The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Helen is not Ming Fuluo, not Xitana, and not...his mother.

What's more, when that critical node arrives, that is, when Flamel uses all the materials he has collected during this long period of time to complete the final creation of his life, there will no longer be anything in this world that will force Helen to completely sacrifice herself.

Even if there is, Ansher can save her.

"We still have a long way to go, Helen."

Anser held Helen's hand, placed her hand on his chest, and said softly: "Since you already know who my real enemy is, there is no need to rush for that momentary achievement. From now on, just be my strength."

This was the second time that Ansel formally invited Helen to become his bond-owner and sign a contract, but for some reason, she, who had been longing for the ring since three years ago, remained silent and did not respond.

"...No, wait a little longer, father."

Helen and Ansel looked at each other and said, "I have something very important to give you."

Anser raised his eyebrows slightly: "During this period of time?"

"Yes, thanks to you, I have found the way forward."

The petite woman's voice was calm but firm: "I hope that it is the power that can help you...change your destiny."

"That's not that easy." Anser laughed, "Do you want to wait a year or two before choosing the leader?"

"No, it won't take that long."

Helen held Ansel's hand, with no concealment or hesitation in her eyes: "Soon...soon it will be fine, please believe me."

"Is this so..."

Anser nodded in understanding: "Can it be completed within 30 days?"

"That's enough, Father."

Helen agreed to this unknown deadline: "At the same time, I hope you can let me meet with Mr. Flamel."

She looked down at her palms and whispered in a voice of indifference and even hatred:

"She and I must end this once and for all."

Anser obviously saw through something deeper and asked thoughtfully, "At the same time, you also need... the knowledge that Ming Fuluo has accumulated over the past three years, right?"

"Yes, Father."

"That means I have to see my father right away... He should be at a critical moment right now, so he may not--"

For some reason, Anser paused slightly. He actually knew very well what his father was doing now. He had seen that memory too many times.

"Right now, it should not be the official refining stage yet."

Anser stood up, looked up at the ceiling, and said softly: "Okay, I'll take you to see your father, Helen."

Perhaps it was to help Helen and complete her final closure.

Maybe it was just to see his father again.

Before the final scene of this long drama.

Chapter 6: From the Beginning (K)

Notong, the armed alchemical fortress built by Flamel.

Flamel, who is obsessed with creation, is not keen on violence. The existence of Notong is just a deterrent to Emperor Shangyan, a symbol that makes him, who is "not good at fighting", very dangerous.

An ultimate weapon that could annihilate even gods when controlled by him.

If the main guns of the Norton were to bombard the continent in an arc at full power and if the bombardment could be carried out in a line that was completely close to the surface of the continent, then it could plow through the entire continent from east to west with one strike.

Not the entire empire, but the entire continent.

Of course, there is no way to directly blow the continent in two, because this land that could withstand the battles of gods in ancient times is extremely thick and solid. However, it is not difficult to raze the entire continent to the ground with some time, and this is far from the limit of Notong's killing - because this is just a simple main gun bombardment.

When the countless groups of the Notong Fortress equipped with many modes tried their best to operate under Flamel's control, no one knew what kind of destruction it would bring, and no one wanted to know.

If there is any limitation, it is probably that only Flamel can control this destructive weapon. Even if he leaves the Notong to Anther, Anther can only use a few basic functions.

After all, the emperor could burn down the entire empire within three days, and these three days... were the time limit that the current foolish and old emperor could achieve when all the extraordinary people in the empire fought back with all their might.

If Efesandre was still in his prime, and his control over power was still at its peak, to what extent this time could be shortened... no one could tell.

The violence of the Old Gods is so overwhelming that it overwhelms all living beings. But what is even more despairing is that violence is only the most superficial expression of the authority they hold.

The strongest souls who pursue the leap and seek evolution are constantly being eroded by the abyss, and the "abyss"... is just a terrifying name given to them because there is nothing in this world that can resist the original information flood of all things.

He is both a poison that corrodes the soul and drives people crazy, and a secret treasure that leads to infinity and supreme achievement.

Those who can draw supreme power from this endless poison and strengthen themselves are gods.

As long as one can withstand the endless onslaught of the world's information and grasp and master the rules that govern the operation of the world, one will naturally become a god.

