The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"No...I can."

Miss Doll lowered her head, recalling the answer she had given to Anser not long ago, the answer about "change", while staring at the dirty and messy street beneath her feet.

"Everything I ever thought about was too far away for them."

She murmured softly, then looked up again as if realizing something, and looked at the poor people in front of her.

"Ideals, beliefs, and even dignity...are all too far away. What they need is to fill their stomachs and stay alive."

"Besides that, any lofty declaration would be...trampling for them."

"..." Ansher lowered his head slightly, looking at Ming Fuluo, whose eyes were filled with emotions, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Among the four heroes, it is undisputed who is the most popular among the world, and it can only be the most benevolent and brave hero.

But being popular and being respected are not necessarily the same thing.

Among the four heroes who created the new era, Mingfulo Zeger is the one most respected by the world.

Because she is a genius, a true genius - this genius is not only reflected in her subversive development of etherology, but also in her unparalleled gift for cognition, absorption, transformation, and understanding of worldly affairs. This talent can be seen from her insight into Anser's psychology and plans. So even though Ming Fuluo has been very immature and even clumsy in the choices she has made in this field that she has never set foot in, her understanding of this aspect is deepening at an incredible speed...

The Revolutionary Army once forced Hitana to commit suicide because they needed Anther as the creator of the new world structure. This is enough to show that some of them have a very long-term vision and are extremely eager for someone with such talent.

So who was responsible for this important task in Ansher's original future which did not change?

——The answer is Mingflora Zeger, the genius sorcerer who walked the world for many years after the collapse of the Tower of Babel and who had insight into the root cause of the distortion of this world.

In that future, she truly found the truth that could build a new world.

This can be seen from the understanding and comprehension she shows now.

Too fast, dear Ming Fuluo, this is not the gift I want to give you.

Anser smiled and put his arm around Ming Fuluo's waist, whispering in her ear:

"Helen, the place where prosperity and noise exist is nothing but an illusory appearance. The area dominated by poverty and hardship is the reality of this world."

“And in this reality, you have also done such an amazing thing.”

In this era, being able to truly feed everyone is a completely unbelievable thing. Even in the imperial capital, there are people starving to death.

Even in the world that Anser saw, which had a more complete and rigorous social structure, hunger still brought death that no one could resist.

But extraordinary power, as an existence that ignores any common sense, can theoretically shatter any "laws" in people's cognition.

Now, it has done it. It has made it so that in a territory, in the most prosperous large city, no one will go hungry, and even the poor can get enough food physically.

Ming Fuluo responded subconsciously: "This is not me--"

"You should be happy about this, right?" Anser interrupted Ming Fuluo, "This is what you expected, right?"

"..."

Ming Fuluo remained silent. She looked at the scene in front of her. On the dilapidated streets, children in old cloth clothes were playing happily. Even the thin adults with sallow complexions had smiles on their faces that were full of hope for tomorrow.

The cold and indifferent expression on that usually cold face gradually softened, and the noble and gorgeous purple eyes also began to soften.

It’s not a big deal, just being able to eat enough is already a great happiness for them.

And I, the Tower of Babel, have the ability to give them happiness beyond this, and this world will become more perfect.

If with Ansher's help, it wouldn't be just empty talk, but... it would be a reality that could be touched, just like what was happening now and what he was witnessing.

Anser...

Miss Doll turned around and was about to say something to Anser, but the latter smiled and spoke again:

"So, that's not a problem, is it?"

"……what?"

"The peasants, I mean,"

Anser touched Ming Fuluo's head and said, "Since Helen is so satisfied with the current situation, then those farmers are something that can be abandoned, right?"

"If so, it's something that can be discarded."

His voice was so soft and gentle, as if he was talking about something insignificant: "Then, their problems are not problems anymore, right?"

"..."

Ming Fuluo opened her mouth slightly, and the scene she had just seen emerged in her mind.

The quarrels, the violence, and underneath it all...the despair.

How desperate would a farmer be if his daughter was seriously ill but he couldn't sell any crops? But no matter how desperate he was, it was not a reason to kill his competitors. So this just reflected one thing.

He had gone mad in his despair.

He knew that it was not that he could not sell grain in these three days, but that from now on, he would never be able to sell any grain.

"There is more than one way to survive."

Ming Fuluo said this subconsciously, but then she fell into confusion.

There's more than one way to live... right?

Do they really have so many ways...to survive, so many choices?

No, that's not right. It shouldn't be like this. They—

"I'm just asking if they can be discarded."

The gentle "care" interrupted Ming Fuluo's thoughts. The vicious snake held Ming Fuluo's cheek and stared into those purple eyes: "You have done this countless times. Why did you hesitate this time, Helen?"

"I……"

[You have done this countless times]

You have abandoned and sacrificed others countless times, even if it was arbitrarily and unjustly.

Her heart was churning at this moment, telling her that she should be able to find other options, other methods, but the pair of sea-blue eyes in front of her froze everything surging in Ming Furo's heart.

