The villain's way to tame the protagonist

As for the other one, as for Helen, we have to go back to the previous topic - is Helen now... loyal enough?

No, that's not enough. Because she is also Ming Fuluo, she also has... the characteristics that Ming Fuluo has at this moment.

Perhaps one day, driven by fate, she will awaken and become the current Ming Fuluo.

Therefore, Anser had to be as cruel as Erion, just as...absolute.

——Only Helen, who is so self-destructive that she can kill her past self, and only Helen, who is so depraved that she can kill herself who said these words, is... a daughter who will never betray herself and is absolutely trustworthy.

In this case, if Ming Fuluo survived, then Anser would have a strong enough "partner". Although she hated Anser, she was absolutely controlled by Anser in every aspect. At the same time, after witnessing all this, she also knew that only Anser was the one who could help her the most, and this would not change no matter what happened.

Ming Fuluo is now even further away from becoming the leader of a clan, but it doesn’t matter. This is Anser’s last chance for his former friend, the last... fulfillment.

From then on, it was completely over. Not only that, once Ming Fuluo, who recognized the reality, became his temporary partner, he would have plenty of time to tame Ming Fuluo into what he wanted.

And if Helen survived, then there is no doubt that she would become a follower more loyal to him than Shitana, a daughter who would never betray him. In terms of talent or ability, she is no different from Mingfro. The only difference is... she is no longer a hero, nor is she Mingfro Zeger, but Helen, Helen who was born only for Ansher.

No matter what the final outcome is, for Anser, there is only good, no bad. It’s just that... he will always lose something in the end.

So, on that night, Anser said to Xitana -

From the very beginning, he was invincible.

Chapter 7: The End of Three Years, Part (K)

The dark color of the sky spread from afar to here. The two people on the rooftop, one standing by the railing and the other leaning on the entrance door, stared at the gray at the same time.

"Aluo, the color of the sky right now is somewhat similar to the color of your hair."

Anser, who was lying on the railing, turned around and looked at Ming Fuluo, who was in a daze, with a smile: "Beautiful blue-gray."

"..." Ming Fuluo subconsciously touched her long hair tied into a high ponytail and said softly, "You seem to like long hair very much."

"Really?" Ansel tilted his head.

"When I sleep," the petite warlock lady said nonchalantly, "you occasionally bury your face in my hair."

Young Hydra laughed dumbly: "Don't make me sound like a child."

Ming Fuluo frowned and emphasized: "You are a child. And this kind of behavior... is not what a child would do."

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, she continued to look up at the increasingly gloomy sky.

Ming Furo actually wanted to ask Ansel if he had...that kind of feelings for her, but she felt that it was a bit self-indulgent, and secondly, she felt that there was no need to consider that kind of thing between them.

The things that connect people are never limited to those kinds of emotions. Ming Furo feels that she and Ansel call each other friends, but as they move towards a common goal, they are connected by a closer, firmer and unbreakable bond.

Friends, companions, and even, um... lovers, are just external titles, and they are of no importance.

When she thought of this, Ming Furo couldn't help but feel a little ashamed for the anxiety, boredom and uneasiness she had felt in the past few days because of Ansel's "joke".

She had no reason to doubt Ansher, a man whose thoughts and actions showed hope for a new world.

A man who could create all kinds of alchemical instruments and props that benefited the people, conceived a data system to break through the barriers of knowledge, and even helped her create a universal ether furnace... How could the light flashing in his eyes when he talked to her be fake?

Anser, more than anyone else, must want to change this stagnant world.

Thinking of this, Ming Fuluo felt more at ease. She looked at the boy who was lying on the railing and looking up at the sky. Her eyes contained a tenderness that she had never shown to anyone before.

How could there be anything in this world that could make Anser give up something he cherishes so much?

If Anser really...really did that, it means he must need—

"A Luo."

The young Hydra turned his head, leaning on his cane, and looked at Ming Fuluo tenderly.

A drop of rain shattered on the floor tiles of the rooftop. Ming Fuluo stretched out her hand, felt the cold touch of the raindrops, and spoke first:

"It's going to rain. If you have anything to say, let's go back and talk about it."

"No, Luo. This question will determine where you and I will go."

"..." Seeing the warmth on Ansher's face gradually disappearing, Ming Furo frowned slightly.

