fiercely at that time, but in the end you still let me repair it. Do you remember why?"

As the etheric circuit gradually repaired, the puppet gradually regained its physiological functions, but Ming Furo still kept her eyes tightly closed, pretending nothing had happened.

Because she felt her current state, this puppet was not lying flat on the processing table, but... lying in Ansel's arms.

Anser whispered in her ear: "Because you are a pragmatist, and because I can indeed repair your puppet well, that's all, isn't it?"

"..."

"Then what are you afraid of now? Aren't you a purely rational pragmatist? Am I not repairing your puppet now? Or is it that my skills cannot satisfy you?"

"Mmm!"

A slight moan escaped from between his tightly closed lips. Anser changed the speed and method of connecting the etheric circuit. Under different priorities, the ether that penetrated and filled Ming Fuluo's soul also brought her different feelings...

Sometimes it penetrates the circuit violently, striking hard at the gap in the soul that needs to be filled; sometimes it moistens things silently, gently and tenderly grinding across large areas of the soul, moistening and filling them.

Ether is the blood of the extraordinary. The pursuit of power by the extraordinary often partially shifts to the pursuit of ether. Most extraordinary people can experience incomparable pleasure when absorbing ether, and when this pleasure directly acts on the soul...

Just as Ansel said, no one knows how Ming Furo is doing now.

"Ming Fuluo, if you continue like this and act like the Ming Fuluo I don't know, I will have to take some more interesting measures, such as..."

On the puppet's torso, the ether circuit that was only one stroke away from being completely connected suddenly stopped. Anther's finger, which served as a way to engrave the circuit and guide the direction of the ether flow, remained there, not moving forward at all, but instead circling back and forth in place.

Ming Furo's extremely sensitive soul only felt that there was a ball of warm and comfortable ether stuck there, neither up nor down, in a position that made her soul instinctively desire and be able to sense that happiness and sweetness, but always maintained that maddening step away.

"Ming Fuluo, Ming Fuluo." Anser chuckled and whispered in her ear, "Are you afraid of me? Afraid of the person you hate so much?"

Hearing this, Ming Fuluo slowly opened her eyes and said in a cold tone: "I just... "

Her words suddenly got stuck in her throat.

Because when she opened her eyes, Ming Furo saw herself.

——The puppet body was being held in Anther's arms, and he was using his fingers as an alchemical chisel to carve out an etheric circuit. This was not the key point. The key point was that... Anther placed a floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of him and her.

Ming Fuluo was looking at this puppet and herself like this.

"What did you just do?" Ansel asked.

"Gangsu...haha..."

The ether that was about to touch the soul and repair it was suddenly pulled away by Ansir. Such a huge gap made Ming Furo let out an uncontrollable gasp.

"Just woke up, really?" Ansher asked.

"...Hydra." Ming Fuluo clenched her teeth and swallowed the sound that almost leaked out again. "You want to use this method... to make me surrender? Is your brain okay?"

"Of course I know that you are only limited by your own 'perception' now. Your true will has never wavered."

Anser smiled, his fingertips slowly slid down, gradually exploring the place with the most and densest ether circuits that he had constructed for Ming Furo last time.

"But who told you that I was trying to make you submit?"

"!!!"

A huge amount of dense ether, along with the instant connection of multiple ether circuits, rushed straight into Ming Furo's soul. The feeling of her entire soul being penetrated in all directions almost dissipated her entire will.

The woman, her eyes frozen in her sockets, looked at herself in the mirror.

An expressionless face, an extremely cold look, but... the puppet's lower limbs were shaking and trembling completely out of her control.

"Ming Fuluo, I know that doing this will not be able to bend your will, and it will only increase the hatred between you and me, but I still did it. Why do you think I did it? Hmm?"

"Because you are such an...evil devil!"

Ming Fuluo, who was almost unable to gain control of her limbs, let out a low roar of pure anger without any shame or annoyance.

Just as Anser said, in this ambiguous restoration work, Ming Furo did not give in at all, nor was her mind gradually distorted like some stupid dog. Her beliefs remained the same and did not waver in the slightest.