It’s as if Hydra’s ancestors could easily engrave “Hydra’s secrets cannot be pried into” into the rules of the world, as constant as the rising and setting of the sun and the moon.

That is undoubtedly fascinating, absolute power, the real supreme power that is above all living beings and things, and cannot be defied.

But the price is obvious.

The moment Helen stepped onto the Notong, she felt the chill surrounding this alchemical fortress.

The chaos, distortion, and madness that almost became material, to the point where even the air seemed to become sticky.

The darkness of the abyss comes from the mixture of everything. When all colors are integrated into one, only black remains. Therefore, this does not mean that the abyss symbolizes evil. Rather than evil, it is better to say that... there is no liberation.

Once stuck, the only way to gain meaningless freedom is to keep falling deeper and deeper until the soul is annihilated, returns to nothingness, and becomes part of the abyss.

There is no good or evil in the abyss, but people who fall into the abyss often show uncontrollable chaotic evil because of their increasingly crazy minds.

Helen knew this all too well. Even if Ivora had not inherited the crown, his reputation for tyranny was already known to everyone. When she followed Ansel to Anticheg, even though she was waiting outside the gate, she could feel Efesandre's evil intent and madness as if he wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.

But... Flamel was different. Although according to common sense, his condition should have taken a sharp turn for the worse after the death of Anelsa, Helen did not sense any uncomfortable ferocity from the old Hydra after meeting him several times.

He was polite, spoke softly, and had clear thoughts... Not to mention Efesand, even Ivora was worlds apart from him.

But the dead silence that enveloped the entire Nuotong was telling one thing all the time—

Flamel's condition... has become extremely bad.

What happened in this short time? What did Flamel want to create? No one except Anser knew.

"Are you feeling okay?" Anser looked at Helen who looked uncomfortable beside him. "Be patient. It won't be difficult for your father to deal with Ming Fuluo's soul. It will be fine soon."

"Mr. Flamel, he..."

Ansel didn't answer, but even if he didn't say anything, Helen could probably guess the situation. But when she looked at Ansel...she didn't read any emotion from the boy's profile.

Just calm, a kind of...natural calm.

This calmness made Helen take back her words. The woman lowered her head, but the determination hidden in her silent and dull eyes was even more unshakable.

She subconsciously tightened the rope in her hand, causing Ming Fuluo, who was following behind her, to stagger.

Ming Furo, who was restrained all over and tied by Helen with ropes, even with her mouth sealed, still stared at Ansel's back with her eyes as if to pierce through him. Until the last moment, she was still silently declaring the emotion that Ansel least wanted to see - rebellion and disloyalty.

However, this emotion cannot last long. Ming Furo will become Helen's nourishment. Her three years of hard training will only add help to Anser, and it will be an extraordinary help.

The four heroes watched by fate have talents and abilities worthy of this favor. Xitana was rootless and rose from blood and fire. In thirty years, she reached the pinnacle and held the power of gods. In terms of knowledge, Ming Fuluo also reached a realm that no one could understand.

It was not born for power, but for the knowledge to move the entire empire and the entire society towards a new world. It is no exaggeration to say that after the old empire fell at the hands of heroes, the establishment of the new world was almost driven by Ming Fuluo alone.

Anser had no idea of ​​building a new world, and he would not allow the future that fate expected to come, but this knowledge would enable him to better control the entire empire in the near future and better... fight against fate.

Ming Furo practiced hard in the underground library of Hydra for three years. According to her personality, she must have had almost no time to sleep. She was constantly absorbing, digesting and using everything she could understand. She must have hoped to use the huge accumulation of these three years to wipe out the decadence and change the empire in one fell swoop, but in the end... she still became a tool in Anther's hands to fight against fate.

The funny thing is that if she had compromised with Anser a little bit, she would have had a chance to put this knowledge into practice instead of becoming the nourishment of another "self" like now.

How...ironic.

As Anser was thinking this, he felt someone holding his hand.

"Father." Helen's voice rang in his ears, "believe me."

Helen had been emphasizing these three words since some time ago. Anser could tell that she was not guilty, but he couldn't explain why.

Perhaps she was always surrounded by insecurity and she could not forgive herself for not believing in Ansel, so she hoped that Ansel could believe in her.

