The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Death is mercy, a gift, and a relief to me."

"As a reward for her outstanding performance today, I decided to let her win once. As for the conditions, they are naturally yours... begging for death."

Anser smiled and said, "I have transferred all the extraordinary power in your body to the 'adaptation', 'self-healing', and tiny 'immortality' of the beast element. In other words... you are now just a container for these elements. You don't have any power at all. You will wander the black market like a wild dog that cannot be killed. If you are unlucky... you may even be captured by a warlock with a good eye for experiments."

"What? Why do you think I would do this? A fifth-level transcendent has to target a nobody like you. Don't you think it's a loss of face?"

The young Hydra asked himself and answered: "I have to correct two mistakes of yours about this."

"First, I am not a fifth-level transcendent."

"Second, I am not targeting you. I am just giving you... the punishment you deserve."

"Look at me, Mr. Hyena."

As he said this, he slowly took off the mask on his face.

Anser Hydra looked down at the wild dog on the ground and smiled:

"Tell me, what did you see?"

……devil

devil!

"Ouch!"

The hyena screamed miserably and flapped its limbs to try to escape, but found that its body was unable to move due to fear and despair.

"No, no, no... It's not time yet. This is not what I want to see."

"So... where should I start? Ah, I don't really want to waste my time on you, so why not show you this."

Anser tapped the hyena's forehead with his staff again, and then -

Then, the terrified hyena saw himself.

I saw my actions being projected onto a screen of light, being watched by others like a clown in a circus.

"Benefits." "Division." "Contradiction." "Power."

"Just... a coincidence?" "It's the purest fact."

"I didn't do anything."

"I guess he...can't die."

As those words and the image appeared in the hyena's mind, Anser's voice rang in his ears again:

"Mr. Hyena, do you hate me?"

His voice mixed with the images and conversations that were directly poured into his mind, making this world seem false and absurd in the eyes of the hyena.

"I don't know what you think, but, um..."

The young noble who spoke shrugged: "I don't think you should hate me. Do you understand what I mean? After all, I told you -"

He smiled.

"It's all your 'choice'."

"..."

My...choice?

It was me who chose Faust as my backer, it was me who thought I had to complete his first mission, it was me who knew it was the best way to do it, it was me who thought this was the perfect opportunity...

I'm right, I'm right? I'm wrong... No, I'm right! My choice... No, it's not my choice! It's not my choice! But I'm right... But it's... It's not...

It turned out that the man who was once a big shot in the black market was almost turning into a wild dog with rotten fur. It kept twitching and howling on the ground, and its roar was filled with such obvious madness and... fear.

He didn't know who was making choices for him, he didn't know why he was doing these things, he even... began to doubt the reality of his present.

What is the world? How did I become like this? Is this a dream? Is it the environment? Is it the magic of the Rat King or the Evil Vulture? Or is it the Iridescent Spider? Is it the Iridescent Spider!

It's the Colorful Spider! It's her magic... Damn bitch, she still has this trump card after being backfired by the contract, but it doesn't matter, when Lord Faust arrives, I will be saved, I can become the master of the black market, I can become a fifth-level, I can...

No... there is no Hydra here, no me who was turned into a dog, this is not my choice... he forced me to do this, he did it on purpose! I didn't make a choice... it's not me!

It's not me! Hehehe... It's not me, it's not me who made me like this, it's Hydra, it's Hydra... Hehehe...

Anser looked down at the dog's eyes that were almost losing their minds: "I remember I told you that I'm not in a hurry, Mr. Hyena."

"If you are willing to wait, if you are willing to lie low, if you are willing to admit your mistakes, if you can resist this temptation... you see, there are many ifs, and these ifs can help you avoid the current ending."

"Look, this is your choice."

Anser snapped his fingers lightly, and a mirror fell in front of the hyena's eyes.

In the mirror, it saw a wild dog with sores all over its body and rotten fur.

The devil smiled and pushed the mirror forward:

"This is what I have arranged for you, destiny."

"Ow!!"

A shrill and extremely desperate howl exploded, and the rotten-haired wild dog on the ground howled and ran away in a ridiculous and funny way, fleeing to any place that could be far away from this devil.

"The hyena attacked and killed the Evil Vulture Rat King, and he himself disappeared, leaving only the severely injured Miss Colorful Spider..."

Young Hydra turned around and smiled:

"Then who should be the master of this black market?"

*

Late at night, on the rooftop of Hydra Manor.

After coaxing Shitana to sleep, Ansher enjoyed the cool breeze and gazed at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

He was very happy today. He punished the lunatics who went against his will. It took him less than a day to clean up the black market and control it in his hands.

It's just...some things were beyond his expectations.

I revealed too much to Marina.

That smart girl could easily associate some things with something, and coupled with what she had discussed with her mother, Anser was... not too reassured about this.

That game was just a whim, at most a test of Marina's ability and faith, but in the end she failed to control it properly. Anser looked down at his palm and said softly:

"Are you unwilling to let me go for even a moment, or am I the only one who has become... weak during this period of time?"

Become weak.

Ansel felt that he had acted really weak in front of Marina today.

He is like a child who cannot bear the suffering. He tries every possible way to tell others, hoping that others can understand how uncomfortable and painful he is. He hopes that others can share his suffering. He hopes that someone will hold his hand and say, "I understand how you feel."

