The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Flamel smiled and said, "Do you miss your mother a little? Then let her rest for a while. After a while, she will be able to--"

"Father."

Flamel's condition was obviously very strange, but Anser had no intention of comforting him or even treating him peacefully. Instead, he interrupted Flamel and said:

"The matter between Helen and Ming Fuluo still requires your help. Please use Ming Fuluo as the material to complete Helen's soul and do not let her will be affected by Ming Fuluo."

"Helen... Ming Fuluo?"

The man stood up and looked at the two women beside Anser. At the same time, painful groans sounded beside Anser.

The young Hydra immediately turned his head to look. Helen naturally obeyed Anser's orders very obediently, but Ming Fuluo...

She didn't know what was wrong with her brain, and she actually looked directly into Flamel's eyes at this moment!

Ansher grabbed the leash from Helen's hand, pulled Ming Fuluo in front of him, and raised his hand to strangle her neck.

"You want to... self-destruct!"

Uncontrollable rage burned in his eyes, and his five fingers, which gradually gained strength, almost sank into Ming Furo's throat.

Ming Fuluo, who was almost strangled to death by Ansher, was speechless, but her eyes, which were full of contempt despite being in extreme pain, made her words clear.

She would not give her three years of hard training to Helen and herself for nothing. Even if it rashly touched Flamel in the present, even if it directly destroyed herself, it would not let Ansher get away with it.

After looking into those unyielding purple eyes, Ansher threw Ming Furo to the ground.

"What on earth... makes you hate me so much?"

After Ming Fuluo, whose memory was erased, spent three years in peace, even though she showed hostility towards Anser, she still hesitated about the root cause.

Ming Furo, who had stayed alone in the underground library for three whole years, had never considered Ansel's difficulties for a moment. Instead, she accumulated... such a resolute and deep hatred.

Even Anser found it ridiculous.

He placed the tip of his cane heavily on Ming Furo's abdomen, looked down at her as she curled up in pain from the double pain of looking at Flamel and the physical injury, and smiled.

"You... underestimate your father."

Anser leaned forward slightly, smiling brightly: "Even if your soul is now crushed into residue, I can make you the nourishment of Helen...traitor."

Although he once said that Ming Furo's past behavior was equivalent to companionship in his eyes, Ansel had never really called Ming Furo a traitor, because from an objective point of view, he had indeed completely betrayed Ming Furo.

But nowadays, there is no need for objectivity.

"Father." Anser turned to look at Flamel, who seemed to be thinking about something for some reason, "Thank you for your help."

"Helen...Ming Fuluo..."

The man stroked his chin. "Who was it? Forget it. Since there are signs that I have dismantled and shaped the soul... I should have helped you with this before, Arthur. It doesn't matter if I do it again. Do you want to turn the little girl lying on the ground into food and feed it to the little girl with closed eyes?"

Ming Fuluo's painful moan had turned into a roar. The moment she looked into Flamel's eyes, she was already beyond help. The poison of the abyss had already invaded her soul, but it was not difficult for Flamel to deal with it.

"It will take about ten minutes."

Seeing Anser nod in agreement, Flamel said with a relaxed look: "You should go stay with your mother for a while. She hasn't seen you these days and she misses you a lot."

"...There will be plenty of time in the future, so it's not necessary now."

Flamel, who was about to start work, tilted his head slightly and glanced at his son.

"Even these ten minutes, you can't do that?"

He asked softly, his calm expression completely different from the relaxed look of the previous second, as if he had regained his face in an instant, which made people feel a little cold.

But the tone didn't sound like coercion at all, it was just pure... trance.

Just like Anser who immersed himself completely in the abyss at that time, not knowing what he was saying or doing, and perhaps even forgetting who he was.

Anser was silent for a moment, then quietly walked towards the crystal coffin and half-knelt beside it.

Seeing this scene, Flamel suddenly laughed again. If it weren't for the fact that his face suddenly turned into another one that was so horrifying, his smile would have been really bright and warm.

"Accompany her well." The man said gently, "You also said that there is still a lot of time."

Ansher and Enelisa in the coffin disappeared in this strange bedroom at the same time.

"Then..." Flamel looked at the two identical petite women, "You two, whispering in my ear with that little bug, what exactly are you trying to hide from Anser?"

He glanced at the black thing on Helen's wrist, his brows raised slightly, and the same thing instantly appeared on his wrist.

"Interesting...construction."

The Old God standing at the top of the creation realm looked at the endless flow of Nidhogg from the bracelet and murmured softly, "Contain, expand, transform... Ha, a universal material, it seems like a low-level version of my spiritual essence, but this kind of thinking is not something that ordinary people can achieve."

Flamel nodded with satisfaction: "Anser has found a good contract, tell me about it——"

"What do you mean by...helping Anser?"

Ming Fuluo fell to the ground after her restraints were removed. She was clearly enduring the pain of her soul being torn and ground, but she staggered and held up her body with great difficulty.

On the other side, Helen, who had kept her eyes closed and remained silent, showing obvious hatred towards Ming Furo all the time...actually reached out to help her up!

“This is… the pain that the Old Deus must endure.”

Ming Fuluo, who put her arm on Helen's shoulder, stood up with difficulty. She covered her distorted face with her other hand and said in a hoarse voice:

"Will Anser... also have to endure this kind of pain in the future?"

Flamel shook his head: "What you have endured is less than one ten-millionth of it."

