The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"I...I'm here to confirm something."

Anser smiled and turned to Ming Fuluo and said, "Are you still not going to do it?"

Miss Doll had not yet recovered from the family tragedy of these two young people, and subconsciously asked: "...What?"

"Didn't you hear clearly what they said just now?"

The young Hydra raised an eyebrow slightly. "Destroying those fields, although that's impossible, but what if they did it?"

He placed his hand on Ming Fuluo's shoulder and said earnestly: "This is a threat, Ming Fuluo."

"How do you deal with something that threatens your ideals?"

Facing the confused gazes of the two young men who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, Ming Furo's body... gradually began to tremble.

“This… isn’t right.”

She began to try to defend herself: "If they had that field, they would definitely not--"

"Suppose they have? What about other farmers? Do you want to give every farmer in the empire a piece of farmland like that?"

Anser couldn't help but laugh and said, "How exaggerated would the grain production be? Would anyone buy the grain that can't be eaten? Who will suffer the loss in the end?"

"Look, dear Ming Fuluo."

The young Hydra stared at the gradually stiffening doll lady, and his tone suddenly became indifferent and cold:

“You didn’t know that the field would ruin the farmers, but now that you know it, you fantasize about all farmers having the field, but you don’t know the consequences of this situation.”

"You want farmers to have something to rely on even if their farming is no longer valuable, but you don't know how to arrange it or how to achieve it."

"It's just as shallow as ever, just as... empty as ever."

"Since you know nothing."

He raised his chin slightly. "Of course, we have to follow the simplest principles. Do I need to say it a second time? When faced with someone who threatens your ideals, how do you choose?"

The devil's lips moved slightly and he uttered those two words silently.

sacrifice.

Bang, bang

When Ming Fuluo came to her senses, the vegetables that were growing hard in the fields were watered with boiling blood.

She stared blankly at the floating gun floating on her shoulder, watching the slight smoke coming out of its muzzle, her dim pupils shaking constantly.

Why would I... I obviously didn't, I never thought about it...

"That's great." Anser chuckled happily, "This has become your instinct, Ming Fuluo, to clear up the dangers, eliminate the threats, and..."

"Sacrifice, everything that can be sacrificed."

"Ugh... ugh!"

The petite scholar collapsed to his knees, the two bodies shattered by the two artillery shells and the farmland covered with minced meat reflected in his eyes. He vomited out everything he had just eaten.

Their father...died from illness, or perhaps just because he had no money.

Their eldest brother died. He died trying to kill the other farmers who had left them with no way to survive.

They... died too. I killed them because they were a threat to the farmland.

Their whole family...died because of me?

Is this an isolated case?

Ming Fuluo asked herself this question as she vomited continuously until she began to dry heave.

Why am I so...unable to accept this? I was clearly trying to feed everyone, I was clearly doing the right thing, why...

"Because you don't, you know nothing?"

Ansher tilted his head, and his words turned into sharp blades, piercing Ming Furo's back.

"If you knew what this kind of 'change' would bring, you would find a way to prepare in advance. If you were prepared in advance, many, many things would not have happened."

"But you didn't. You know nothing about the so-called change. Your mind is full of those empty ideals, but you have never considered turning them into reality. You need to make preparations other than technology. Ming Fuluo, you know nothing and you don't know anything..."

"It's nothing."

"And this..." the devil sighed, "this is your absurd and pathetic nothingness, as if... you never knew why you were pursuing that ideal."

"Ugh... cough, cough cough cough..."

Ming Fuluo's hands seemed to be completely out of control, hanging down naturally.

Her body coughed instinctively, but she didn't have any further reaction, allowing the filth to flow out from the corners of her mouth.

The petite woman looked at the sky blankly, but there was nothing in her eyes.

Ming Fuluo remembered what happened after that, but it didn't matter anymore.

Her world had become gray, just like her childhood, no...even more dead than her childhood.

Anser took her to many cities and places and met many people.

Dead, alive, ecstatic, crazy, seizing the opportunity, completely numb...

It turns out that Watson County has undergone such great changes. It turns out that such a short period of time is enough to turn a person into this state.

Ming Fuluo only realized all this now, but it was too late.

Not everyone is well fed, not everyone benefits, destruction, harm, and even annihilation...are happening all the time in the salvation she longs for.

And she could have avoided all of this, if she had really understood and thought about what change was, if she had really observed and witnessed the world she intended to change.

But Mingflora Zeger neither thought nor witnessed.

She was just chasing, and she didn't know why she was chasing.

So, when this short trip ended, when Anser brought her back to Little Pelican City——

There was no light in the eyes of the exquisite and beautiful doll, and the gorgeous purple eyes looked like a dead gem.

Chapter 6: No One Is Worth Saving (K)

A second sun was burning in the sky above the Little Pelican City.

The Crown Princess who suddenly arrived here did not control the high temperature she emitted. Instead, she seemed to want to use this painful heat to announce her arrival to everyone.

Ivora, sitting in mid-air with her legs crossed, looked with satisfaction at the civilians kneeling down to her below, and her gaze turned to the large farmland outside the Little Pelican City.

"A place of miracles... heh."

She showed disdain: "When did miracles become such a cheap thing?"

The violent sun retracted its blazing flames and set from the sky. Only when she looked at the entrance of the city did a smile appear on her face again.

