The villain's way to tame the protagonist

It licked its teeth, and its small eyes shone with dazzling blood: "Boss is indeed... the most invincible existence in the world!"

How dangerous is this ultimate extinction abyss composed of pure destruction and annihilation?

It is constantly destroying everything except destruction, not only entities, but also... concepts.

The concept of light, the concept of being alive, the concept of gazing... Without sufficient power, the leaders of the clan could not even have a conversation, because these extremely abstract concepts such as sound, communication, and transmission were also erased.

But in this absolute extinction, Flamel relied solely on the strange "regular pentagon" he created out of thin air to easily and completely block the existence of the concept born from this destruction.

In a flash, an alchemical creation containing seventeen complex elements appeared out of thin air. No one saw the refining process, let alone the process, the tools, or even the environment... Flamel didn't even take out the refining materials, and this thing just appeared.

To create in the midst of extreme destruction, and yet so... easy.

And this power is exactly the spiritual essence possessed by Flamel Hydra, and it is the reason why he has reached a level in the field of alchemy that has never been reached before and will probably never be surpassed in the future.

As long as he could build sufficiently precise composition principles and effects in his mind, he could ignore any axioms, laws, or rules governing the operation of the world. He did not need tools or processes, and even materials could be discarded. He only needed to output ether... and he could create everything he wanted out of thin air.

Spiritual essence·Creator!

Of course, this spiritual essence is limited by Flamel's thinking and personality, and is still a long way from true omnipotence. There are some things that he still needs to create through the normal alchemical process, but such things are rare for Flamel, which also means that such things... are so precious.

For Flamel, creation has become an instinct, a trivial matter that can be accomplished with a wave of the hand. He will only refine things step by step if they are extremely difficult, extremely precious, or... very meaningful to him.

Flamel watched quietly as he easily blocked the core of the abyss of destruction bit by bit, and his brows suddenly raised.

"We can't leave those girls hanging around in the dark, can we, Arthur?"

He turned to look at Anser, and a smile appeared in his almost identical sea-blue eyes:

"You have to be in the light with them and complete this journey."

"So……"

Flamel waved his hand leisurely: "Let's have some light first."

Thus, the god who had reached the pinnacle in the field of creation, in the midst of endless destruction and darkness, created light for his son and the people he cared about.

*

The return journey was much more lively than the journey there. The five leaders, who had different personalities but were all more or less approachable, chatted casually, and Flamel never restricted their laxity.

Flamel, who was tossing a dark ball of light in his hand, said to the three young men behind him: "How do you feel about this short trip?"

Anser did not speak. Xitana, whose knowledge was touching, scratched her head, not knowing how to answer for a moment. In the end, Helen spoke first to avoid embarrassment:

“I have gained more knowledge and have come to realize… how vast the world really is.”

"Haha, do you think we are insignificant because you think we are just one of the endless worlds?"

The only four spirits laughed heartily: "That's not necessary. Our world is the core of this vast world. There is no doubt about that."

"Even if... the Zero Point Maze is infinite?"

"The Zero Point World has never been infinite. It is just in a cycle of birth and death. As for why I am so sure that our world is the core, you can understand it as... well, the perception of the Old Deus."

Flamel generously explained to Helen the secrets that most people in this world would never be able to hear in their entire lives.

The petite scholar nodded thoughtfully and said respectfully, "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Flamel."

"You didn't talk to me about the forging just now... You are very pragmatic, little Helen."

Flamel nodded with a smile: "I admire practical girls like you."

Then, he turned his head and looked at Xitana, who was a little timid, half hiding behind Anser, hesitating and not knowing what to say: "So, little Xitana, what about you?"

"My……"

Miss Wolf looked away awkwardly: "I... I actually wanted to go up and fight with the thing that was controlled by you, Mr. Flamel. Does that count as an impression?"

Flamel was stunned for a moment, then laughed even louder:

"How can this not be counted! The courage to fight and kill... is your greatest value as the leader of the Aseki. You should be proud of it, little Hitana."

This certainly made Xitana very happy, but she was no longer the fool who could only gnaw around like a wild boar. The girl tried her best to restrain her joy and said carefully: "But...if you mess with people you can't afford to offend, it will cause trouble for Anser."

"No one is perfect from the beginning. You will always grow, little Sitana."

Flamel looked at Anser with a smile: "Even Arthur was not like this since he was a child-"

His words suddenly stopped, and the contract leaders who were chatting not far away all turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

Helen and Hitana also quickly realized that something was wrong. This man who was always polite, elegant and calm was now staring at Ansher in a daze. He was inexplicably caught up in a certain emotion because of what he said.

How could a divine being not even have this kind of self-control?

"..."

Helen silently took in Flamel's strange behavior. She tried hard to connect the existing information, but could not come to any useful conclusion.

My father's strangeness... Mr. Flamel's strangeness, what is the connection between the two?

"Oh, yes, there's something I forgot to tell you, Arthur."

Flamel came back to his senses and smiled. He looked calm as if nothing had happened.

"For the next period of time, I will stay on the Notong and make the things I need. After spending so much time and energy, I have finally collected all the necessary materials. I don't want to waste any more time."

"I see, father." Anser nodded gently, "I understand."

"Um……"

Flamel rubbed his chin: "Aren't you curious about what I'm going to do?"

"My father always has his own considerations. My opinions are not superfluous in the process of creation. You just need to do what you want to do."

This perfect and considerate statement is hard to avoid, but it also gives people a feeling of... an indescribable alienation.

Flamel was silent again. He involuntarily turned his eyes away from Anser. After a while, he smiled again:

"I'm also going to take your mother there. You won't be able to see her for a while. When you get back, say hello to her."

"……I see."

