The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"So, you are still rejecting me?"

Ivora gave an even crueler smile.

Perhaps it was the pleasure of torturing Ming Furo, or perhaps it was the dissatisfaction caused by Ming Furo's ungrateful rejection. In short... an unspeakable nameless anger drove her to ignore the original plan, and Ivora has always been like this.

Her hand stretched out into the air, sank into the flames and disappeared, but Ming Fuluo's petite body suddenly floated up... no, was forcibly pulled into the air!

Ivora's hand penetrated the space, grabbed her spine, and pulled her up alive.

"Answer me, you poor doll that Anser treats as trash and plays with."

Ivola stared at Ming Fuluo and said word by word: "Are you rejecting me?"

"If you want to make a deal with me, you have no right to refuse."

Burning her internal organs and pulling her spine, this inhuman pain was destroying Ming Fuluo's will, but she showed no signs of giving in.

I don't want Ivora to dominate the food supply of the entire empire, and I don't want such a dark ending to come. But if... if it comes at the cost of Anser -

Tenderness and cruelty, teaching and sarcasm, enthusiasm and coldness, and... the gleam that once flickered in his eyes, and everything that was swallowed up by the deep blue sea.

Countless fragments and chaotic memories mixed together to piece together countless faces of Anser: the him when he was still young, the him who had grown up; the him who always laughed at himself, the him who stared at himself calmly; the him who was so enthusiastic, the him who could no longer be understood.

His greetings, laughter, care, guidance, curiosity, anger, roar, and finally the indifferent silence.

"Ahem!"

Ming Furo vomited up another pool of red-black blood that was emitting steam. She could feel that she was still far away from death because Ivola had no intention of killing her. He was simply torturing her. The flames burning her internal organs seemed to spread throughout her body. The hand that was tightly grasping her spine seemed to want to break her spine. However, Ming Furo, whose consciousness was on the verge of collapse due to the pain, still did not speak.

Why... If it is for everyone, for redemption, for ideals, then Anser should also be... something that can be sacrificed.

Anser also said that everything can be sacrificed.

Didn’t I make the same choice three years ago?

But why can't Ansher be sacrificed this time?

With her mind almost collapsing, Ming Furo recalled the words that Ansel said and the expression he revealed in her mind again. The details that she had not noticed were now clearly visible to her.

And Anelisa's sad whisper:

He is very sad

At this moment, the pain of the soul that was more unbearable than the physical torture came again.

The chaotic and unclear memories pierced through her skull, split her brain, and ruthlessly drilled into her deepest will. Together with the burning that was only for torture, it destroyed all of Ming Furo's remaining thoughts.

Her consciousness fell into the deepest abyss, and before that...

Ming Furo seemed to see someone fiercely pouncing on Ivora from behind, and at the same time felt something dark, cold and terrifying wrapping her up from behind.

But even though it was clearly some kind of incomprehensible horror, Ming Furo felt completely at ease before she fell into a coma.

Because she heard that familiar voice saying:

"Ivola, you will pay the price."

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When Ming Fuluo woke up again, she found herself in a gray room.

The furniture, decorations, and the petite figure sitting in front of the desk made Ming Fuluo quickly realize that she was now in the memories of the past.

Her extraordinary memory made her realize that she was probably watching her memories from when she was about four or five years old.

Mingflora Zeger, one year old, to be exact, was able to have fluent conversations with ordinary people and write to a certain extent when she was eleven months old. She is a genius among geniuses.

At the same time, she was born a supernatural being, and could achieve promotion without the assistance of rituals. Therefore, whether it was the talent as a "human" or the talent as a "supernatural being", Ming Fuluo had possessed a great treasure that countless people could only dream of from the moment she was born.

Such a genius should have been destined to be famous and achieve ultimate glory surrounded by countless people, and have a perfect and happy life, but her childhood... was not like this.

Although that period was short, it was the most meaningful time in her life and had nothing to do with the word happiness.

Chapter 1: The Only Color Part (w)

"Why are you here again? I didn't agree to let you stay at my house!"

The angry voice coming from outside the door attracted Ming Fuluo's attention and also made the little girl who was sitting at the desk writing something turn her head.

"I'm just here to see my granddaughter, it's my right as a grandfather."

"You are not worthy of being her grandfather. Leave now, immediately!"