"Are you going to... tease me again?" She asked, her expression gradually becoming helpless. "Isn't it enough that you made me lose control just now? If I really want to say something inexplicable, come over here and talk. The rain is going to get heavier."

The sky was darkening rapidly, and the rumbling thunder in the inky black sky indicated that a rainstorm was about to come.

"A Luo, it's still the same question."

But Ansher remained indifferent. He stood on the edge of the rooftop. Although he looked young, he stood tall and straight, like the ruler who summoned and enslaved the thunderclouds and rainstorms. The darkness that swallowed the blue sky was clearly floating above his head, but it also seemed to be crawling at his feet.

In the increasingly dense rain, young Hydra asked:

"Between my ideal and yours, which one will you choose?"

boom--!

The incandescent lightning illuminated the faces of the two people for an instant, but the roar of thunder failed to drown out Ansel's voice. Ming Furo heard this ridiculous question very clearly.

"Don't repeat a joke you've already used a second time."

Ming Fuluo tilted her head slightly: "Why do you think this will work?"

But Ansher just looked at her quietly, with neither the playfulness that he showed when playing a prank on someone, nor his usual gentle and affectionate smile.

The rain was getting heavier, forming a curtain that enveloped the boy under the dark clouds. His figure became blurry and unreal in Ming Furo's eyes. Only those sea-blue eyes seemed so real to Ming Furo.

He was serious - Ming Fuluo thought so.

She could read Anser's thoughts just by looking at each other. She knew Anser so well that it would not be difficult to see through his lies as long as the conditions were right.

The friend standing in the cold rain was waiting for her answer.

“Why should I make a choice?”

After a long while, Ming Fuluo looked directly into those eyes and answered: "Why should I make such a meaningless choice? Is there any contradiction between you and it?"

"contradiction……"

Ansher murmured these two words, then burst into laughter.

The laughter with a boyish voice pierced through the rain, and the deep resentment and hatred that even thunder could not cover up clearly reached Ming Furo's ears.

What is destiny going to do?

After Anser discovered everything about this world from the vast decades of memory of his time traveler friend, he hardly thought about this question, because on that day, he suffered the greatest suffering in his life.

Anger, fear, despair... countless negative emotions entangled him for a long time. Just getting rid of them took Anser too much energy, not to mention that what he thought about later was simply to change the miserable ending he was about to face. How could he have the energy to think about what fate really wanted?

Ming Furo's unintentional words inadvertently allowed Ansel to find the answer.

A... simple answer.

Fate chooses heroes who are born extraordinary, casts its favored eyes on them, and makes the world revolve around them.

He makes the rebellious suffer so that they can know themselves, and makes the nihilistic travel the world so that they can understand the truth... He plucks the invisible silk threads and shapes the heroes into what He wants them to be.

——No, it’s what the world expects.

This is what the new world needs...

Fate wants to destroy this deformed empire, eliminate this distorted society, and build a new country and a new world through four heroes.

The Overlord, the Wise Man, the Enlightened One, the Benevolent One... He would use those four heroes as a basis to overturn everything and start all over again.

There is no doubt that this is what fate wants.

This is actually a very simple answer. You only need to look at the great achievements these four heroes finally created to understand the simple answer - because the careers achieved by the heroes are the reality transformed by the script written by fate, and their endings are the destination reached by the eyes of fate.

While getting along with Ming Furo, Anser gradually had the energy to think about other problems, and it was this friend's sigh of great relief that awakened him.

[Our meeting was simply destiny]

It's fate...

Yes, destiny wants to create a new country, a new world, so...am I not a better candidate than those four heroes?

Possessing knowledge and thinking concepts from another world, and feeling disgusted with the decadent and rigid empire, its system, thoughts, and concepts... I can hardly tolerate all the backwardness of this society. Before gaining memories of this world, I have a burning ambition to change the empire. Am I not the most suitable person?

If I can change the world, then what does it matter if I defeat the four heroes? If I can do better than those four heroes, then how can fate not accept the fact that they will look favorably upon me?

But fate can accept it, and is completely happy to accept it, but Ansel will not accept it, and will never accept it.

In the increasingly heavy rain, Anser said to his friend:

"There is no contradiction between me and it, Luo."

"That's a dead end."

