The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"The Ice Workshop that put together the doll named 'Ming Fu Luo'."

The puppet kneeling on the ground glanced at everyone present, taking in their dodging, astonishment, panic, fear, confusion...it was all within sight.

She staggered and stood up unsteadily, her eyes, which were filled with many expressions, now dull.

"Just the initial determination is not enough."

She whispered softly: "It must be long-lasting, persistent, day after day, with uninterrupted infection and influence, so that I can accumulate faith day by day and every moment, and thus...it will put me in an environment where I am always eagerly pursuing that ideal."

Looking at this group of kind elders who are the most important in his life, the puppet leaned against the door and smiled sarcastically:

"Among you."

Use your own death to anchor the only valuable thing and the only existing belief in Ming Furo's gray childhood.

Then, he used his death to exchange for the soil in which the Tower of Babel was born and grew.

Finally, use this piece of soil to reversely cultivate and promote Ming Fuluo's growth, allowing her to be immersed in the eager nutrients all day long, deepening her pursuit of that ideal day by day.

Will not waver, will not betray, will not give up, and there will be no end.

So, why do I want to bring about changes that will make life better for ordinary people even though I have never truly understood this world and have never witnessed real suffering?

Because this is the environment she grew up in - this is what she has accepted since she was six years old, when she had nothing but faith and hatred.

Everyone around her was telling her this, and everything around her was telling her this - go and change the world with passion and enthusiasm, this is your grandfather's legacy, and this is the meaning of your existence.

You were…born for this.

So, after fifteen years of hard work, the present Mingflora Zeg was finally put together.

Mingfrozzeg, who never thought that there was anything wrong with what she did; Mingfrozzeg, who was rational and decisive enough to sacrifice everything; Mingfrozzeg, who never gave up completely even though Anser almost destroyed her from the bottom; and...

Mingflora Zeg, who had all possibilities wiped out for a future with infinite possibilities.

Chapter 1: The Only Color, Part (w)

From the moment Ming Fuluo cast a curious and enthusiastic gaze at this world, she lost any other possibilities.

Lost all choices in life.

And when she had been pursuing it so happily for more than ten years without feeling tired or bored, she finally saw the heaviest truth on that light scroll.

Her life was shaped. Just as Anser said... Mingflora Zeg's life in the past fifteen years was Erion's greatest masterpiece.

An idealist that even Hendrick and his friends fear.

The puppet looked at the elders in front of her in a trance. She could call out all of their names, areas of expertise, and research directions. She had consulted each of them countless times in the past fifteen years, and gained faith and strength as strong as steel from each of them.

Now, recalling Hendrick and Rong Geer, recalling the anger, shock, confusion and sadness expressed by these elders when she made those sacrificial decisions and choices... Ming Fuluo realized that she should have reacted at that time.

Those emotions did not come from "Ming Fuluo, why did you become such a person?", but rather... "Ming Fuluo, why didn't you become the person we hoped you would be."

——Because Erion never sacrifices others, he only sacrifices himself.

And...my own relatives.

The petite scholar leaned weakly against the door, the corners of her mouth twitching. The absurd reality made her want to laugh, but her collapsed self made her want to go crazy. Her delicate and beautiful face became hideous and distorted because of this contradiction.

She once thought that Erion's failure was because he was too kind and unwilling to sacrifice others to achieve his goals, but it turned out...it turned out that she was the one who was sacrificed.

"Ming Fuluo...you first, calm down first."

With his lips trembling and his back shivering, Hendrick tried to comfort Ming Fuluo, who seemed to be on the verge of a complete collapse at any time: "Listen, this is not true, the truth is not like this... We never thought of deceiving you, and the teacher would never-"

"You...have never deceived me."

The puppet's purple eyes reflected everyone's face without focus, but did not cast the thing called sight on anyone. It was like a jewel inlaid in a hole, without any luster.

"Because all you have to do is be yourself."

The ingenuity of Erion's "creation" that lasted for fifteen years and was praised by Ansir lies in the fact that it is... not a lie built on lies.