This is not...reality.

This is Anther's game, a game in which when it starts, when it ends, and what the final outcome is are entirely decided by Anther.

She had no extra choice or room to think. She had to do whatever Ansel asked her to do.

"……Yes."

Ming Furo lowered her eyes subconsciously, but when her eyes caught the smiles of the poor people, she raised her head again and looked at Anser.

On that battlefield that was like a meat grinder, she was determined to sacrifice all her soldiers just to keep the Tower of Babel standing, and she had never been as determined as she is now.

Because compared to the unknown possibilities, the young man in front of her showed her the real change.

So, if necessary, sacrifice.

"They are disposable, Father."

Ming Fuluo answered.

"Then let's go a step further... What if they want to hinder or even destroy your vision?"

The smile on Ansher's face grew brighter, but the words he uttered were filled with a chilling chill.

"…They, destroy?"

Ming Fuluo had a bad feeling in her heart, but facing Ansel's smile, she couldn't say anything.

Since Anser said that he would not take the initiative to interfere in anything in this game, Ming Furo was willing to believe that Anser would not tell such a low-level lie.

He definitely wouldn't take the initiative to intervene and do something, so... did he foresee something?

Foresee the peasants destroying... everything now?

But how is this possible? Are they capable of doing it?

"Helen."

Anser spoke again, not giving Ming Fuluo time to think calmly: "Answer my question."

The doll lady was silent for a moment, then she stared into Anser's eyes and said:

"If anyone wants to destroy everything now."

"I will do everything I can to get rid of them."

Ming Fuluo, imagining the scene, responded in a cold tone.

Anser nodded with satisfaction after receiving this answer: "This kind of determination is like you... Very good. So now do you want to go back, or stay in Qingling City for a while and see more things?"

"Stay a little longer..."

Ming Fuluo looked into the distance, along the dilapidated streets of the slums, all the way to the rows of exquisite buildings in the center of the city.

She had some new insights. If she wanted to change the world, supernatural powers might be just one of the keys.

What is the other key...

*

On the twenty-eighth day after the start of the game, the soil strengthening agent's usage cycle has reached its fourth round.

The farmers who cultivated the land outside Little Pelican City have all changed their appearance.

Expensive and luxurious clothing is only the most superficial change; the more obvious and more important thing is undoubtedly the earth-shaking change in mental outlook.

Even the most honest and timid farmer, walking on the streets of Little Pelican City, is so full of vigor and vitality. Even if his skin is rough and dark, and his appearance is rough and ordinary, the complacency and pride that emanates from his body cannot be concealed in any way.

"Good morning, Mr. Henk." "Hello, Mr. Henk!"

Henk, a simple young farmer, has now put on a nice coat. He doesn't understand why the coat is so expensive, but he is so excited by the sales pitch that he buys it.

Now, he has become a well-known figure in Little Pelican City, and because his fame has spread quickly throughout Watson Territory, he has a seat in the Pelican Chamber of Commerce.

This young man, who used to just shyly nod in response when greeted, can now calmly nod and respond with a smile.

Amid the greetings, he walked up the stairs and walked quickly to the lounge at the end of the corridor.

There, the real owner of the Pelican Chamber of Commerce was waiting for him.

"come in."

As the answer came, Henk pushed the door open and saw Rozzokela and Laurel sitting face to face with a stack of documents on the table.

"Sit down." Laurel glanced at Hunk, then continued to say to Rozokera, "Next, we should use these cities as nodes to quickly sell our food to the surrounding areas..."

"Isn't this too fast?"

Rozoquela, who was smoking a cigar, exhaled thick smoke: "We haven't yet gained a firm foothold in these cities. If we immediately divert the food away, will it be..."

"No problem." Laurel said bluntly, "We just need to open up more farmland and increase production."

As a businessman, Rozoquela shrugged: "You are an expert, you have the final say."

Laurel nodded, then looked back at Henk: "Henk, go find the right person to take over the new farmland."

"Understood. And, uh...what's going on?"

In front of these two people, Henk would still be nervous. One was a wealthy man who was becoming increasingly unattainable to him, and the other was a benefactor who changed his life. He always maintained a cautious attitude towards these two people.

"Indeed, about what's next..."

Luo Zuokela was about to say something when he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked down at his pocket.

"Communication Magic Crystal...you guys chat first, I'll be out for a while."

The man waved his hand and walked out of the lounge first. Laurel looked down at the documents on the desktop and had no intention of chatting.

Henk was silent for a moment, then he carefully asked Laurel, "I've wanted to ask this for a long time...Laurel, why me?"

"Ok?"

"Is it just because we are from the same hometown that you chose me to work with you?"

Henk looked at the short and strong man. He still couldn't understand it and even felt uneasy about it - why did Laurel choose him?

Laurel put the file down, turned to look at Henk, and said calmly, "Because you're a good person."

"……what?"