The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"do not come!"

The door handle was crushed in Miss Doll's hands. She stared at Rong Geer, then swept her heart-pounding cold eyes over everyone present, and finally fixed her sight... on Hendrick.

"The future of Babel."

She murmured softly, and her dim purple eyes trembled, revealing an almost collapsed emotion, which gave Rong Geer a very bad premonition.

"Then tell me, Hendrick."

Ming Fuluo's cold and indifferent voice became hoarse and trembled a little: "Tell me, what do you think the Tower of Babel should look like?"

"...Ming Fuluo, what on earth are you——"

"tell me!"

Miss Doll's extremely strange state made most of the people in the conference room stand up. They stared at the top genius of the Tower of Babel standing at the door, their eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

Hendrick was also a little at a loss. Not knowing how to comfort Ming Fuluo, he could only answer helplessly: "I want to develop Babel Tower in multiple fields, including education, theory, and actual production... With the help of Lord Anser, we are capable of doing this."

"...and then?" The wood chips crunched in Ming Furo's hands. For some reason, her delicate face, which had never shown any emotion, was distorted.

"And then? And then of course... to realize the ideals of all of us, the teacher, and your grandfather."

Hendrick tried to calm Ming Furo down: "Think about it, Ming Furo... Think about it, when we have trained large numbers of extraordinary people, when we have made outstanding achievements in more fields, and have more amazing ideas, and then realize them perfectly and apply them to society...what will the empire become? Isn't the experiment in the Little Pelican Territory proof of this! With the help of Lord Anser, the final result is so perfect, we succeeded!"

His words perfectly touched upon the greatest despair in the heart of Ming Furo, who was on the verge of collapse, and trampled on the ruins of her ideals that had been shattered by Ansher.

"That's success? You think...that's success?"

Bang!

Ming Furo punched the door, her pretty face distorted by collapse and rage, her cold voice turned hysterical, she had never...even when facing the death of Erion, Ming Furo had never lost her composure like this, now she was like, like...a madman with nothing.

"That's not success at all. You don't understand anything! Not only you... even Grandpa, even he... woo..."

After that moment of venting, she fell to the ground helplessly like a doll with its strings pulled out, covering her eyes with one hand, her voice distorted and choked with sobs.

Rong Geer finally couldn't bear it anymore. She walked towards Ming Fuluo anxiously and stretched out her hand to her: "What's the matter, Ming Fuluo? What happened? Tell us, we can definitely..."

Snapped--

The crisp sound of a hand being slapped away echoed in the council room. Rong Geer looked at the still trembling hand that slapped him away in disbelief, and then... he met the eyes of Ming Furo who slowly raised her head.

She saw the dead silence beneath the wetness and crystal.

"In the end what happened?"

Her tone suddenly became dull, as if she were a puppet speaking fixed lines.

"I want to ask you, ask you all... Rong Geer, what happened fifteen years ago?"

"That day, how did grandpa die?"

At this moment, most of the people present showed uncontrollable and extremely distinct changes in expressions.

Most of them were Erion's last and most steadfast followers. It was normal for them to have emotional fluctuations when talking about his death, but... Ming Furo's current state made their emotions fluctuate, not because of the death of their mentor, but because of what she said... the cause of death.

"Teacher...he..."

Rong Geer was the one who controlled her emotions the best, but her fingertips still trembled slightly: "We... don't know. We haven't found the answer in the past ten years... Ming Fuluo, do you miss your teacher?"

She tried to reach out and hug Ming Fuluo, but was stopped by the chilling look in her eyes. Not knowing how to respond, the noble lady could only force a gentle smile: "That's all... in the past. We have such a bright future now. The teacher will definitely be happy."

"It's all in the past. We shouldn't keep dwelling on it."

Ming Fuluo looked at Rong Geer with empty eyes, then looked at the others, and finally looked at Hendrick, whose expression was getting more and more wrong: "You have told me this many times...many, many times."

"It turns out that you didn't want me to move forward, but you didn't want me to look back... to find the truth."

When it comes to the topic of Erion's death, no matter who they are, when facing Ming Furo, they always choose to avoid talking about it and always tell her not to indulge in the pain of the past.

It turns out... it was to prevent her from finding the true source of the pain.

"Ming Fuluo."

Hendrick also walked towards Ming Fuluo. He maintained a calm expression and tone, and said in a very serious tone: "You may have learned the cause of the teacher's death from somewhere... but are you sure it is true? And it is not designed by someone to influence you and us-"

"How do you know that the truth will affect you?"