The increasingly intense quarrel caused the girl, who still had a distinct baby fat on her face, to lower her eyes, and the doll lady, who was watching all this, also made almost the same reaction.

"Before that, aren't you going to ask for A'Luo's opinion?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment after hearing this, then jumped off the chair, ran to the door and opened it, poked her little head out into the corridor, and called out childishly:

"grandfather……"

At the stairs at the end of the corridor, the two people who were arguing turned their heads at the same time. The handsome man looked distressed, while the kind old man was smiling.

"A Luo, grandpa is here to take you to study. Do you want to go with grandpa?"

A light first bloomed in Xiao Ming Fuluo's purple eyes, but after seeing her father's gloomy expression, it disappeared silently.

She hesitated for a long time, holding onto the door frame, and finally shook her head.

As a result, the expressions of the man and the old man froze at the same time, almost as if they were reversed, but the old man named Erion was able to quickly maintain his decency. He smiled and nodded: "Then I will come to see you next time... Oh, by the way, I almost forgot the gift I should give you every time I come to see you."

He tapped the ordinary cane he was holding, and a regular dodecahedron appeared out of thin air in front of Xiao Mingfu Luo. The girl carefully reached out to catch it, and then she heard Erion say, "This is a little toy I thought of these two days. I put some thought into it. Have fun with it, Luo."

Xiao Ming Furo played with the regular dodecahedron curiously and found that she could twist and splice it at will. It soon turned into something strange under her rotation. She wanted to twist it back according to her memory, but found that it had a more sophisticated automatic structure inside, and needed to be injected with ether to be sorted out.

The girl soon had a great time playing with it. Her beautiful purple eyes were fixed on the little toy, and her chubby little hands were twisting it flexibly. She raised her head with joy and said softly, "Thank you, Grandpa."

The old man smiled and waved, then turned and walked down the stairs.

The man beside him had no intention of seeing him off. Instead, he quickly walked to Xiao Ming Fuluo, squatted down and asked softly, "A Luo, why don't you want to... don't you want to go study with your grandfather?"

The little girl stopped playing with her toys and looked up at her father:

"Because Mom and Dad will be unhappy."

“…” Leiden opened his mouth, but did not show any joy at this sentence.

Instead, he asked with a complicated expression: "So... you still want to stay with your grandfather, right?"

The young Ming Fuluo was unable to understand her father's emotions at the moment. She tilted her head and finally answered honestly, "Yes."

Leiden was silent for a moment, then let out a tired sigh.

Ming Fuluo looked at him, thought for a moment, and handed the regular dodecahedron to Leiden:

"Daddy, toys."

The cute little girl blinked her eyes, just wanting to give her favorite things to her father.

Leiden looked at his daughter holding the toy in both hands, and was stunned for a long time. Deep tenderness appeared in his eyes. He reached out and hugged Ming Fuluo: "Thank you, Luo."

He laughed, as if to let Ming Fuluo know that he was in a much better mood, and began to try to twist the toy back to its original shape.

But in less than half a minute, the smile on his face gradually froze.

Xiao Ming Fuluo tilted her head slightly as she looked up at her father. After looking for a long while, she reminded him, "Press the piece that Dad's left middle finger is pointing at, then switch to the upper left corner and move the pillar on the right. Maybe, um... you need to inject ether... one standard unit?"

After hearing the reminder, Leiden did not make any move, but just stood there stiffly.

It was not until Ming Fuluo called him uneasily that he reacted and returned the toy with a forced smile.

"…Sorry, Luo, Dad is so stupid."

How could a four-year-old child possibly understand euphemism and concealment? The young Ming Fuluo just tilted her head in confusion and said, "But I think if it's just to change back, it's very simple. It seems that it can change into different shapes..."

She muttered this as she fiddled with the toy and walked back to her room.

The ordinary man was left standing alone in the corridor, sandwiched between his genius father and his freak daughter.

Ming Fuluo watched all this calmly. Looking back today, she could more or less understand Leiden's feeling of suffocation. But in her opinion, it was not anyone's fault but Leiden's mediocrity.

Mediocrity is not a sin, but if you envy talent because of your mediocrity, that is despicable.

In her eyes, her father was so despicable.