His voice was colder than the rain splashing on Ming Fuluo, and more violent than the roaring thunder.

The young monster, who had been struggling in despair for several years, confessed to his friend the rage and hatred that had melted into his bones and blood and engraved into his soul:

"There can only be one between me and that so-called new world!"

He is Ansir Hydra, the Ansir Hydra whose life was manipulated; the Ansir Hydra who witnessed his own tragic future; the Ansir Hydra who watched his father rapidly fall into the abyss in despair and became increasingly insane; and... the Ansir Hydra who watched his mother die in his arms.

He would never tolerate any of his actions being compliant with the will of fate; he would never allow himself to fulfill His purposes under His favor and grace like a flattering house dog.

He would never... would never allow the vision expected by fate to be realized, no matter how much he hated this deformed empire, no matter how much he disdained the ridiculous codes among the nobles, even though he had... fantasized about that beautiful scene and worked hard for it day and night.

At that moment, Ansel woke up. From that day on, what he had to consider was no longer just prolonging his life and changing the ending, but truly... challenging the damn fate that destroyed his life and tried to use him!

——Whatever fate wants, I will destroy.

If fate wants to destroy this deformed, corrupt, twisted, chaotic, and evil empire, and create a new world of progress, justice, light, order, and goodness, and free this world from a thousand years of stagnation—

Then I... must make this empire stand tall again for thousands and tens of thousands of years in its heyday, even if it means plunging this world into a hell of death and silence that lasts for thousands and tens of thousands of years!

Ming Fuluo, who was also in the rain waterfall, had her fingertips trembling slightly.

She looked at her friend's face blurred by the rain. Even though it was unclear, Ming Furo could see the extreme distortion and that... insane hideousness.

Anser...why is this happening?

This fierce mental shock made it impossible for Ming Fuluo to feel any panic or fear at this moment. All she felt was... confusion.

Incomprehensible confusion.

——No one can understand why your closest friend, your most tacit companion, the one with whom you have talked and imagined your future countless times, now expresses such crazy hatred for your ideals.

"so--"

Anser smiled again, as if the hatred and madness just now had never existed: "Answer me, Luo, as my friend, which one do you choose?"

He just looked at Ming Fuluo, watching his friend lying silent in the heavy rain, watching her face grow paler and paler, her breathing grow more and more rapid, like a poor person about to drown in the rain.

"……reason."

After an unknown amount of time, Ming Fuluo, who had been keeping her head down, slowly raised her eyes.

There was no hysterical argument, shouting "Why!"; there was no ridiculous self-deception, saying "You are still lying to me, aren't you?"

She just used her hoarse voice, so quietly, so coldly, so numbly... to seek reasons.

“The reason…ah.”

reason……

Ansher stared at Ming Furo's purple eyes that were shaking in the rain, his lips trembling slightly.

He had ten thousand ways to make Ming Furo believe his words and believe in the existence of fate. He felt... if he wanted Ming Furo to make a choice, he had to at least give her a reason.

Only by making Ming Fuluo truly realize her own difficulties can she stop me from being a betrayer. Otherwise, in her eyes, I would be seen as a betrayer.

But when Ansher was about to tell Ming Fuluo the biggest secret in the world, all the words were choked in his throat.

A shocking thought, like lightning, struck the mind of the thirteen-year-old Hydra.

Ah Luo...will she choose to understand my difficulties?

Or... just follow fate?

If one wants to use this method to gain the other person's trust, then he must be a person who has experienced endless suffering under the design of fate, a person who would not have experienced so much despair, but fell into endless despair because of the needs of fate.

But if Mingflora Zeger, this genius with such extraordinary intelligence and thinking, this paranoid idealist, knew the existence of fate, would she really... rise up in resistance?

No…she wouldn’t, because what destiny wants to achieve is what she is chasing after.

Not only will she not resist, but she will be ecstatic because the situation she has been expecting has become "destined".

The price of achieving this ideal is to sacrifice the Tower of Babel? No, Ming Fuluo, who knows the details, can deduce what the purpose of fate is. She can make more detailed arrangements and even avoid the collapse of the Tower of Babel, just like... what she is doing.

In the rainstorm, the thirteen-year-old boy who was in a trance suddenly understood one thing after being struck by a thunderous thought.