The villain's way to tame the protagonist

That... doesn't matter. Even if the beliefs I hold are shaped, even if I am the only one left in the end, I can move forward, and I will definitely move forward.

But...but how can I move forward? Where is the road?

How on earth should I change all this?

...So tired.

If my life is designed, if I am abandoned in this design, if... if I don’t even know how to achieve the designed goals.

So...what am I?

Why does Mingflora Zeg exist?

From the inside out, everything, everything, Mingflora Zeger's entire existence, all points to nothingness, loneliness, and... meaninglessness and worthlessness.

In the end, even if she swallowed the false pain of life, even if she swallowed the despair of eternal loneliness, the only anchor she could grasp - turning that pursuit into reality, was shattered.

What reason does a puppet have to exist if it can't even complete its set goals?

As a result, the puppet lost all possibilities and died in the hell of losing all hope.

She staggered forward, not knowing why she was moving or where she was going. She just drove her legs and kept herself moving. She didn't know how long or how far she had walked. In the end, she fell facefirst to the ground like a disabled person who couldn't even control her limbs.

There were no tears, no crying, no roaring, he just collapsed like that. There was not a single human aura in his entire body.

Like a puppet that has been drained of energy.

After an unknown amount of time, the puppet heard a scream coming from not far away.

"Ah, Anser, I found it!"

She heard the approaching footsteps and the girl's strange mutterings, but her eyes seemed frozen and did not move at all.

"babble!"

The girl half-crouched down, tilted her head and looked at the doll and screamed, "She's dead?! No... that's not right, isn't she still breathing?"

She wanted to reach out and poke the doll, but was stopped by the boy behind her.

"Okay, Xier, you go home first." He said so gently.

"Go, go home?" Xitana was stunned for a moment, then said with great grievance, "I...I did something wrong again?"

"Of course not, it's just that there are some things...I need to put things to rest with her."

"Is that so... Then I'll go back first. Anse Anse, you should come back early too."

When the joyful footsteps faded away, the puppet heard the extremely gentle voice again, but it did not contain any comforting words:

"I gave you a chance to regret it, Ming Fuluo."

The young Hydra half-knelt beside the collapsed doll and gently stroked her cold cheek: "Now, do you regret not seizing that opportunity?"

"..."

“It’s really thorough.”

He laughed, and gently scraped his index finger across the puppet's lips. "This is really the worst day in your life, isn't it? But for me...it's not."

After a long period of preparation and waiting, the climax came before the final curtain call.

Seizing the Tower of Babel awakened Ming Furo's emotions, causing her attitude towards herself to waver, and then pushing her, who was no longer as cold and hard as before and was extremely weak, into the abyss... The denial of herself, the confusion about her ideals, the recognition of her own powerlessness, and in the end, the collapse and falsehood of everything, reignited all the despair she had experienced before.

To be able to achieve such destruction, Anser needs to thank himself three years ago.

Thanks to him at that time, he stood from the perspective of a friend and a fellow traveler, and in order to prevent Ming Fuluo from falling into great sorrow, he did not tell her the truth about Erion's death.

Otherwise, this perfect destruction would be missing the most important performance.

"Have you lost your mind about everything?"

Anser reached out and hugged the doll's petite body, whispering in her ear: "Even if I destroy you, humiliate you, and ravage you here, you don't care at all?"

The doll held in his arms with her head resting on his shoulder still made no sound, only a slightly warm breath... proving that she was still alive.

"Haha... just a joke. Why would I do such a thing to my important daughter?"

"You're right, Helen."

The young Hydra chuckled and whispered, and this name made the puppet's pupils fluctuate slightly for a moment.

"Just now I said that this is the worst day of your life, but that... is for Ming Fuluo."

He kissed the puppet's cheek, and a teleportation scroll suddenly appeared in his hand, which broke into pieces as the ether was injected:

"This will definitely be the most wonderful day for Helen."

After the flash of light, Ansel and Ming Furo... arrived at the city wall of a city.

"Remember this place, Helen?"

He put the puppet on the ground. The puppet staggered and finally stood firm by leaning against Anser.

The scene of the city was reflected in those purple, lifeless eyes.

The consciousness that had stopped functioning jumped a little.

here it is……

"Breeze City."

Young Hydra smiled and said, "Have you forgotten the other participant in our game?"

Breeze City... Breeze City...

Yes, participant, another one.

The dead eyes swept across the scene near and far, taking everything in the puppet's eyes, and such a thought popped up in his mind -

Is this... Breeze City?

Clean and tidy streets, intact and beautiful houses, bustling streets, and endless streams of pedestrians...

How could this be the barren city from more than a month ago?

"Because there was so much commotion in Little Pelican City, you didn't pay attention to this place during the middle and late stages of the game, right?"

Anser smiled leisurely and said, "Are you curious about what happened here?"

He snapped his fingers lightly, and a young man in luxurious clothes, who had been standing there for what seemed like a long time, suddenly came running towards him at a rapid speed, in a manner that was completely inconsistent with his appearance and clothing.

After running to a distance of about three meters from Anser, he stopped, without suppressing the almost obsessive admiration on his face, and bowed deeply and said:

"Lord Anser, Dragon Lana Byron sends his greetings."

Anser smiled and waved his hand: "No need for extra courtesy. Do you know why I asked you to come?"

"Yes!" The young man held his head high and said to Anser as if he was announcing his honor, "I would like to report to you on the economic department's regulation of Breeze City in the past month!"