This low-pressure atmosphere, from which anyone could see the problem, made everyone except the two parties involved fall silent. Sitana looked anxious, and Helen lowered her eyes slightly. They were all thinking from their own perspectives about what had happened and what they should do. In their eyes, there was only Anther's figure.

There was only that calm face that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Hydra and his party quickly crossed the passage between the two worlds and returned to their original world. It was still the same high peak and the same howling hurricane, but Flamel just waved his cane and they were instantly back in Hydra's luxurious manor in the imperial capital.

The leaders looked at each other at first, and then tacitly found reasons to disperse. However, Helen and Hitana didn't know what to say for a moment, and could only stand there in silence, at a loss.

In the end, it was Anser who spoke first, easing the awkward situation:

"Then I will go see mother first, father."

"Go ahead, I won't rush you." Flamel waved his hand with a smile, "Don't think she's too annoying, she's at that age too."

Anser did not respond, but walked towards the stairs. When his figure disappeared from sight, Flamel turned around and looked at the two girls in front of him.

"Little Xitana, little Helen, I have something to tell you."

In the spacious and magnificent lobby, the modern Hydra stared at the two girls in front of him, one of whom had become his son's concubine, and the other was about to become his concubine.

"About Arthur." He stroked his cane and spoke softly, "You should know him better than I do."

"Ah, no, that's not the case." Xitana was a little terrified. "Mr. Flamel must know Anser better than us. After all, you are his--"

"It may only take one day for a person to undergo a profound change, little Sitana."

Flamel shook his head: "But Anser and I have been apart for six years."

"He is now a respected talent, my most perfect successor, and a... remarkable person."

Flamel said this, and walked step by step to a sofa in the hall and sat down. He leaned on his cane with both hands and lowered his eyes:

"Arthur is no longer the child I thought he was. He has gone through a lot of things that I have no chance to experience. How can I still claim to know him?"

“As a father, you always have to be aware of that.”

The man sighed, seeming to be relieved and ashamed:

"He grew up in the blink of an eye."

Both Hitana and Helen were tense. They knew that Flamel was going to say something very important next, perhaps... something that could help Anser.

"But this process is too cruel and too... ruthless for Anser."

A hint of uncontrolled frenzy flashed across the eyes of the mature Hydra, and his hand holding the cane began to tremble gradually, but it was quickly suppressed after a few deep breaths.

He looked at Xitana and Helen, his expression more serious than ever before:

"Girls, I'm not a good father."

"His childhood and youth...he endured suffering that no child of Hydra should have to endure. I don't want him to, and I won't allow him to, have to endure such pain again in his future life."

"Therefore, I will clear all obstacles and threats for him. And from now on..."

Flamel stood up and said with a bright smile: "From now on, he will be handed over to you and the other contract leaders."

"Qishou is Hydra's brother and an extension of Hydra's life. Compared to me... you can definitely give Anser the happiness he wants."

Hitana's face flushed with encouragement from Flamel's words. She waved her fist vigorously and said seriously:

"I will, Mr. Flamel! No matter what happens in the future, no matter what problems Anser has to face... I will definitely stay by his side and will never leave!"

Flamel nodded with satisfaction at the girl's simple and pure belief, then he looked at Hela, waiting for her answer.

"...Mr. Flamel."

But surprisingly, Helen did not express her opinion, but seriously asked Flamel a... very outrageous question.

"Clearing all obstacles for my father... I can understand that you are very likely to choose to... exchange the emperor in the near future, right?"

There was silence in the hall with only three people.

Xitana looked at Helen in disbelief, and Flamel asked gently after a brief silence: "So, what if I say yes?"

"I...from my perspective, I support your decision."

The emperor is the only possible threat to Anther. If this threat is eliminated, then Anther will gain true and complete freedom. He will not have to rack his brains to think of weapons that can kill gods, and Anther will be able to regain the ideals that he was forced to abandon.

but……

An idea came into Helen's mind.

But is this really what my father wants?

She recalled Ansel's expression when he stared at Flamel, and recalled everything that had just happened. She couldn't help but ask herself again - was it really what her father wanted to watch Mr. Flamel die with the emperor?

Is a doomsday war that could overturn a continent really what my father wants?

"But... from a father's perspective."

Helen stared into Flamel's eyes and said seriously, "Although you may think I am being self-righteous, I think... my father would not want you to do such a thing."

"If you don't do this." Flamel looked at Helen with interest, "How are you going to solve Anser's current dangerous situation?"

——The two divine species both have not much time left. All the fifth-level gods are waiting for the contemporary gods to fight and die, and then join forces to strangle the divine seed heirs who have not yet inherited the power, thus severing the divine inheritance.

On this basis, the emperor might have been eyeing Anther, and Ivora regarded Anther as a great enemy and they were incompatible.

In this situation, what should we do to solve Anser's problem?

Helen couldn't think of anything. She could only respond feebly: "There will always be a way."

"'There is always a way', in some people's mouths, is a weak escape, but in others' mouths... it is perseverance."

Flamel smiled and said, "I believe you are the latter, little Helen. I recognize your belief, but..."

"But why would I really go toe to toe with that guy Effisand?"

The man laughed out loud: "Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen. Don't worry about it. It is my duty to help my child solve the problems that he cannot solve."

He responded loudly, with a confident and high-spirited look on his handsome face, without any sign of him falling into the abyss or becoming insane.

Flamel always showed such clarity when it came to Anser:

"That's what a father does, isn't it?"

On the other side, Anser came to the flower room on the fourth floor. His mother, Enelisa, was sitting in the middle of a cluster of flowers, carefully fiddling with the bouquet. The moment Anser stepped into the flower room, she immediately turned around and said with great surprise:

"Arthur, how did you find time to come... Ugh!"