The villain's way to tame the protagonist

After that, Ming Fuluo rarely returned to her home. She lived with her grandfather and felt joy and freedom she had never felt before.

Because Erion could answer all her questions and respond to any of her words. Following her grandfather, Ming Fuluo saw the splendor and infinite mystery of this world, which she had never experienced before.

The young child could not refuse such beauty. Her great talent made it difficult for her to tolerate the silent mediocrity. Thus, her kind, gentle and knowledgeable grandfather soon replaced her parents.

Erlien touched Ming Fuluo's little head and said gently, "You are normal, Luo, but your father cannot understand your talent. Just like I cannot understand why he is so mediocre."

"Mediocre." The girl repeated Erion's words in a low voice. "Is that my father's fault?"

"…No, son, that's not it."

The old man sighed but said nothing more.

Little Ming Fuluo looked straight at Erlien and asked, "I heard from Uncle Hendrick that father and mother... betrayed grandfather. Is that true?"

"That was a few years ago."

"So, it's them who caused you to be..."

Ming Furo looked around the simple alchemy workshop. Such a great fifth-level alchemist could only stay in such a simple environment to display his talents. She couldn't understand why her grandfather had fallen to such a state.

"No, Luo." The old man's voice was still very gentle, "Don't blame your parents. My downfall has nothing to do with them."

"Then why-"

"It's just my choice, kid."

The fire burns, the metal rings, and the ether flows, connecting various materials. There is no need for a chisel to carve out a circuit. A masterpiece is forged as if it were naturally created.

It fell into Erion's hands. It was a cylinder with a complex structure. Ming Furo watched it release a breeze, spew out flames, and then stir up crackling lightning. It was wrapped in an invisible energy field. It was very magical.

But not long after, it exploded.

The tiny roar was confined to the palm of Erion's hand. He stared at the explosion for a long time, feeling numb and depressed.

"I chose... to give up." The old man lowered his eyes. "This is not a feat I can accomplish. My limit is here."

"Grandpa can't do it either?" Ming Furo asked in disbelief.

"I have seen the end of my possibilities, child."

Erlien Zeger replied softly: "There is no hope there that I want."

"but……"

He shifted his gaze to the petite girl. Her cloudy and dim eyes were filled with such eagerness and pride, sweeping away the sluggish and fading vitality just now.

The old man placed his hands on Ming Fuluo's shoulders and said solemnly:

"But I see it in you, A-Ro."

"……I?"

"Yes, you. You are the most talented person I have ever seen in this world, second only to Mr. Flamel... No, if it weren't for Mr. Flamel's cheating spirit..."

Erion murmured more and more enthusiastically: "You may have the possibility... to surpass him!"

"Only geniuses like you who can transcend boundaries are the real hope."

"So, kid, why don't you worry about those crazy things your father said."

He smiled and rubbed Xiao Ming Fuluo's head: "If I can make you such a great genius and enable you to realize that possibility, why should I choose to give up... Ah, after saying so much, I haven't really mentioned it to you yet."

He looked at the very confused Xiao Ming Fuluo and said with a smile: "Curious about what it is?"

The young child did not understand the weight of this sentence at this moment. She was just simply curious, and as a child, she cast a joyful and enthusiastic gaze towards all the places in the world that she could not understand.

"Yeah!" Xiao Ming Furo nodded vigorously.

"Well, I'll teach you, kid."

The old man stared at the bright light in the girl's eyes and responded happily:

“About the world, about the future, about… changes in everything.”

Then, in just two years, Ming Fuluo grew at a terrifying speed that no one could imagine.

She understood the specialness of the extraordinary to this world, and under Erion's guidance, she saw the solidification of this world, and was full of imagination about the future described by Erion.

[Child, imagine this, when extraordinary power, ether and even elements can be used in any aspect at any time and in any place, regardless of the object...]

[Hunger will no longer exist, hard labor will be liberated; children can become friends with animals and flowers and talk to each other; the disabled can become whole again and even spread their wings and fly into the sky]

[Thousands of steel arrays can support us in exploring the ocean, uncovering the fog, and even conquering the extremely dangerous zero-point maze. Perhaps we can discover new continents, new territories, or even a new world.]

