The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Although the extraordinary people who have fallen into the abyss are not bound by the various complex requirements of the road to heaven, the requirements for their qualifications are more stringent.

As a truly "orthodox" extraordinary person, through direct contact between the soul and the abyss, one can absorb the worldly knowledge and power from the infinite information of the origin of the world. If one does not have an innate strong soul, one will be like the white paper soaked in water, as Ansor demonstrated when he explained heaven and the abyss to Hitana. One will be eroded by the torrent of information from the abyss, go mad, and then be destroyed.

Qualifications, talents, resources... these things completely separate the extraordinary from the ordinary people, and there is no possibility of any communication between them.

Mortals who are unable to drive ether are completely unable to use alchemical instruments that use ether as their basic energy. Therefore, the so-called universalization of the extraordinary is a dead end with no way out.

But Erion struggled in endless difficulties for decades, and this former master of alchemy finally found the path that should not have existed in his twilight years.

Helen looked at the materials on the table and breathed slowly.

Obviously, both Ming Fuluo and Ansir had already prepared for the end of this gamble.

Countless calculations, countless deductions, countless failures, countless times of starting over... All the materials needed to achieve the most extreme possibility Helen can currently reach are here.

She tightly grasped the alchemical chisel in her hand and began what might be the last creation in her life.

The key to Erion's seeing that path clearly was that he realized one thing.

If you want the mortal to control the extraordinary...why bother controlling the extraordinary itself?

This is the route that Babel Tower is currently taking, which is to create instruments that can be used without driving the ether. However, this limits the possibilities to a very narrow range, and Erion's original intention was never limited to this.

Ether is the blood of the extraordinary. It can ignite fire, call for wind and rain, summon thunder, and nourish the earth... In the hands of the extraordinary, it can do anything and can be transformed into anything... energy.

Therefore, as long as we create an alchemical device that can transform the process of "supernatural beings manipulating ether" into an internal process, and can automatically convert ether into any required energy...

Then mortals will not need to drive ether, but can control the extraordinary and enjoy the infinite possibilities brought by the extraordinary!

Why is it that even though the extraordinary people are almost omnipotent, the world is still so backward and barren?

They can easily build towers that reach the sky, but there are dilapidated houses everywhere; they can travel across space and even to other worlds, but horse-drawn carriages are already the best way to travel; they can raise livestock whose flesh and blood can strengthen their bodies, but there are still countless people who eat the cheapest rice bran and wheat bran.

Because the transcendental infinity and the omnipotence of ether have never flowed into the real human world.

And if ether is used as a medium to output an absolutely adaptive energy, all the devices developed on this basis will no longer be directly restricted by ether. The entire industrial system that is born from this and the entire society built on this industrial system will have the infinity represented by ether and move towards the brightest and most brilliant future.

This is the Universal Ether Furnace, a creation that is powerful enough to completely subvert the entire empire, the entire world...!

The alchemy workshop began to operate, the forge was burning, the steel was colliding and hissing, and the omnipresent ether, driven by the two talented sorcerers, flowed and shaped in the ways they desired.

This is an extremely long process. The creation that Erion has been pursuing for decades cannot be achieved so easily. The final outcome of this gamble is obviously not determined by who can make a true universal ether furnace under such circumstances, but whose result is closer to the perfect creation that none of them have ever touched.

"How far can you go?"

Helen, who should have been concentrating on creation, suddenly spoke.

"..."

Compared to Helen who was still using the alchemical chisel, Ming Furo, who was controlling Nidhogg, was more than ten times faster than her and obviously had more energy to spare, but she did not answer Helen's question.

"No matter how far you can go, there is no chance that you can complete the true Seventh Form."

Helen muttered to herself as she steadily and forcefully engraved an extremely complex etheric circuit on the alchemical material.

"—even if you have been sitting on Hydra's secret collection of books for three full years."

"how about you?"

Ming Fuluo asked coldly, "How much completion do you have, and what realm can you reach?"

"I can't do it either, but the difference between you and me is..."

The carving knife in Helen's hand paused slightly. She tilted her head to look at Ming Fuluo, her dull eyes filled with disgust for "herself".

"I have recognized and accepted this."

She continued with her work, saying:

"I have acknowledged and accepted the fact that with my father's company, I was able to continuously improve the Universal Ether Furnace to Model VI in such a short period of time. However, after my father left... for three whole years, I was struggling and made no progress at all."