This weakness made her and Ming Fuluo move away from their coldness, and made Anser's expression gentle.

The only person he could absolutely trust was Helen, the daughter whom he had created. She was like a former friend, but she would never leave him or betray him, and she was the one whom he had given meaning to in life.

Even after being told by Ansor about the existence of fate, he did not show any sign of wavering. Instead, he only harbored an even purer hatred for Ming Furo.

She believes in herself more than she believes in fate.

For Anser, that was enough.

So, Ansher took Helen forward in this twisted and terrifying aura, through the long dark corridor, through one door after another, to the deepest part of the Notong.

The further they went in, the more painful Helen and Ming Fuluo seemed to be. The chaos and madness that Flamel unconsciously emitted had become a real oppression, a force field that could shake the minds of unsteady people and even cause their souls to explode.

Ansher protected the two of them from direct intrusion, but he couldn't really keep them completely free from harm. He held Helen's hand, unconsciously tightening it a little.

"squeak."

A soft cry sounded in Helen's ears. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the source of the sound, but her head was immediately held down by Ansel.

"Don't look." The young Hydra said solemnly, "You too, Ming Fuluo."

As Helen and Ming Fuluo lowered their heads, two glaring scarlet spots appeared in the darkness around the corridor that was not illuminated by the dim firelight.

Then it was four o'clock, six o'clock... the tiny red lights were so dense that they seemed to fill all the darkness, all staring at Anser, and at Helen and Ming Fuluo beside him.

"Lawrence," Anser said softly, "are you okay?"

"Young... Master?"

There were strange and subtle sounds coming from the darkness, as if hundreds of people were whispering at the same time: "Ah... yes, it's the young master. The person next to the young master is... is..."

"My future lord, calm down, Lawrence."

"A pledge of loyalty... I understand... Hehehe... Young Master finally has a pledge of loyalty."

Countless red lights in the darkness gradually dissipated along with the chilling laughter, and the mouse Lawrence, who usually appeared so cheerful, was nowhere to be seen.

With his eyes slightly lowered, Anser said to Helen: "It's okay, just bear with it, I will send you back to the manor soon."

"Mr. Lawrence, it also..."

"The leaders are arranged according to the degree of erosion they have suffered. The first one is the Soul Leader who bears the vast majority of the erosion. The second one is the Abyss Leader, and the third one is the Devouring Leader."

Anser sighed: "Others may be able to maintain themselves, but it is already difficult for Lawrence to maintain this minimum level of sanity."

Without the Soul Leader to share the burden, Flamel's madness has greatly affected his Contract Leader, but the question still remains... Why on earth would he become so crazy in such a short period of time?

Soon, Anser brought Helen and Ming Fuluo to a huge heavy door. The layers of dark patterns on the door looked like something extremely terrifying was sealed inside the door. Anser placed his hand on the door, closed his eyes and whispered:

"Father, it's me."

"..."

No sound came from inside the door, but the ripples on the door seemed to be a response of some kind.

"Come on, Helen, it will be all right soon."

Anser extended his hand to Helen. Although he said this, his expression was a little serious: "Remember, close your eyes after you go in."

"Yes, father."

Ansel held Helen's hand, while Helen held the restrained Ming Fuluo's hand, and the three of them walked in through the ripples on the gate.

Helen followed Ansel's instructions and closed her eyes obediently, but to her surprise... the oppressive feeling she felt outside, which almost strangled her to death, did not exist in this room.

Everything was peaceful and natural, as if being in a very ordinary world, but compared to the force field of the abyss, it was like a paradise.

And this room is not a potion room filled with bottles and jars, nor is it an alchemy workshop with a running furnace. It is just... an ordinary bedroom.

A bedroom with complete furniture and decorations, but no bed, only a... crystal coffin.

In the coffin, Ansel's mother, Anelisa Delian, who was obviously dead but had spent a lot of time with Ansel during this period, was sleeping peacefully.

Directly above the coffin, there was a ball of light floating, emitting soft white light. It was unknown what its function was.

Beside the coffin, Flamel Hydra, who was not creating anything, stared at his wife in the coffin in silence, like a sculpture without a soul.

It was unknown how long it was before he slowly turned his head and looked at Anser. His voice was gentle and calm, and he still didn't look crazy at all.

"What's wrong, Anser?"