In the eyes of Hendrick and others, Erion's suicide was to create an opportunity for the birth of the Tower of Babel and pave the way for the arrival of a new world. He did not need to say anything about Ming Furo. This group of students who followed him would let Ming Furo live in an environment where there was nothing else except that ideal.

Any thoughts that all of them might have about Ming Fuluo, such as "letting her live like a normal child", would be dispelled by the death of their mentor and Ming Fuluo's own persistence. They would be happy to see that indelible belief take root in Ming Fuluo's heart, and Ming Fuluo would become more involved because of their indulgence...

This goes on and on until one goes crazy.

This kind of fake life is more real than anything else. It has no flaws and is impeccable.

So is it this incident itself, this truth itself, that makes Ming Fuluo so desperate? Obviously not.

Because she knew very well that Hendrick and the others were not ordered by Erion to perform a play for fifteen years, but they also had a sincere enthusiasm for that ideal. Erion built a false stage for her, but everyone who performed on the stage did not think they were acting.

She has no choice but to be a doll pieced together from fragments of her ideal, but every fragment does sparkle with brilliance.

So...what exactly destroyed her?

"But even so, it doesn't mean that you didn't lie to me."

Miss Doll whispered softly, "You gave it up."

At the moment when everyone was panicked and confused, only Rong Geer was stunned, and then immediately turned extremely pale. She opened her mouth in panic and wanted to explain: "Ming Fuluo, listen to me, I don’t mean..."

"Hendrick."

The puppet ignored Jungel's words and just looked at Hendrick blankly, repeating the question she asked when she broke into the meeting room:

"Tell me, what does the Tower of Babel look like to you?"

"Ming Fuluo, I..."

Hendrick seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Ming Furo's eyes, which were already empty and creepy.

He opened his mouth, and finally sighed: "The Tower of Babel... of course it exists to change the empire, to change the world, to realize the ideals of our teacher and all of us. This is what it looks like."

He thought that there should be no problem with his answer, and he even wanted to say something more. But when he saw Rong Geer's bloodless face, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

What exactly is going on? Why...why does Ming Fuluo know what happened back then? Rong Geer's expression is——

"To realize Grandpa's dream..."

Rong Geer closed his eyes in pain, while the others looked at Ming Fuluo who was whispering like this. Everyone couldn't help but look away when they saw those dead eyes.

"You, you guys, do you really think so?"

The emotional fluctuations in her words disappeared, and her lips were just uttering syllables, like the most rigid and self-disciplined puppet.

"Ming Fuluo! How could we possibly——"

“Let the common people, all those who cannot touch the extraordinary, also have the power to control the extraordinary.”

Ming Fuluo's words echoed in the conference room. Her voice was so mechanical and indifferent, but it was like thunder.

"Do you really still have this idea?"

thump—

Rong Geer fell to the ground weakly. The noble lady who was always proud and in high spirits, at this moment, covered her face with trembling hands.

When Ming Furo raised this topic, which no one in the top management of Tower of Babel had mentioned but was tacitly accepted by everyone, the meeting room fell silent.

Yes...that's the truth.

Why do we say that this is a lie that is not built on lies?

Because the beliefs and enthusiasm of all the elders of the Tower of Babel are real, but this belief and enthusiasm have long since changed direction with the passage of time.

Fifteen years of hardship have made everyone see the reality clearly - a reality that is not an ideal but a delusion.

To create alchemical tools that are as convenient as possible, instead of thinking about allowing all ordinary people to master the extraordinary... This is down-to-earth, and this is the way to truly realize Erion’s ideal, everyone of them believes so.

And these words were spoken by Ronggel, the elder, under the guidance of Anser...

In the Tower of Babel, there was no one left who was moving forward towards the future that Erion truly desired.

——Except Ming Fuluo.

Except for her, a puppet that was pieced together and was chasing after phantoms.

If Ming Fuluo once thought that she had no companions, it was because no one could keep up with her pace. Now that she looks back and the truth is clear, she realizes that it is not that they cannot keep up with her pace, but...

But on this road, from beginning to end, I am alone.