As Helen said this, her usually cold face softened.

"You're right, Ming Fuluo. Even without those fifteen years of design, my heart still longs to change the world. Even now... I still haven't completely given up on it."

"But this...just means that my father is the most important person in my life."

"He is..." Helen's voice trembled a little due to uncontrollable excitement and joy.

"He is the only one who can lead me to that future..."

Ming Fuluo did not look at Helen. Under her manipulation, Nidhogg either subdivided, disassembled, or processed the materials. In the application of these special alchemical tools, she was obviously several levels higher than Helen.

"I thought...you were going to say something."

Ming Furo, who had been alone for three years, did not change her tone at all and was not shaken by Helen's words at all. After completing the processing of a batch of materials, Nidhogg quickly separated out a large batch and condensed it into a faceless puppet to assist Ming Furo in creating another work line.

"It's much more powerful than I thought..."

Anser, staring at the faceless puppet through the light curtain, raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned forward slightly.

"It seems that some of the structural logic of the mechanical suit has also been mixed in... In the past three years, have you also considered the pursuit of power?"

Anser gave Ming Furo enough freedom. She could read all the books in the underground library at will. Anser had no exact idea of ​​how much Ming Furo had grown in these three years.

Anser also had no idea what she had been thinking about in the past few years. However, looking at her current behavior... it was obvious that there was no difference from three years ago. If there was any difference, it was that Ming Fuluo was probably ten or a hundred times more determined than she was three years ago.

However, although the things she pursued had not changed at all, Ming Furo now obviously had a lot more ideas than the Ming Furo who grew up along the normal trajectory.

If she had not focused on studying mechanical equipment, she would never have been able to use Nidhogg to easily create a puppet that was mixed with the concept of mechanical equipment construction.

Ming Fuluo...If you can defeat Helen, what would you like to do? Arm the Tower of Babel?

Really... you don't trust me at all.

The wariness and indifference shown by his former friends did not make Anser too sad - he had experienced betrayal when given an opportunity.

Rather, it was the coldness, alienation, defensiveness and even...hostility displayed by Ming Fuluo at this moment that was enough to prove how precious Helen's unswerving loyalty was...

Ming Fuluo's almost extreme confrontational intention made Helen seem so close to what Ansel needed, perfect loyalty.

“It is common to see multiple breakthroughs in the early stages of research.”

Ming Furo's calmness in controlling three lines while commanding Nidhogg and the puppet and performing the processing herself already showed some of the demeanor of an alchemist.

"The research on the Seven Types has reached its final stage. It's not that there is no possibility of further progress if I leave him, but that both he and I have reached a bottleneck."

The cold-blooded idealist glanced at her scorned self and said, "You even use this kind of thing to promote how important he is to you. This is enough to show that... you are indeed hopeless. It is foolish of me to have extravagant hopes for you."

During the conversation, a huge platform framework had been built on Ming Fuluo's workbench, but Helen only had a small component in her hand.

This terrifying gap, which is almost in another dimension, makes it impossible to see the possibility of Helen winning.

At the same time, Ming Fuluo also said:

"Since you want to prove to me how important Anser is to you... then I'll make you realize one thing."

She even had the energy to use Nidhogg to create a nine-headed snake suspended in mid-air, and then said indifferently:

"The reason he used to crush your faith is that you and I have never entered this world, so naturally there is no reason for us to have such a strong desire to change the lives of ordinary people."

"I admit this. I admit that, as he said, I am more eager to change the world rather than... to bring them a better life."

"but."

Ming Furo's expression turned cold, and the nine-headed snake created by Nidhogg roared silently.

"You said that everything he told me was not a lie. Then please tell me..."

"Anser Hydra, a divine soul that has been high above everything since birth, a being that truly stands above all living things. Where does his belief in changing the world come from? Where does his passion to free mortals from their shackles come from?"

The nine-headed pitch-black giant snake disintegrated into nothingness, and Ming Fuluo told her other self in a distant and indifferent voice:

"Listen carefully... This is proof that everything he said was a lie - Anser Hydra is even less likely to empathize with the world than you and I are, and even less likely to sincerely hope that the world will change."

"As a spiritual being, he is the heaviest shackle in this world!"