This is too weak.

It was precisely because Marina would keep her mouth shut and because Marina had no ability to make any changes to the matter that she might have done such an absurd, ridiculous and weak thing.

weak……

Anser thought that he would become weak when he was with them.

The sixteen-year-old boy raised his head slightly, his blue eyes reflecting the moonlight, like the sea with the rising bright moon.

The sea and the moon, cold and quiet.

But that’s enough, Anser. We’ve had enough indulgence for today.

If you don't get rid of useless things, you will be the next stray dog ​​tomorrow.

To defeat it, sacrifices must be made.

Ambition, ideal, belief, emotion, kindness, self.

Will Xitana be disappointed? No... She will be disappointed if I can't make a choice at that time.

The same is true for father and mother.

Thinking of this, the young Hydra touched the corner of his mouth. The straight and indifferent lines made him lose his usual gentle and friendly color.

After realizing this, a bright and lively smile quickly appeared on his face.

Smile, Ansel, at least you have a good time today.

Chapter 31: The Absurdity Accepted by Ming Fuluo

Life is unpredictable, and the members of Tower of Babel should have a very deep understanding of this phrase.

The ups and downs of their lives were vividly reflected during this period of time, from the hell that was almost destroyed by the eldest princess to the heaven held up by Hydra, everything was so dreamy and ethereal that it was hard to believe.

However, the fact is that they have escaped from the desperate hell of researching and manufacturing weapons day and night, and came to the paradise where they can truly display their talents and exchange their dreams.

All members of the Tower of Babel are now in high spirits and full of energy, allowing this organization, which already had a renewed look but had long been oppressed by the Etheric Court and reality, to be truly liberated.

Although Babel Tower is currently dominated by theorists, the design plans that Ming Furo and Anser jointly researched three years ago and have accumulated there are enough for Babel Tower to spend a long time developing and expanding the production line, which can definitely reflect their value.

The Tower of Babel now has a bright future.

"Mr. Hendrick seems to be restarting the production line of soil strengthening chemicals. Do you have any new projects?"

"Too many things to do. The energy conversion application of light elements, the reverse disassembly of the Word of Truth, and the expansion of the etheric realm... I'm so busy that I can't stop. I only slept for three hours yesterday."

"Hahahaha, you don't look that tired from the look on me."

"How can I be tired? Five years ago, I was trying to seize a theoretical book from a damn lord. I stayed in a shabby house every day to tinker with aphrodisiacs and banned potions. Ten days ago, we were forced by the eldest princess to research deadly weapons. Now you want me to stop and rest? No way! Don't even think about it!"

The scholars in the corridor are no longer as nervous as they were some time ago. Even though they would discuss topics and academics anytime and anywhere before, they would not chat so relaxed and comfortable like they do now.

Even the most strict and staid old scholars would occasionally smile.

Yet, in such a positive, relaxed and enjoyable environment, there are still people who maintain that indifferent look that makes people... I don't know how to evaluate it.

The crisp sound of heels hitting the ground echoed in the corridor, and as usual, as soon as that person appeared, all discussions would gradually quiet down.

The same blue-gray high ponytail, the same gray-white glasses, the same simple white coat, black hip skirt, semi-transparent black stockings, and high heels that are not too exaggerated.

The same indifferent expression, the same cold aura.

But the man who possessed these well-known characteristics of the Tower of Babel had completely changed his appearance.

Her tall figure, which was once as tall as Sitana when she wore high heels, is now between a girl and a child. She can't be called a little girl, but she can be considered a young girl, but she is a little shorter.

Only slight undulations could be seen on the chest of her open white coat, which was a far cry from her previous arrogance. Fortunately, her figure was still that of an adult, with full and long legs, and her waist looked even more slender and delicate against her already petite figure.

However, no one would pay so much attention to it. When the members of the Tower of Babel saw Miss Ming Furo, they all looked away immediately after glancing at the top of her head.

"This is really..." After Ming Fuluo walked away, the scholars couldn't help but discuss, "Who would have thought that Miss Zeger's true form would be so..."

Someone hesitated and stretched out his hand to measure the length.

"I think it's best if we don't discuss this..."

"Uh, ahem, yes, this is a bit offensive to Ms. Zeger, let's change the subject... She, she seems to be very busy recently."

"She has always been very busy, but it is true that during this period... She is not even participating in the research project now, but she is always in a hurry, and I don't know what she is researching."

"Didn't she hire an assistant?"

"Assistant? After the last incident..." someone said with a complicated expression, "Who would dare to be her assistant? Although she really doesn't know how to recruit anyone."

The words that Conrad uttered when he completed his counterattack against Nidhogg on the battlefield cast the only shadow on the now thriving Tower of Babel.

Traitors, spies... Even though Hendrick set out to rectify and investigate, the results were limited.

"What do you think Miss Zeger was thinking at that time?"

"You mean... when she kicked those assistants out?"

"No, no, no, I mean, when she was determined not to let us admit defeat even if she had to start a war...what was she thinking?"

The scholars who were discussing the issue fell into silence.

"No matter what you think." The scholar who talked about this topic said to himself, "I am grateful to her, even though the final victory had nothing to do with her, and even though her decision might kill many people."