[Ah Luo, that kind of world is truly a world full of infinite possibilities, and it is a truly great, bright... future! ]

While other six-year-olds were still playing house with the neighborhood kids, the equally young Mingflora Zeger was already, under the influence of Erion, looking forward to a future full of infinite possibilities.

Ming Fuluo, who was in the memory space, looked at her younger self with a dazed expression.

In fact, this period was not a happy one.

Because Leiden would always come looking for her, trying to take her away from Erion in various ways, she could always hear endless arguments. Erion's attitude towards Leiden also changed from peaceful concession in the beginning to criticism and targeting later, and even anger in rare cases.

This also made Ming Furo more devoted to endless learning that normal first- and second-level extraordinary people could not understand.

Because she got to know the world earlier than other children, young Ming Furo is less dependent on her parents than other children, but at the same time... she can see more clearly than them the love that her parents pour into her.

Her father and mother loved her, young Ming Fuluo always believed this throughout her childhood, so she could not understand and could not face the quarrel between her father and grandfather - because her grandfather also loved her, and he understood her better and showed her such a beautiful future.

The girl had no choice in this numbing dilemma, so she immersed herself in the beauty brought by knowledge to escape the absurdity of reality.

So gradually, everything loses its color except the splendor of knowledge.

Memories changed. Ming Furo watched her grandfather, who had just had an argument with her father, return to the study. He sat on the chair and stared at her younger self quietly.

The young me was so focused on reading that I didn't even notice Erion coming in.

The old man watched quietly for a long time, then stood up and prepared to leave, but the slight movement was noticed by Xiao Ming Fuluo. The girl looked up at him and said blankly:

"…Grandpa? What's the matter?"

Erion stopped walking. He looked at Ming Fuluo, who was holding the book tightly in both hands even when she looked at him. He was silent for a while and sighed:

"If Lydon were like you... you would be a lot happier, kid."

Before Ming Fuluo could say anything, Erion shook his head again and said, "I'm not criticizing Leiden, Luo. This is not his fault, this is my fault."

The old man, who was already somewhat hunched over, leaned on his cane, closed his eyes and murmured:

"If I could have nurtured him more firmly, instead of giving up on him after more than ten years because of his mediocrity and letting him go his own way; if I could have provided him with a better and more inspiring growth environment, so that he could strengthen his inner beliefs..."

"If I had done that, even if Leiden was a mediocre person, he was a mediocre person with faith and ideals. He didn't have to achieve such greatness, he just had to do what he could."

"But in the end... I gave up on him."

Erion sighed, "He lived a very painful life. In his childhood and youth, he suffered from his mediocrity. Now he suffers from his hatred for me and his love for you."

Little Ming Furo didn't say anything. She couldn't understand what Erlian said. The emotions between people were still too complicated for Ming Furo at that time.

She just felt that her grandfather seemed a little sad, so she tried her best to say comforting words:

"But... Grandpa still has many students, including Uncle Hendrick, Ms. Rong Geer, etc..."

"Yes, they are all my proud students and people I have high hopes for."

Erion opened his eyes and smiled at Xiao Mingfuro.

His words carried a weight that Ming Fuluo, who was staring at this memory, had not yet noticed:

"So, I won't make the same mistake again, I promise you, kid."

"At the same time...you have to promise me one thing."

The skinny, wrinkled, dark yellow hand tightly grasped the cane. The old man, who was already very old and did not look like a fifth-level warlock, said solemnly:

"You have to promise me that you will never give up on chasing that future, chasing the possibilities you hope for, chasing the...ideals you firmly believe in."

In this gray world, Erion's figure seemed to become solid, as if he had really come alive in front of Ming Furo's eyes, and uttered these words.

These words should have made Ming Fuluo feel powerful and reaffirmed her faith as she was lost in her memories.

But Ming Fuluo just stared at her grandfather's figure, at the old face that was so vivid in her memory, her heart did not feel any ripples no matter what.

Because if she regained her confidence because of this sentence, then her ideal...what kind of absurdity would it become?

I don’t know the reason, and I don’t know how to achieve it, but just because the sentence "You must be firm in your ideals" in my memory can break through all the confusion and pain I have experienced in this period of time. Doesn’t that prove that... her ideal is just because of this sentence itself?