But this unwaveringness, this coldness reflected on her face, in contrast to the happy twitching and spasms of the puppet's limbs, was so... pleasant.

"No, that's the wrong answer, Ming Fuluo."

Anser's fingertips began to move faster, moving back and forth in the area with the densest etheric circuits, but he did not completely connect any of the circuits. One, two, three... Dozens of short-distance etheric circuits were almost connected by Anser, madly torturing Ming Fuluo's soul, which was now suffering from continuous trauma and extremely thirsty for ether.

"I'm just reminding you of something."

"That is, you are not such a pure rationalist."

The young Hydra laughed: "I only discovered this after I realized my mistake."

"Because I am sure that if I were replaced by anyone else, you would rather commit suicide than accept such an insult."

"You are a little... narcissistic, Hydra."

Ming Fuluo almost squeezed out these words from between her teeth.

"I will never give up my life until I have achieved everything I want to see."

"Then why were you deceiving yourself just now?"

Anser chuckled happily: "Why do you lie to yourself and say that you are not awake? You only need to open your eyes generously and look at me in the mirror indifferently, letting me do whatever I want and feeling whatever I want, because as long as I get tired of playing, everything will be over, right?"

"But why didn't you... behave like this?"

"..."

The ether condensed at Ansher's fingertips exploded in an instant, and all the ether circuits that he had simply outlined but not fully connected were connected almost instantly!

As this unparalleled impact washed over Ming Fuluo's soul, Anser's words also rang in her ears:

"Because I'm your special, only...friend."

"A Luo."

Now, it was no longer the lower limbs, the entire body of the puppet, except for the head, began to tremble violently.

And the face in the mirror, at this moment, still stubbornly maintained the last bottom line, the last coldness, but it looked... even more unbearable.

It was as if no matter how indifferent Ming Furo acted and made herself look cold as ice, her body betrayed her weakness very honestly.

It can only be said that this is not Ming Fuluo's fault. The weakening of her soul, the damage of the puppet, and this strange experience that no one knows about, she could not withstand it no matter what.

What's more...there is also what Anser said.

"……friend."

The puppet's anthropomorphic function has been activated. Under the violent spasms and tremors, a strand of crystal saliva overflowed from the corner of Ming Fuluo's lips. Her lips opened and closed slightly, and the indifference and hatred in her voice without the slightest wavering formed a sharp contrast with the pitiful defeat of her body.

"I have no friends, Hydra." She spoke word by word with great difficulty.

"Maybe, Ming Fuluo." Anser smiled, "But if that's the case, I won't have any friends either."

He pulled his hand away, and the repair work of the ether circuit was basically completed, and the puppet completely collapsed in Anser's arms, with its head drooping to one side, as soft as if its skeleton had been pulled out.

"I just wanted to tell you this, Ming Fuluo."

Anser gently wiped the dirty liquid off the puppet in his arms: "Although you hate me, and although I no longer need you, you and I can still be friends."

"No... this is just... your excuse for still wanting to tame me, Hydra."

Ming Furo always adheres to her own idea - that is, she believes that no matter what Ansel does, it is to tame her will.

"Being friends with you, huh... Even though you are all people trying to manipulate my fate, why should I choose you?"

Ming Furo tried with great difficulty to climb up from Ansel's arms, and then stumbled and fell to the ground, looking extremely pitiful.

But even so, she still trembled and propped herself up, and said indifferently with a rational mind that chilled her heart:

"If I have to have a friend, I would rather choose that mysterious person who at least stands by my side and has been doing things for me."

Anser just smiled and spread his hands: "As a friend, I respect your choice. Oh, by the way, remember this place? Our secret base. I brought you here specially to keep your secret and prevent the news of your punishment by Ivora from spreading."

"There is no us here, Hydra."

Ming Fuluo dragged her body, which was slowly recovering its strength, out of the room step by step:

"Only a man who doesn't need friends, and a dirty schemer."

She never looked back or even glanced at Ansher.

But even so, even though the resentment in my heart and the resentment from three years ago have reached their peak...

Mingflora Zeger did not deny any of this.

She did not deny that to her, Ansel was the most special person.

Chapter 8: The Coming Bloody Storm (K)