The villain's way to tame the protagonist

With her petite body, she could hardly establish any authority with her appearance. The only thing she could do to silence the scene was that puzzling...data system.

"Some people may say that magic can do all these things, but it will be more troublesome - then, this is the meaning of its existence."

"More efficient information collection, more efficient route adjustment, more efficient mathematical calculations, deduction, simulation, trial and error, data storage of alchemical steps... This data system can save many unnecessary steps and greatly simplify the entire alchemical process."

"I know that some people will question the source of information data and whether the effects of many functions are correct. In that case, you can input information and make adjustments yourself. This is also the freedom and plasticity of the data system - anyone can design the data system they hold to meet their needs."

"..."

In the background, Barnes narrowed his eyes slightly: "This thing..."

The data system that Ming Fuluo mentioned seemed very powerful at first glance to an experienced warlock like him, but it was worthless upon closer thought.

Because the truly powerful do not need such an "assistant". Do high-level alchemists need this thing to deduce and calculate success rates, look up formulas, scan objects in front of them, and need so many messy functions?

No need! Because they can already use ether to achieve "omnipotence". If you think about it carefully, this thing is just a toy for children to play house.

But if you think about it more deeply...it's not the case.

Because the fourth and fifth level people in this world are ultimately a minority among the minority.

The third-order people are the backbone of the extraordinary people, and their number is extremely large. There are countless first- and second-order extraordinary people who are struggling to climb up. Who dares to say that this data system... is not helpful to them?

In fact, if its plasticity is really so strong, how could it be limited to the field of alchemy?

Not only alchemists, if it is promoted and has the possibility of "mass production", all middle and low-level extraordinary people in the entire empire will receive infinite benefits from the Tower of Babel!

and……

Barnes' keen intuition told him that the petite woman on the podium was hiding something about this data system!

The uses of this thing are by no means limited to this, but the shackles and limitations of the world, times, and thinking make it impossible for him to imagine what else this thing can be used for.

However, even if we don’t know, the function demonstrated by this data system now is already enough to be... terrifying.

"Ming Fu Luo... Zeg."

Barnes whispered Mingfuluo's name.

"I see. Erion's descendants inherited the will of that madman... Do you like to bestow your power on the weak? It's really a common thread."

This data system will be a powerful weapon for low- and mid-level transcendents, and will bring incredible help to their path to advancement.

"Humph, but you are much more sober than your grandfather. You know that even if you help the weak, you should help the weak among the extraordinary people, not ordinary people."

Barnes suddenly laughed, and he turned to look at Rong Geer: "I miscalculated, you, no... She did give me an unexpected surprise. Not only did she not embarrass me, but she actually added weight. Although she is far worse than Anser... But it is better than nothing."

“I think we can reconsider our cooperation.”

He raised his chin slightly: "Just hand that thing over to--"

"At the beginning, I said you were mediocre and stupid."

After finishing her presentation, Ming Fuluo stood in the middle of the podium and said calmly, "Because I am indeed qualified to look down on you."

"……but."

When she said this, Ansel, who was taking a nap with his head tilted and eyes closed in another hall, suddenly opened his eyes and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"But this data system was not created by me."

Under the dull gaze of everyone, including Rong Geer, Ming Fuluo also slightly raised the corner of her mouth, as if provoking someone, but also as if... satisfied that she had made the right choice, and said proudly:

"This is the work of Ansel Hydra."

“I was able to create it, to be where I am today…”

"It's all up to you, Lord Anser."

At that moment, when Ming Fuluo was caught in an extremely desperate dilemma, she suddenly realized something.

That is... Ansel deliberately set up this trap. What was the purpose of arranging this test? Was it to test whether she could make the right choice under pressure, to test the beliefs she held, and to test whether she could really sacrifice everything?

No, neither.

Because a variable appeared in the brief conversation between him, Rong Geer and himself.

——That’s how I call myself.

Anser had never used the name "A Luo" in front of outsiders - not even in front of Marina or even Sitana.

It was as if he had been deliberately keeping a distance from the outside world three years ago.

But today, he called her by such an intimate name in front of so many people.

Although there had been some foreshadowing before - Anser had said that he would call her like this in front of outsiders in the future.

