The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Chapter 7: Family, Transaction, Story (K)

Aether and the elements are omnipotent, but even though they are extraordinary, they cannot truly transcend life and death.

If the four gods were not eroded by the world's information, their lifespan might be tens of thousands of years. However, if they did not absorb the huge torrent of information and gain power by understanding the essence of the world, they might not be able to have such a long lifespan.

The end is inevitable. It may be delayed, but it will come eventually.

There were many public cemeteries in the imperial capital. As the most prosperous capital of the empire, it was always possible to leave the deceased with a final respect. However, the people lying in this cemetery with messy and even crooked and broken tombstones should not be the alchemy masters who were once famous in the imperial capital.

The road to the cemetery has not been repaired for a long time, and a heavy rain can suddenly turn it into mud. Who would have thought that under such a messy land, there is a madman buried who wanted to change the world, and in the original world, to some extent... he really changed the world.

Helen placed her hand on the square corners of the tombstone. Unlike many other damaged, dirty, and moss-covered tombstones in the cemetery, this tombstone was so clean and tidy that it should not appear in such a cemetery.

Ansel looked at Helen, a woman whose determination was so strong that she could even kill her past self, and said nothing after accompanying her here.

Ansel had a rough idea of ​​how Helen saw Erion now. In his opinion, his "daughter" came here probably to make a... final conclusion.

From the Tower of Babel, to Minfröhler, and then to Erion.

After cutting off everything that needed to be cut off, she was just Helen and no one else.

Helen silently placed her hand on the tombstone, and Ansel silently stroked her head.

The reason why he initially used that method to tame Ming Fuluo was closely related to the twisted upbringing of this genius lady.

According to Anser's original plan, he just needed to find a suitable opportunity to reveal the truth about Ming Fuluo's life, then... betrayed and abandoned by everything in her life, she would be left alone.

The specific situation is actually very different from the current situation, but Ming Furo will not be harmed too much in the process, and she will always be Ming Furo.

But perhaps because of the reluctance in his heart, or perhaps because of the genuine feelings he had invested, Ansel never found the right time, or rather... before he found the right time, he recognized Ming Furo's true nature: nothing but ideals.

Even I couldn't change her - that was the truth in Anser's eyes.

So Anser had no choice but to create a "Ming Furo" that met his expectations.

"Father."

The perfect "Ming Fuluo" that Anser had been expecting whispered, "Are the God-like beings omnipotent?"

"That depends on how you define omnipotence."

"Can coming back to life be considered omnipotent?"

At this moment, Ansher's expression froze.

His sea-blue eyes froze for a moment, then were surrounded by a deep and unstable black color at the edges, making them look particularly hideous and terrifying.

Helen seemed to be unaware of this and whispered softly, "If possible, I want to... ask Grandpa."

"I want to ask him, is he satisfied with me now?"

Hearing this, the malice in Ansel's eyes, which was hard to detect unless he made eye contact, slowly dissipated. He gently stroked Helen, and his extremely gentle voice was completely devoid of the great terror that he had just revealed.

"In theory, the Soul Deus can indeed bring the dead back to life. If it's someone who died within a short period of time, there's basically no problem. But for those who have been dead for a long time, or who died...very thoroughly, the so-called 'resurrection', even for the Soul Deus, has many restrictions."

"And if he does come back to life, he probably won't be disappointed."

...Is Helen trying to know something? What is she trying to test?

The thought was complicated, but it was just a thought for Anser. He said to Helen in a gentle voice: "If I knew that you could finally realize that future, then Erion would be relieved no matter what."

"...Yes." Helen lowered her head slightly, "Grandpa is that kind of person."

The petite warlock shifted slightly and buried his head in Anther's chest.

"Father, would you hate me if I were to be upset about this?"

Anser was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Why? Because Helen, are you still thinking about the past? No... Of course I won't. This is your self-standard and the proof of your existence."

If Helen could separate from her grandfather, who was the most important person to her, without any emotion... then her situation was not far from Yura's madness, or even worse. After all, Yura's madness was affected by his own ability, and if Helen really fell to that point, it was completely from her heart.

Anser doesn't need that kind of person, the kind of poor person who is useless and no longer valuable.

Young Hydra put his arm around his daughter's waist and patted her shoulder gently:

"After all, he is the most important person in your life."

"Father... do you think what Grandpa did was right?"

Helen's low voice came from Ansel's arms.

"He didn't sacrifice anyone except me and my father... Why did he sacrifice his own family?"

"..."

After a brief silence, a sigh came from above Helen's head.

"He failed to find someone who had enough potential in his eyes, so he could only hope that his offspring would have stronger talents."

"Perhaps, he didn't just want to sacrifice his relatives, but simply couldn't find... a more suitable candidate."

"And I'm the right person?"

"And Helen was the right person."

This sigh told Helen a more cruel but also very reasonable reality.

——That is, during the decades that Erion pursued his fantasy, he never really set his eyes on anyone to inherit everything he had, until Ming Furo appeared.

But strangely, after hearing this, Helen didn't seem to be very...sad.

She whispered in Anser's arms: "If that's the case... then it's actually much better."

"why?"

"Because Grandpa just wants to find someone worth using."

Helen raised her head and stared into Anser's eyes. Her dull purple pupils expressed a few but very solid emotions:

"Rather than...deliberately taking advantage of relatives."

Deliberately taking advantage of relatives.

Putting aside those poor people who grew up in twisted families, in this world... perhaps only the cruelest guys can do such a thing.

And if these people were not cruel enough, it would be hard to imagine... what kind of great suffering could force them to do such a thing.