In the alchemy workshop, the only sounds were the machines operating and the furnaces burning.

But in the closed study in the manor, Ansel's loud laughter was heard.

He leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and covered his eyes with his arms, as if he had heard some wonderful words, laughing so wantonly, so happily, so... relieved.

"Yes...you are absolutely right, Ming Fuluo, you are indeed...the smartest."

As the laughter gradually subsided, his arms slowly fell down, and Anser once again stared at the petite warlock in the light curtain with such a determined expression.

As long as the Old Gods still exist, there is no possibility of real change in the world.

Let me give you a simple example - the possibility that Erion had spent his entire life, even at the cost of his descendants, pursuing, that alchemical device called the Universal Aether Furnace...

To Flamel, it was just a toy that he could easily make.

Even if he wanted, he could create a complete, rigorous and industrial system to match it in one day... no, in half a day. In just one week, he could lead the empire to the "bright future" that Erion had been seeking for decades.

At the same time, if the emperor is dissatisfied with this, destroying it... would only take a few days, or even less.

As for what the Dragon King entrenched on the top of the mountain and the Ming Caller lurking in the deep sea can do, they are no worse than these two divine species.

There is nothing wrong with Ming Fuluo's inference, conclusion, and final firm belief.

——As an Old God, Anser cannot truly resonate with the world. Not to mention the world...even the extraordinary people are just stronger ants in his eyes.

Therefore, everything he and I said was really just a lie, which was perfectly consistent with everything he said during that rainstorm.

Such a simple, yet such a seamless inference.

"So this is what you have realized in these three years."

Anser still smiled from time to time, but the way the corners of his mouth occasionally raised up looked more like a kind of... twitch than uncontrollable joy.

He lowered his eyes and murmured, "It does... fit your personality. That's definitely not the personality I want."

There was nothing wrong with Ming Fuluo's thought process. Normally speaking, from her perspective... no, from anyone's perspective, this was the fact.

A god who was truly above all existences cast a teasing look at a foolish and stubborn existence. In order to hold her in his palm, he acted out a touching play with her about friendship, ideals, and the future.

But...only Anser, only looking from his own perspective, could experience only endless...loneliness.

Young Hydra, sitting alone in the study, felt surrounded by endless loneliness.

Even though Sitana pulled him out of the self-enclosed death situation with her desperate love, this feeling of loneliness never disappeared.

Because Hitana is innocent, she always expresses her love innocently. She is so pure, and it is precisely because of this purity that she cannot touch Ansel's complicated heart.

What is Ansir Hydra waiting for, what is he longing for, what is he looking forward to... no one knows.

Maybe someone might know, but now, no one will know.

Now, this loneliness reached its peak when his former friend said, "You are the heaviest shackle in this world."

"You're right, Mingfuluo."

The monster's expression became solemn and cold. Having abandoned all his delusions, he declared indifferently:

"I am this world. I will definitely be the heaviest shackle in this world."

The ten-year-old Ansel Hydra had long since died, along with the hopes for the world that had been awakened in him.

In the alchemy workshop, Ming Furo's impeccable "correct" inference made Helen fall into silence. She was still processing parts delicately, and her expression seemed a little confused.

But soon, her expression calmed down again. It was a kind of silent yet absolute peace and calmness, without any sign of wavering.

"I will trust my father," she said softly.

Ming Fuluo, who had not been shaken before, was stunned by this simple sentence, and her expression even seemed a little unbelievable.

"Even though it was obviously a lie on his part?"

"I will believe in that possibility, no matter how small it is."

Helen lowered her head and processed the materials. Her expression became more and more peaceful, and her movements became more and more steady and focused.

"I don't think that was a lie my father put up. He must have wanted to make a change much earlier."

“Even if the Old Deus are indeed a yoke on the world, even if the Old Deus are the least likely to care about the world’s people.”

Helen raised her head, and her purple eyes beneath the gray glasses, even though lifeless, still stared at her other self without any wavering or retreating look.

"I am also willing to be a father and have 100% trust in something even if there is only a one in ten million chance."

Nidhogg stopped dancing, and the sharp carving knife stopped moving.

There was no difference between the two "Ming Flora Zeg" from soul to appearance, but in terms of thinking... they were completely different. They just stared at each other, and neither of them gave in.

Trust without basis or reason.

This is something Ming Fuluo would never, absolutely not do.