But it was this incident that made Ming Fuluo ignore the biggest abnormality.

Why did Ansher choose to call himself this when he stood against the Tower of Babel?

And at that time, he also said one sentence -

"Sure enough, Lord Soran's side is more important."

Important? What in this world is "important" to Anser? Is there anything in Soran that is worth his investment? No! Anser stood on Soran's side purely to put pressure on Babel and her.

Well, the important meaning of this... is self-evident.

——The Tower of Babel, or rather...she herself, must show value that can be called "important".

When her thoughts reached this point, Ming Fuluo finally understood everything.

If the Tower of Babel does not come up with a device that can actually cause an earthquake like a gun, it will always be just an insignificant toy for Hydra - because the "kindness" of the young Hydra has become the most deadly poison.

Anser helped them get rid of Ivora's shadow, making them think that they could rest easy from now on, but in reality... even if Anser was really willing to help them unconditionally, they would never accept it openly.

I must never accept it so openly.

Because this is not three years ago, now Ansel no longer plays the role of the like-minded friend who is willing to give everything for her unconditionally.

He looked down upon her from a superior position, and if she wanted to receive his grace, she had to demonstrate her own value and flatter him.

So, Ming Fuluo continued:

"Without the guidance of Lord Anser, I would never have thought of this design. In this regard, I am also... a mediocre person."

She was not lying, because this concept, which could not be more abstract, was indeed told to her by Ansher.

But at the same time, Ming Fuluo also lied.

Because for all the products of her collaboration with Anser, she must claim that they were completed independently, but this thing alone... there is no requirement.

——Because Ansel never thought she would do it. When they first met at Hydra Manor, Ansel was surprised by this.

Most of the countless collaborations between her and Anser were led by Anser, but this one was the only one that completely transcended the times and defied the heavens...

It was completed independently by Ming Furo, relying only on Ansel's extremely abstract concepts.

But at this time, Ming Furo gave up her pride and dignity. She would rather call herself a mediocre person and attribute all the credit for creating the data system to Anser.

Because at this moment, she finally broke free from the illusion that Ansel had brought her.

Mingflora Zeger realized that it was right for her to look up to Anser in this way.

But at the same time... she didn't feel angry at all, instead she felt a very strange feeling.

It was impossible for her to realize such a simple thing only now - she knew Ansir Hydra's talent and greatness better than anyone else.

It was all because of Ansel's attitude towards her three years ago that she fell into this mistake.

But what if, what if at that time I really didn't feel any need to look up to Ansher, any need to bow down, any need to be humble, any need to flatter him.

Does that mean that Anser really regarded himself as a friend? He might not have lied, just like Marina said...

What was he forced to give up?

However, just as Ming Fuluo was thinking about this, there was a loud "bang" and a four or five meter tall steel puppet fell directly from the ceiling!

“Hehehe… Ahahahahaha! Great, Babel Tower, Ming Furo, great!”

A crazy laugh came from the iron puppet: "You can come up with something like this, and with the training of Lord Anser, you are going to take another step forward. You are completely different from me, a stray dog ​​who has lost everything."

"Why!"

He roared furiously: "Why can a lowly creature like you have everything? Why was everything I had destroyed because of that little mistake... Babel Tower, Ming Fuluo, do you think..."

"Will I let you live like this?"

The iron puppet attacked with a loud bang, but the stunned Ming Fuluo didn't have time to make any move.

Because she recognized the voice in the puppet.

He was the most outstanding genius in the Ether Academy, and also her... former rival.

——Conrad Shenghui

Chapter 40: Miss Doll’s Confusion

Nassima Shenghui's death was meaningless.

From a very objective point of view, the Grand Duke did die in a conspiracy - but neither the person who designed the conspiracy nor the person who was plotted against thought of killing him.

He was just unlucky to be in a position that would have killed anyone, and then died meaninglessly, and along with it, the three hundred years of inheritance of the Shenghui family was completely destroyed.

Perhaps because it was really meaningless, our Emperor was merciful enough not to exterminate the entire Shenghui clan, and after executing Grand Duke Shenghui, he didn't bother to care about it anymore.