Great.

Ming Fuluo was even glad that she did not regain her confidence because of Erlian's words. She was glad that her belief did not come from a sentence she heard when she was six years old.

This is something that she has realized and accumulated over more than a decade of life, and finally arrived at, and she is willing to give everything for it...it is a real thing.

The scene began to change again. Apart from studying, there were almost endless quarrels between my father and mother, my father and grandfather, my parents and grandfather... and my grandfather's students, my parents' friends...

Her father never gave up and took her away from Erion, and Erion also showed a stance of never giving in. The young Ming Fuluo gradually became indifferent and numb from the dilemma at the beginning. She began to learn to focus only on learning and self-improvement, and the dull grayness of the world became more and more vivid in her eyes.

Next, it seemed that the scene that Ming Fuluo never wanted to see again would soon come, the scene that she tried her best to forget, but she didn't dare to forget, was unwilling to forget, and didn't want to forget.

But to her surprise, that scene did not come. Her memories flashed through at high speed, showing her monotonous life as a teenager. She followed Erion's students to study, research, and continue to delve into the world, looking for ways to open up the future.

That was one of the few happy times in Ming Furo's twenty-one years of life. A group of people with the same ideals and beliefs helped each other and were full of passion and imagination for the future. Ming Furo also thrived in this enthusiastic environment and atmosphere.

But as time went by, she gradually realized that... although there was still a huge gap in skills and strength, there was already a fundamental gap between her and them in thinking patterns and even heights.

As she grew older, she understood Erion more and more, and hated this monotonous, solidified, unchanging gray world more and more. She hated the hell and cage called transcendence, but she found that other people did not understand this clearly enough as she imagined, or... they were completely incapable of making the slightest change.

Ming Fuluo recalled what Erlian had said, that only a true genius could realize that future.

So she began to grope her own path alone, and then gradually got used to it, communicating and interacting with others less and less.

She became lonely and then got used to being alone until one day, she received a letter.

——A letter of communication sent by a man who calls himself Faust.

After only a few correspondences, Ming Fuluo already regarded him as a close friend, but she didn't expect that when they met, it would be like that...

boom! !

The violent thunder almost made Ming Fuluo lose consciousness.

When she came to her senses, she saw the rolling dark clouds in the night, the rolling thunder between the dark clouds, the endless rainstorm under the thunder, and in the rainstorm... herself and him.

"So all this is a lie?"

She saw herself and numbly asked the boy who was also in the rainstorm.

"Yes, they are all lies."

The blond boy leaned on his cane and remained calm even in the heavy rain: "I lied to make you submit to me wholeheartedly."

"...I see. So that's why you refused me to become your bonded leader because I'm not loyal enough and because I won't put you first."

Ming Fuluo in the rainstorm is no longer the delicate, cute, ignorant and tender girl she was in her childhood. Although she has not grown much in appearance, her expression and temperament have become cold and hard. When the rainstorm pours down on her, it is like pouring on a piece of steel.

"It turns out that you have never really thought about realizing our ideals."

“…have you never thought about it?”

The boy standing opposite her suddenly asked.

"Have you never...thought about it? Never thought about it, never thought about it...Hahahahaha!"

He, who was calm and composed just now, suddenly burst into laughter, and there was a bit of hysteria in his laughter.

Darkness and heavy rain could not obscure the brilliance of those ocean-blue eyes, but now, that brilliance was not beautiful and gentle, but... furious and crazy.

"So you do think that everything I've done and said for so long has been a lie, right?"

"When I said I couldn't stand on the same side as you, you thought that everything I did for you was a lie, and everything I said was a lie, and I was..."

The boy clutched his cane tightly and roared in the rain. His angry voice even drowned out the thunder. Even the sky was silent under his anger:

"The thoughts and feelings I poured into you were all lies?!"

"Mingfroy Zeg..."

"answer me!"

The rumbling thunder sounded again, shattering Ming Furo's consciousness.

She remembered.

I remembered the emotions that Ansel expressed at that moment, on that still young face, in those sea-blue eyes, and in those words... all the anger, sadness, resentment, confusion, and... powerlessness that were brewing and then bursting out.