“…How cruel.”

Ming Fuluo raised her head and said to Flamel: "Do you think it's cruel, Mr. Flamel?"

"Why should he... endure such a fate?"

"..."

Flamel did not speak, he stared into Ming Furo's eyes. The erosion of the abyss intensified again in an instant, and the woman immediately let out an uncontrollable low howl of extreme pain.

"You are... drawing strength."

He suddenly said this.

"You're not self-destructing like Arthur said, you're trying to... get used to the abyss?"

"You want to help Arthur... then who are you? Helen? No... since you are the nourishment, you must be Ming Fuluo."

"There is no Helen here, Monsieur Flamel."

"Helen", who was supporting Ming Fuluo, whispered something that could completely stun Anser:

"From the beginning, there was only Ming Fuluo."

Chapter 7: Ming Fuluo's Diary Part (K)

A diary is meaningless to me, but I have to record it for the key task that follows and for the next three years so that I can ensure that my thoughts are always clear without any mistakes or omissions.

So let me start now, from the beginning... to understand the relationship between Anser and me once again.

*

March 1104, in the Imperial calendar.

Anser and I met at Iris Square in the imperial capital. At the first sight, I could already feel the coldness and danger in him.

——A monster that has been hidden from the world for a long time. This was my first impression of him.

But it doesn't matter, I don't care, because Anser possesses talents and abilities that I cannot reach. Even if he comes with hostility, I have the confidence to make good use of him.

March 18th.

It has been more than two weeks since I met Ansel. There is no doubt that he must be the greatest genius in the world. I think he has surpassed his father Flamel in terms of pure conception and thinking.

But he was too dangerous. In just seven days, the social distance between him and me had been reduced to the last ten centimeters. I knew he had bad intentions and was overly defensive, but I still couldn't control the distance between him and me... I was not good at this, and he was obviously too good at it.

March nd.

Knowing me inside and out, he began to try to win me over further. He said he had a way to change the current predicament of the Tower of Babel and that I could be the one to save the Tower of Babel... I didn't know what Ansel was going to do with this, but it was a bait that I had to take.

March 25th.

He gave me a blueprint and told me that as long as I could make this thing called a "gun", the Tower of Babel would be saved.

That was... a subversive creation. It was not about how difficult it was to turn the gun into reality, but about the thinking, the transcendence of thinking. The thirteen-year-old boy was like an observer overlooking this stagnant era, his eyes already cast towards the more distant unknown.

It would be great if this detachment was not used for violence. But Babel needed this violence, and so did I.

At this moment I have to admit that even though I knew he came with malicious intentions, it was difficult to remain wary and distant towards him.

Anser is an amazing person, but with such talent and ability, and as a future God, why would he have bad intentions towards me?

Maybe I need to find an opportunity to test it out.

March 27th.

I asked him if I was qualified to be his confidant now, and he refused with a smile.

I think I probably know why he came with bad intentions... He doesn't trust me, he knows what kind of person I am, and he knows that I will never regard him as the supreme being.

So his purpose is to make me submit to him?

Use... this method?

He came with malicious intent, but he used such a gentle method... What on earth was he thinking? It doesn't matter. In any case, this is a key point that can be used.

April 3rd.

I can not do it.

Seeing how excited he was when he talked to me about those things, I... couldn't continue to use him.

Whatever his thoughts were when he came here, what he thinks now is not hypocritical, and what he said to me is not a lie.

I see... Is this his purpose? He wants to impress me with his sincerity.

...If this continues, I don't think I will be able to refuse him.

Because Anser and I are fellow travelers.

If, if Ansel's ultimate goal is also to try to change the world, then it is not impossible to make some concessions, because he can realize the scene described by my grandfather better than I can.

No...it's too early to tell.

There are still mysteries to be solved about Anser.

Why did he choose me? If he came here with the purpose of taming me as his heir, how did he find me among the vast crowd of people, even though I had no connection with him and was of little reputation? I am confident in my ability, but how did he find me?

Also, as an Old God, destined to sweep away all things, why does he have that kind of... insecurity?

He always had a certain insecurity, I was sure... just like me.

Perhaps the reason why I was able to sense his hidden malice at first glance was because of this similarity.

He is just like me, wary of everything around him, so I am used to walking outside in the body of a puppet, but why does Anser have such insecurity?

What could bring insecurity to the God Race?

He has a big secret, and for the future, I should continue to test him.

...No, no, Ming Fuluo.

He may have experienced the same despair as you, which may not be possible for an Old God, but...what if? Knowing that you don't even want to think about your grandfather's death, how can you casually test Anser's pain, even if the possibility is very low.

He is sincere to you now, Ming Fuluo.

You should respect him.

April 4th.

This respect did not bring any good results... That kid is getting more and more annoying. Whenever I show some goodwill or give in, he will push his limits and become annoying. I don't want to waste my time chatting with him or dealing with his pranks.

But he seemed very happy.

Okay, I know he actually wanted me to have a good rest. We have only known each other for a month, how come we are so familiar with each other?

...Because Ansel is the only person in the world who understands you. You clearly know the answer, Ming Fuluo.

April 6th.

Anser told me a lot that day. He gave me an amazing initial concept, the mechanical equipment. Only a genius like him could come up with such a thing, and he even had a specific creative idea.

But I actually care more about other things he told me, the sky, the future, and the endless possibilities.