Very mercifully, he threw these people without protection to a group of greedy and hungry beasts.

Theoretically speaking, Mr. Conrad certainly has the right to inherit all his father's inheritance. Regardless of whether he has a title or not, it is normal for his children to inherit his father's inheritance.

But obviously, this situation can only exist in theory.

The actual situation is that the evil beasts surrounding the Holy Light Legacy are very kind to Conrad by leaving him a little capital to make a comeback.

And the former genius of the Ether Academy, the favored child of heaven who had bathed in countless glory, Conrad Shenghui... From the fact that he used the family name as his surname before he became the head of the family, it can be seen that he valued the family's honor.

How could such a person escape like a dog, hide in a cold cave, and dream about rise and revenge day after day?

When the Shenghui family died, Conrad was determined to die, but before that...

There are still some things that need to be settled.

If Conrad's sudden appearance only made people confused, then what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.

The backstage of the podium was instantly burned to ashes by the surging flames. The long curtain had become a waterfall of flowing lava. As the noble lady shouted in extreme anger, the temperature of the entire lecture hall soared rapidly!

In the imperial capital, only the fifth-order extraordinary people could barely escape the emperor's suppression. Rong Geer, who seemed to be also attacked, looked at Ming Fuluo on the podium almost immediately, with anxious eyes. She stared at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in front of her, and the molten golden light condensed into a terrifying pressure:

"Lunkelett! You are crazy! Mr. Barnes, let's work together--"

The next moment, the space where the three of them were located suddenly distorted without any warning, and the three fifth-level transcendents... all disappeared in an instant!

"Are you still in the mood to see others?"

Ming Furo subconsciously turned her head to pay attention to Rong Geer, and almost instinctively cast a defensive spell after hearing the voice, but the terrifying energy contained in the blazing light cannon directly blasted her behind the burning curtain.

"...Are you not dead?" A deep voice came from the iron puppet, "You still cherish life as always, Ming Fuluo"

...The abnormal energy output has exceeded the third level!

Ming Fuluo, who was blasted into the ruins, coughed up a large pool of blood. The energy attenuation necklace hanging on her chest had shattered due to overload. Conrad's seemingly ordinary light cannon just now compressed extremely high concentrations of light elements together. It was no exaggeration to say that the instantaneous energy that burst out directly evaporated the target. This was the signature skill of the Shenghui family.

But Conrad couldn't possibly be at this level... The external armor on him? A weakened version of the armor? Impossible, the most that Grand Duke Shenghui could do was to copy the armor according to Anser's drawings, and he definitely didn't have the ability to improve it.

boom!

The iron puppet holding a long sword slashed down with the sword, and the exploding beam of light directly crushed everything in front of it into powder. The entire front of the hall was almost split in two by this sword. Ming Furo, who was hiding behind the scenes and barely avoided the attack, kept gasping for breath, and the blood flowing from her forehead dyed the gray-white glasses frame red.

The numbers in the data system jumped wildly, but in this tiny moment, it was so immature and crude that it was obviously not up to the task. Conrad came here with the hatred of killing her. His purpose was clear and his plan was complete... He would not say a lot of self-righteous nonsense before taking action. If nothing unexpected happened, the next attack would most likely be -

The iron puppet raised the sword with both hands, and the light flashing on the blade suddenly surged, making the whole sword look dozens of times larger. Under the crazy alarm on the lens, Ming Furo was indifferent because she knew she could do nothing now.

In the white light that almost blinded her eyes, even though she was dozens of meters away, Ming Furo could still feel the intense heat that almost burned her skin, the light, the heat, the energy... the simplest output, the purest violence. Conrad knew very well that he did not have much time, so he chose to destroy Ming Furo completely in the most brutal way.

There should be five more levels on this floor... They should be able to make it in time. No, they might just sit back and watch me die, or be entangled by Conrad's men. Then the only person I can hope for is -

"Just like that, destroy me before I do, Mingfuluo Zeg!"

...It's ridiculous. At this time, you are actually looking forward to his rescue, Ming Fuluo?

Ming Fuluo thought so as Conrad laughed wildly.

The desire to survive could not be wrong. Ming Furo certainly did not want her life to end so absurdly in such a place.