Ming Furo looked up at Hendrick. Her dead and gloomy eyes were like a sword piercing through his chest, leaving him unable to utter a word. At the same time, the uneasiness and panic in his heart reached its peak.

Then, everyone heard the idea of ​​Babel, the most determined pursuer of Erion's ideal:

"Because you killed grandpa."

"……Do not."

Miss Doll lowered her head and covered her face with her trembling hands. Her short nails scratched her skin and embedded into the flesh of her cheeks.

"It was Grandpa who asked you to kill him."

"Erion Zeger died at the hands of his eleven most outstanding and determined students..."

Xitana muttered the information she had pieced together from the broken scroll, and looked at Anser in disbelief: "He... that guy, Ming Fuluo's grandfather, he... he was killed by his own student?! And..."

The girl couldn't help but look back: "He was the one who ordered the students to do this, and to chop off heads and cut open hearts... Is he crazy?!"

"No, he is not crazy. On the contrary... This is the most perfect and unparalleled creation of Erion in his career as an alchemist."

Anser looked out the window, seeing the vibrant and prosperous scene of the Tower of Babel, and sighed with admiration:

"He created a perfect lie directed at only one person, a false life directed at only one person... enough to change the world."

Xitana couldn't help but use the Wind Head to piece together the information on the scroll. The information provided by the scroll was very detailed. The girl soon saw that it was probably a specific analysis given by the recorder:

"Erion's failure and downfall in his old age did not come from the targeting of other forces, because his ability enabled him to transcend such targeting. The warlock realm could not accommodate him, but the extraordinary world was not dominated by warlocks. Therefore, his fall was entirely his own choice - he was unable to realize that absurd and ridiculous ideal, and therefore lost the reason to move forward and even survive. It's that simple."

"In the process of pursuing [Extraordinary Universalization], he realized that he might not be able to reach the end, so he placed his hopes on his offspring Leiden Zeger. He spent more than ten years and devoted everything to train Leiden, but it turned out that in the field of creation, talent determines everything."

"And Leiden is the person that the world has the most of—the most mediocre. After realizing this, Erion gave up forcing his son. But before that, he had already forced Leiden for more than 20 years. This kind of giving up would not make Leiden feel relieved, but would make him hate Erion even more."

"So..." Hitana, who was kneeling beside the sofa putting the pieces together, scratched her head, "Ming Fuluo's father is a fool? Then why is Ming Fuluo so smart?"

"Xier's parents are ordinary people, why do you have such a talent?" Ansel asked back.

Xitana was stunned for a long time, and finally realized: "So what Anser meant is that Ming Fuluo is the same as me...ah! She is the protagonist like me."

Because of the talent, ability and power that can subvert the times, one is chosen by fate and becomes a hero of the times.

There is no conspiracy behind Ming Fuluo's talent, just like Xitana's talent in fighting was not given by anyone. It is just the only thing that was born out of countless births and deaths over thousands of years, among trillions of possibilities...

"But Leiden's daughter, Mingflora Zeg, showed extraordinary talent, so Erion naturally placed his hopes on his granddaughter."

"During this process, he learned from the failure of educating Leiden and stopped forcing him to study. Instead, he focused on strengthening his relationship with Ming Fuluo and shaping his thinking and beliefs."

"His granddaughter lived up to his expectations and had great enthusiasm for that unknown ideal. So Erion chose the most appropriate time and let his students kill him."

"……etc."

Confused, Xitana turned to look at Anser, waving her hands left and right: "Well, Ming Fuluo... lived up to her grandfather's expectations, is there any connection with her grandfather's suicide?"

Anser held up his face and said with a smile: "If I die now, what will Xier do?"

"You, what are you doing!"

Xitana stood up suddenly, jumped into Anser's arms, and covered his mouth angrily: "Don't say such unlucky words!"

Anser pushed her hand away helplessly: "I mean, if..."

"If it doesn't work!"

"...Anyway, if something like this happens, what will Xier do?"

"me……"

Hitana's tone became visibly flustered: "I will definitely save Anser. No... I will not let Anser die! Anyway... Ahhhh! Anyway, I must kill the guy who hurt Anser first! No... I must break his limbs, stuff his hands and feet into his mouth, and then-"

"Besides revenge?" Anser couldn't help but interrupt Xitana's vicious words, "What if I entrusted Xitana with something at that time?"