But in response to Helen's words, Ansel did not express any opinion at the first time. He just stared at his fingertips. After a long time, he suddenly laughed.

"Yeah, that's something to be thankful for."

The "father and daughter" hugging each other in front of the tombstone felt each other's heartbeats, and no one said anything.

Ansel could feel the tenderness and dependence through the warm and powerful beating of Helen's heart.

He subconsciously hugged the petite woman in his arms tightly, because he realized so clearly that he was indeed her...the only one in her life.

Any part that once belonged to Ming Furo was stripped away by her one by one. The figure who used to be the tallest, most majestic, and most glorious in her mind was eventually replaced by Ansher.

At this point, the existence named Helen has finally, in the true sense...completely completed her rebirth.

After the hug, Ansel held Helen's hand. He could feel that small, soft hand holding him tighter than usual.

"Let's go." The young Hydra's expression softened. He couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. Who wouldn't feel soft-hearted towards a girl who was willing to "sacrifice" to this extent for him?

"Let's go home."

"Okay, Father."

Just as the two were about to leave, a beam of fire exploded in front of them.

"Lord Anser."

The fire formed a fireman, who bowed his head and saluted Anser: "Your Majesty, I ask you to go to Anticheg."

"In your opinion, Her Highness Ivora said some... very irresponsible and rude words, so your Majesty believes... that she has a responsibility to clarify some things with you."

The tender little white hand held in Anther's hand gradually gained strength. The state of forbearance and restraint, yet ready to strike at any time, made Anther happy and satisfied - even when facing the supreme god species, she would not show any fear, and would wipe out all enemies of Hydra. In this regard alone, Helen had obviously reached the highest standard.

And Anser just smiled and shook Helen's hand, and responded calmly: "Then, please lead the way."

"The carriage is ready for you." The Fire Man said respectfully, "Please go ahead."

The young Hydra looked up at the sky, and with the Qishou who had not yet become the Qishou, accepted this invitation which concealed an unknown crisis.

*

When the fire man brought Anser to the only palace of all the emperors, he stopped Helen and said to Anser:

"Please come in, Lord Anser. His Majesty has been waiting for you for some time."

Anser was not brought here directly by any means of teleportation, but was brought here by a carriage. Our Emperor seemed to give Anser enough respect and also gave him enough time to think and prepare.

Anser, who showed no signs of uneasiness from beginning to end, smiled and pushed open the huge and heavy palace door without any hesitation.

Until the last moment, he could feel Helen's gaze, always imprinted on his face.

The palace door slowly closed with a heavy friction sound, and what Ansel saw was a... completely different Anticheg.

He had never been here before, but he knew this place through his game memories. As the supreme palace of successive emperors, although the decorations inside were extremely luxurious, it was actually...very empty.

Apart from the towering pillars, the only thing left was the blazing, eternally burning flame in the center of the palace.

But now, in front of the source flame, there was a huge bed with curtains, and on the long table in front of the bed were placed a wide variety of food and drinks, and on the bed... a slender and graceful figure with enchanting curves was looming behind the semi-transparent curtains.

"coming?"

A lazy female voice came from behind the curtain, but it was totally different from the old, hoarse voice that the Emperor used to speak.

Instead, it carries the most bewitching rustling sound of a mature woman, like a ripe peach, captivating and charming enough to drip with water.

It is no exaggeration to say that ordinary men may react even if they hear this kind of sound.

"Your Majesty seldom comes to see me in person."

But Anser, under that blood-pumping slender figure and charming voice, just smiled gently: "It seems to be a very important matter."

"Haha...of course it's important."

A piece of snow-white and slender calf with a jade-like luster visible to the naked eye peeked out from the curtain. The bright red toenail polish made her snow-white feet look like a blooming lotus. The uncovered long legs were just stepping on the ground, and the figure behind the curtain also changed its movements and posture.

She was sitting sideways on the bed at the moment, and her figure revealed through the curtain outlined her round peach-shaped breasts and gravity-defying peaks, which formed a very distinct visual impact with her slender waist that seemed like it would break if bent.

"My daughter, you want to use me to harm your people, and you also want to say something bad about me."

The woman behind the curtain pulled her hair up and sighed helplessly:

"She really treated me as an old fool with no brains at all."

"You are too kind, Your Majesty."

Anser stood at the door all the time, keeping his distance, bowed slightly and said: "Your Highness Ivora, she is your daughter after all."

"Because she is my daughter."

As His Majesty said this, he stretched out his other leg from the curtain, and generously showed the open gap between his legs when they were casually crossed to Anser.

"That's why she's so crazy... that she'd do anything to achieve her goals, right?"

Young Hydra just smiled: "To me, your Highness' words are naturally just nonsense. You have no reason to break with me and my father, because you are a wise and rational Majesty."

“Hehehe…hahahahahahaha!”

A woman's hearty and joyful laughter could be heard from behind the curtain, but the implied uncontrollable madness made it seem that she was not at all as "clear-headed" as she had just said.

"You know what I like most about you, Anser?"

Effisand retracted her legs and lay on her side on the bed. She held her chin with one hand, and the curves of her body were so graceful.

"I like your... coldness."

She sighed tremblingly, letting out an undisguised moan of comfort: "It makes me want to burn your coldness."

"No matter when, no matter where, no matter who or what situation he faces, he can use such a gentle, generous, decent and calm attitude to carry out cruel and conspiratorial things."

"Just like you can now say, 'I am wise,' completely from the bottom of your heart without any hindrance."

After his disguise was exposed, Ansher just smiled and remained silent, without making any statement.

"come on."