The scenes in this gray memory world change rapidly, space is spliced ​​and reorganized, objects disappear and merge, and the accelerated loss of time in memory gives people a cold, strange and absurd feeling... At the same time, Ming Furo didn't know why she thought of these things. If her memory was restored, shouldn't she see the memory about Anser the most?

She had not lost these memories, every detail was crystal clear, why was she remembering these at this time?

Miss Doll watched the increasingly detailed picture. When Erion gave her the dodecahedron, she knew exactly where this memory was.

Soon, she saw herself lying on the lawn in the yard, basking in the sun and tinkering with parts.

The young Ming Fuluo seemed a little tired. She raised her head and prepared to relax, but happened to see that her father and mother seemed to be arguing in the window of the bedroom on the third floor.

The girl thought for a moment, took out a small crystal from her pocket, and after injecting ether into it, an image of herself lying on the lawn was projected. She then tiptoed back into the house and climbed to the third floor.

"Leden, do you know what you are talking about? She is your daughter! Are you doubting her or me?"

Haitaner's eyes were red: "How can you say such a thing!"

"...Haitanna, I'm not doubting any of you. Just calm down and listen to me."

Leiden rubbed his temples, looking exhausted and taking a deep breath:

"Do you know what the toy he gave to Luo is? It was the final question of the Alchemy Association's third-level membership assessment this year! If you can solve it within two minutes, you can become an intermediate member of the Alchemy Association... But Luo... Luo only took five minutes to solve it. Do you know what this means?"

"She's a genius!" Heitner raised his voice. "Is this strange? Do you realize now that your daughter is a genius?"

“This is not a question of genius at all!”

Leiden also became angry. He waved his hands and paced back and forth in the room, looking anxious:

"She is only four years old now! Four years old! She started reading at one year and two months old, and it has been less than three years! Normal children's brains have just begun to develop, but she can already solve problems that only third-level alchemists will deal with... Even the Archduke's child is only learning etiquette at this time!"

The man held his wife's shoulders with both hands and said tiredly and sadly:

"Tell me... Haitanna, do you really think that this can be explained by the word genius?"

The woman wanted to open her mouth to refute, but when she calmed down from her anger as a mother and a wife, she also felt a chill.

"...But maybe Luo really..."

She tried to explain something feebly, but Leiden spoke word by word: "I know him, Heitner. I know that madman too well. He must be——"

Leiden paused suddenly. He first leaned out of the window cautiously and found that his daughter was still lying on the lawn fiddling with something. After pulling the curtains tightly, he continued solemnly:

"He will never give up that meaningless, damn ideal... He will never give up."

"So..." Haitanna's voice trembled, "So that's why you said that Luo, she -"

Leiden loosened his grip on his wife's hand, closed his eyes with difficulty and distress, and said hoarsely:

"She's...not normal."

Haitanna covered his mouth, staggered back several steps, tears already welling up in his eyes.

"Our child... Mr. Erlien, he did something to him... Is that what you mean?"

"He is a fifth-level alchemist! Even if he has fallen to this point, there are not three alchemists stronger than him in the entire empire! If...if he really wants to do something, we won't be able to detect it at all. And his attitude towards Luo, Luo's attitude towards him...this is not normal, isn't it?"

"Haitana, listen to me. The Ether Institute... No, the Ether Institute cannot be trusted either. I will find a way to identify..."

There was no more sound afterwards, because in Ming Fuluo's memory, she had already walked away silently, walked out of her home, and ran towards the ordinary little house where her grandfather was.

Ming Fuluo looked at her parents with distressed expressions in the gray room and knew that this was just a scene she had actively constructed in her memories.

But why——

In this imaginary scene, how could I express the sadness and helplessness of those two people so vividly?

Ming Fuluo stroked the chest of her illusory figure. She did not realize that her emotions were fluctuating because of these two people.

After years of resentment, it finally turns into indifference.

Before this question could be answered, the scene had already disappeared. And Ming Fuluo had never known that in the real past, in the last words that she had not heard, Leiden, who was hugging Haitanna, said firmly even though he was exhausted:

"No matter what Luo becomes, she is still our daughter."

This chaotic memory just changed mercilessly, coldly and cruelly revealing the scars that Ming Fuluo was most unwilling to accept.

"grandfather."

Watching Erion controlling everything in the alchemy workshop as gracefully as an orchestra conductor, Ming Fuluo asked softly, "So, am I really abnormal?"