Anser put his arm around the puppet's waist and leaned against the wall leisurely: "Go ahead."

"Yes! Starting from the day the soil strengthening agent was used to transform the farmland, on the sixteenth day, when the second batch of harvest began and a large amount of high-quality food flooded into the market within the territory, the department began to investigate and completed all the investigation work in seven minutes and thirteen seconds."

“After determining the specific situation, we discussed the options for one hour and thirty-seven minutes and determined the response plan.”

"According to the plan strategy, we bought all the food circulating on the market and communicated with the farmland owners to complete the purchase and price negotiation of all the food produced by the transformed farmland on the same day."

"Then, we matched the price of all grain to its quality, rather than its output. We used the valuation of the actuary to sell it in bulk at a higher price to all parts of the empire."

"We made a profit of ... 3,210 percent. Since the profit was much higher than expected, we returned the excess to the farmland holders and re-determined the purchase price."

"As for the remaining profits, we invested them in Breeze City, hiring extraordinary people to quickly complete the infrastructure construction. At the same time, more of them were invested in the creation of new production positions for farmers throughout the territory and the corresponding guidance..."

"Because it is foreseeable that our sales strategy will not be able to maintain for too long at the production speed of the transformed farmland. The external dumping will be saturated one day, and these grains will sooner or later occupy all markets. In order to prevent the native farmers from suffering heavy losses, we need to provide more jobs... Mr. Ketan proposed to carry out a number of technical and vocational training for farmers... Regarding these, you need to understand me in specific documents. I cannot explain it verbally. I am very sorry."

Although the young man's face was a little red, he didn't even breathe after talking so much. His logic was extremely clear and there was no stuttering. He even asked expectantly, "Do you want to read the relevant documents now?"

"No, that's not necessary." Anser nodded with satisfaction. "Well done, Long Lana. Everyone who is responsible for adjusting the grain market will receive a half-year allowance reward."

The young man's lips trembled with excitement - not because of the second half of the sentence, because when Anser said the words "well done", he already had this expression.

"No, this is you... this is all Lord Anser's cultivation!"

This was obviously just a polite remark used to get close to his superior, but the young man named Long Lana looked like he would beat to death anyone who dared to oppose him with his bare hands.

If Anser asked him to take out his heart to prove the credibility of this statement, he would do it without hesitation.

"I've said this many times, Long Lana."

The young Hydra shook his head and patted the young man on the shoulder with his cane: "You, everything you have, the status, money, knowledge, vision, ability... are not all gifts from me."

He chuckled and said, "Are you denying my own talent and hard work by saying that I... have no vision?"

"No...no no no no!"

Long Lana shook his head in panic: "I have no such intention, Lord Anser, I... I am honored from the bottom of my heart for my wisdom and for being able to bring such changes to Hydra Territory!"

When he said the second half of the sentence, the panic on his face had disappeared, and the sincere pride and the honor of treating it as his life were so dazzling.

In front of him, the sixteen-year-old boy who had not yet truly inherited this territory just smiled gently and said, "Okay, go do your own thing. I won't take up any more of your time."

"Yes!"

Long Lana responded decisively without saying any extra words. He bowed deeply again, then turned around and left quickly.

After he left completely, Ansher held the doll's cheeks, let her head tilt back, and looked into those purple eyes with a smile.

He was already dead, but at this moment... an emotion called "confusion" appeared in his eyes.

"I don't understand what Long Lana just said?" Ansel stroked her cheek.

“……” The puppet opened its mouth, but could not speak.

She really didn't understand what the young man said, but if she understood correctly -

"That doesn't matter, you just need to know one thing."

Anser lowered his head slightly and said gently: "In this game, no one in Breeze City was harmed."

"The owners of the farmland received large sums of compensation, Breeze City received a huge amount of construction funds, and the original farmers were not destroyed by their food. Thanks to Long Lana and his sales strategy, farmers in other parts of the empire were not affected too much. Of course... this is only temporary, but you also heard that they have already begun to prepare plans for possible subsequent problems."

"About that..."

The devil lifted the puppet's chin, lowered his head, and almost touched the other's lips: "What do you think?"

Long, long, long silence.

Then, after the collapse, after the destruction, the puppet trembled and spoke its first words:

"Is this...changeable?"

"Of course." Anser laughed happily, "You can't change, they can't change, maybe... no one can change."

The hands around the doll's slender waist slowly exerted force, as if trying to rub her into his body.

"But..." The young Hydra answered easily and confidently:

"I can do it."

This is... changeable.

The puppet looked at everything in front of it, and its eyes, which had been dead and frozen, began to tremble.

Not the worst possible outcome, but... better, the best possible outcome.

In the most empty despair, the puppet saw a beam of light that could disappear at any time.

"Ming Fuluo...Ming Fuluo..."

Then, this sigh and this name instantly obscured the light.

"Here..." The puppet grabbed Anser's hand that was holding her waist, and said in a numb and mechanical voice, "There is no... Ming Fuluo here."

"Oh? Then who are you?"

"..."

Looking at the puppet that failed to answer his question, the devil laughed happily. He lowered his head a little and whispered softly into the ear of the puppet he was holding in his arms:

"How pitiful, Ming Fuluo."

"A manipulated life, abandoned pursuits, and... a worthless self."

"Your beliefs are false and were forced upon you."

"Your companions are false, they have already betrayed you."

"Your self is fake. How can an existence built on all the falsehoods be real?"