"Of course I will try my best to accomplish it." Hitana answered without thinking.

"One more thing, what if that thing is what I have been pursuing... In other words, I told Seele at that time that I must defeat fate no matter what?"

"Humph! Sooner or later, I will eat that shitty fate!"

Sitana crossed her arms across her chest and said angrily.

And Ansel smiled without saying anything, just looked at her quietly.

It took a long time for Hitana to react. An expression of understanding gradually appeared on her face, and then turned into shock.

“So… so.” The girl came to her senses and said in disbelief, stumbling, “Her grandfather wanted to use this method… Oh my God! Is he sick?”

“But it is undeniable that the effect is outstanding.”

The young Hydra gently stroked Xitana's slightly messy hair, but his eyes were still fixed on the scene outside the window. He said softly: "Ming Fuluo was not a young person with life experience at that time. She was just a six-year-old child."

"At that time, her life was filled with endless thirst for knowledge and anticipation for the future that Erion had described."

"And in this situation... the grandfather who could bring her these things just died like this. He died miserably. Perhaps before he died, he deliberately left behind a message in some way that was called hope but was actually a curse."

"you say……"

Anser rested his chin on Xitana's shoulder and said with half-closed eyes:

"What will be left of Ming Fuluo's life at that time?"

"It's nothing more than the faith entrusted to me and... deep hatred."

Whether it is the belief in the ideal itself or the determination fueled by the hatred for the murderer, it will lead Ming Furo to the path that Erion hopes to see.

"This is the lesson Erion learned from Leiden." Anser curled his lips. "There is one thing I don't agree with the recorder of this scroll. Erion did not become gentle. He was not using warmth to infect Ming Furo. On the contrary, he felt that Leiden's collapse and hatred all stemmed from the fact that he was not decisive enough, thorough enough, or extreme enough, so..."

Young Hydra shrugged. "He was absolutely decisive, thorough and extreme towards his granddaughter."

Xitana, who was holding Anser, felt cold all over. She thought, if she had such a grandfather, hiss...

I must be quick and break this old man's legs first!

"Then...then why did he ask his own students to do it?" Xitana couldn't help asking again, "It's not enough to disgust his own granddaughter...does he want to disgust so many people? Those who are close to him are too unlucky!"

"This is the most ingenious part of this plan."

Anser shook his head and smiled: "Xitana, would you allow cockroaches to appear in your room?"

"would not!"

"So, if a little cockroach drags the body of the cockroach leader to you and promises you that... there will be no more cockroaches in the future, will you allow him to move?"

"This one……"

The girl hesitated for a moment: "I think I will still beat him to death."

"But that's just because it's a cockroach. People won't have any extra emotions towards cockroaches. But if it's a human... it's different."

"In the warlock realm of the imperial capital..." Anser played with Xitana's smooth and delicate hair, "Erion Zeg is the cockroach leader."

"And Hendrik, Jungel, and the other students... are just little cockroaches offering their bodies."

As Hitana's eyes gradually became enlightened, Anther once again looked out the window. In the distance, the simple and artistic architecture of the Tower of Babel and the scholars talking and walking on the road all displayed the thriving status of this organization.

"If you think about it, you will know how they who have been following Erion can be accepted by the warlock field of the imperial capital? How can they have the opportunity and resources to build the Tower of Babel?"

The only reason was naturally... they used Erion's body, the severed head, and the gouged heart to quietly tell several bigwigs in the warlock circle - to tell them that we have repented and we are no longer the students of that madman. You see, this is the best proof."

"even so."

Anser said with emotion: "It took Hendrick seven or eight years to gain a foothold in the imperial capital and build the Tower of Babel... and then it was shaky again just a few years after it was built. If it hadn't relied on Ivora, it would have been wiped out long ago."

After listening to what Anser said, he was silent for a long time, and finally uttered a sentence:

"This old man is really... dangerous."

"Do you think this is the end?"

"……what?"

"In other words." Anser smiled and pinched Sitana, who was opening her mouth wide. "Do you think that Erion used his head and heart to build the foundation of the Tower of Babel, but in his heart, is the Tower of Babel really the main force to change the world?"

“Don’t forget…in the field of creation, only true genius can achieve unparalleled changes.”

"This rebellious tower that reaches the sky and challenges the rules that have been established for thousands of years is not just a carrier, it is also..."