This month was very boring for Ivora. There was nothing new to play with and nothing interesting to entertain herself. Although these things did not account for a large proportion of her daily life, after a long period of self-discipline every day, she always had to face the boring world, which made it difficult for Ivora to be happy.

The only leisure activity is probably to quietly watch Anser's game and see how it will develop in the end.

"It's really unnecessary."

The two figures in the distance came into Ivora's sight. Her eyes, which seemed to be burning, were fixed on the petite and slender figures, and she whispered unhappily.

"If it weren't for you, this game... would be more interesting."

Restrict the extraordinary? Maintain fair competition?

What a joke! These guys should be like hyenas, fighting and biting each other... That would be fun!

Although everything that happened in Watson Territory this month could be considered a good show, in Ivora's opinion, it was not enough to really please him.

However, when he thought about what would happen next, Ivora's face showed an extremely happy smile again.

"Haven't you had enough fun yet, Anser?"

Her voice penetrated the street and even from such a long distance, it reached the ears of Anser and Ming Furo who had just stepped into the city gate.

Without waiting for Ansher to answer, Ivora stretched out her hand and made a pulling motion. The next moment, Ansher and Ming Furo appeared in front of her in an instant.

"Your uninvited personality is really unpleasant, Ivora." Anser sighed.

"Come here uninvited? Is this your territory?"

Ivora raised his mouth in contempt: "On this continent, the only place where you can say 'uninvited' to me is the territory of Hydra."

She raised her hand and grabbed into the air, and the mayor of Little Pelican City appeared here out of thin air with a confused look on his face.

"Answer me." The eldest princess did not turn her head, but raised her chin arrogantly and looked at Anser, "Who does this place belong to?"

The city lord, who had not yet reacted, was stunned for a long time and had no idea what was going on. So after a few seconds, he screamed miserably as expected.

"Yes, it's yours, it's yours, Your Highness!"

The city lord, who was burned by the blood flames, rolled on the ground. He responded in this way while wailing in pain.

"see it?"

Ivora waved his hand with satisfaction, and the blood flames on the city lord dissipated, but he was already on the verge of death, and it was still unknown whether he could survive.

But Ivora certainly didn't care about that. She just put her hands behind her back and confronted Anser:

"It's you who came uninvited."

The domineering princess who thus declared her sovereignty raised her eyebrows: "So, what do you want to do by coming to my territory?"

"I have no interest in arguing with you over childish disputes about ownership, Ivora."

Anser naturally showed his dissatisfaction: "You are affecting my game."

"What does your game have to do with me?"

When Ivora's unscrupulous words fell, the entire Little Pelican City instantly fell into a scorching hell. There was no need for the entity of fire to descend. The surrounding air could burn people's skin. Every breath was like torture for them.

"Ansel, do I have any reason to give in to you?"

Speaking so bluntly about the almost twisted absolute self in her heart, the eldest princess took a step forward. Wearing slender high heels, she was slightly taller than Anser. This kind of pleasure of looking down on others made her very satisfied.

To outsiders, this was a normal manifestation of the incompatibility between the two, but only they knew that they were just performing for those self-righteous idiots.

But Anser knew better - Ivora was not acting now.

This woman who wanted to throw the whole world into the furnace of her hand was provoking him under the pretext of acting.

But in terms of strength, Anser is no match for Ivora now. Normally speaking, he will never be a match for Ivora until both of them inherit the power of the sixth-level gods.

During his sixteen years of life, Anser never gave up on honing his strength, but this was the least important thing in his schedule.

The most important thing in Anser's life is to constantly absorb knowledge that can change everything from the memories of that world, and to formulate plans to fight against fate based on it.

And Ivora seems very...pure.

Throughout history, Ivora Feasting Flame is the descendant of the entire Feasting Flame royal family who is most thirsty for power and authority, without a doubt.

She always has a surging and burning desire for power. Even though her hope of reaching the seventh level of Feast Flame lies in this, no one is like her. From birth until now, she has never stopped honing her strength for even a day.

In the confrontation between the two sides, Anser rarely showed his true strength, but this time...

The all-consuming darkness replaced the ground they were standing on, and the three of them seemed to be standing on a huge, "non-existent darkness". The shuddering aura of terror emanating from the darkness was far more despairing than the physical pain brought by the high temperature emitted by Ivora.

Anser said nothing, but just looked at Ivora quietly.

It was like a giant python coiled up in a heap, raising its body high, looking down at its prey.

"…You really want to come with me?"

Ivora narrowed his eyes slightly. This kind of breath was very familiar to the Flame Royal Family - this was the essential breath of Hydra as the end of the abyss.

It's simply... an entity from the abyss walking in the human world.

This kind of harmony with the abyss is probably the most amazing among all Hydras.

The arrogant eldest princess finally restrained her deliberate cruelty. She read a warning in Ansel's eyes, snorted coldly with some displeasure, and then her breathing became a little rapid because of excitement.

She was displeased that Anser even brought up his own nature as a warning... Ivora did not like Anser's excessive emphasis on civilians. Knowing this, she emitted the kind of high temperature that was harmless to the extraordinary people but unbearable to mortals as a provocation.

As for the excitement... naturally it is the excitement about Anser's power and Anser's uniqueness.

I am so powerful, and Anser is so close to the abyss, how powerful will our offspring be!