When everyone had quietly changed their direction and ideas, and did not think they had done anything wrong, and believed they were still fulfilling Erion's ideals...

She was the only one who was so pitiful, so sad, and so ridiculous... risking everything and sacrificing everything towards a destination that would never be reached.

This was the only lie that the top leaders of the Tower of Babel told Ming Fuluo, apart from concealing the death of Erion. It was also a lie that sent her to destruction after she learned the truth.

When she looked up and asked, "Who else among you is still upholding grandfather's ideals?", all she got was silence.

——The doll that was born from the enthusiasm of those fifteen years was abandoned by that enthusiasm.

She gained from them the will to change everything even though she had never witnessed the suffering of the world, but they gave up the possibility of creating that new world.

"Let's... Ming Fuluo... don't do this."

The last time he was so frightened that he was almost desperate was when Ivora wanted to destroy the Tower of Babel. Hendrick was almost incoherent:

"We don't think like that. It's not... it's not giving up, but changing... using... using another way to..."

"Creating alchemical instruments and alchemical tools, and then improving the lives of civilians...?"

Ming Fuluo said what Hendrick wanted to say, and then, as if she knew what he would say, she whispered in a ghostly voice:

“Nothing will succeed, only failure in the end.”

"Even with Anser's protection, even without supernatural intervention... it's the same."

Anser...had already shown it to her.

I have seen things that I have never understood, and I cannot change the reality.

The complexity of the nature of society, the chaos of human nature, and...

The fact is that the entire world has long been extremely distorted under extraordinary distortion.

Even under conditions of absolute fairness, when no means outside the rules could be used, the prosperity of Watson Territory came to an end in just one month.

A mortal who holds a miracle in his hands will not want the miracle to benefit all living beings.

They just want to be the miracle itself.

Everything she wanted to save wanted to devour the helping hand she offered to save her... She couldn't handle this alone, so what about the complexity of human hearts? What about the complexity of society? And on top of that, what about the extraordinary people who were watching her covetously?

Nothing can be changed.

The puppet took one last look at everyone in the conference room, taking in their expressions of avoidance, confusion, hesitation, and sadness. It then lowered its head, said no more, and turned away.

"Ming Fuluo...wait, wait!"

Rong Geer, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled and reached out his hand to the delicate scholar's back: "We don't want to hurt you... We, we can change, we still have time, we-"

"……us?"

Ming Fuluo stopped and all her emotions seemed to have been restrained. No, not restrained, but... annihilated.

Annihilation became a gray void, just like the world without any color reflected in her lightless eyes.

"There is no us here," she said.

"There is no me here, no... Mingfuluo Zeg."

The puppet said this and turned away.

If all the things that have happened during this period of time were taken out and happened separately, none of them... would be able to have the effect of destroying Ming Furo.

The pain of being "betrayed" by her elders came from the panic of self-nihilism, the despair of being unable to change anything, and even the shaping of her beliefs and ideals, and the sacrifice of her most beloved relatives... All of this can be bridged by her almost crazy belief that has been tempered for fifteen years. No matter how difficult and hard the situation is, as long as she is given time and room to think, she can overcome it.

But Ming Fuluo has none of these things.

——Because of Anser, I don’t plan to give it to her.

Starting from inducing Jungel to confess their betrayal of Erion's ideal, from the exact facts to the empty lies, the devil step by step disintegrated her self, disintegrated the ideal that was more important than her self, and disintegrated... everything about her.

When the seed of self-doubt was planted in Ming Fuluo's heart, the chain of destruction had already begun, and it ended with Erion's chilling "great creation", and ushered in... the grandest curtain call.

I… don’t know why I am still obsessed with changing all this even though I clearly have no idea about the suffering of the common people.

It turns out that this is because my grandfather used his death to design everything, including my life.

But it doesn’t matter, because Hendrick and the others are just like me, they are also pursuing grandpa’s ideals, so I am not lonely.

Ah, it turns out that they have given up. They all believe that grandpa’s ideal is impossible to achieve. They think that their own way would be better, and they think it doesn’t matter if they compromise.