The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Then... there is only one choice - delete this memory.

Delete all my thoughts about Anser, all my considerations, all my concerns, all my emotions...only disgust and hatred remain.

Deleting is not difficult. Destroying memories is simple. It's just a matter of saving...

The only carrier of memory that Anser would never discover was the newly born, unstable data system.

Once my memory is destroyed, everything will be over. Anser and I will fight to the death, and he will only get a servant who is absolutely loyal to him... He definitely doesn't want that kind of existence.

A gamble... I would never do such a stupid thing, but I have no choice. Mr. Flamel may even notice that I have deleted my memory at any time, but I have to do it. There is no such thing as absolute success in this world.

This was my only chance to find out the truth, and I couldn't let it go.

This opportunity, Anser's plan, gave me time, gave me the capital to become stronger, and also gave me... room to operate.

So perfect, so perfect that it seems like... fate.

It was simply fate that gave me such an opportunity.

destiny……

Although it's unlikely and I don't dare to believe it, but... is it you?

Are you the one who is torturing Ansel, destroying his ideals, and making him so lonely and insecure?

Being against fate is really... indifferent. Is it possible for such an illusory thing to really exist?

And if it is true, if what I do is also part of your plan, then it doesn’t matter.

I will fight you in the darkness until one of us is completely defeated.

I won't let you destroy my ideals.

I won't let you destroy my Ansir, my friend.

*

In a closed space with nothing but a table and a bed, Mingflora Zeger silently put down her glasses that were flashing with light. Next to her was her most precious notebook, and on the opened page, there was a string of... inexplicable characters.

That is a code that only she can understand in this world, and it is also... the key to unlock the encrypted memory buried in the data system that she has blocked.

"I see……"

The woman murmured, "This is the truth."

She had no doubt about the authenticity of this string of memories. At the same time, she understood her mission to stay here in an instant without any hesitation.

"Three years."

Ming Furo went straight to the wall of this doorless secret room, easily passed through the wall, and came to the underground library of Hydra Manor in the imperial capital.

"You still have three years, Ming Fuluo."

Looking at the countless hidden treasures that could drive the world crazy, Mingflora Zeg whispered:

"Three years is enough."

She retreated back into the secret room, where the crystal placed on the desk was projecting images onto the wall.

In the picture, there is another self.

Another self who knows nothing about all this, but... is crucial.

There is only suspicion and hatred towards Anser, and he lacks the crucial memories and emotions...

But it is exactly what Anser sees, what is presented in his framework, "Ming Furo".

"It's time to begin."

Mingflora Zeger looks to the future.

Here she will further unravel the mystery surrounding Anser, figure out his hidden pain, and where that incomprehensible obsession comes from, while at the same time... accumulating the necessary strength.

Even if I have to endure three years of loneliness in the darkness where no one knows and no one understands.

Because Ming Fuluo knew that the only person in this world who could understand and help Anser was herself.

She never for a moment considered betraying her friend.

Chapter 6: Ming Fuluo's Diary Part (K)

Starting from today, time will be recorded in days. I am not sure when Anser will come back, but he should at least give me three to four years to develop.

He should come back when I or the Tower of Babel is in danger. He is good at taking advantage of people's weaknesses... Ivora is too unstable. Now that I think about it, relying solely on her protection is doomed to failure.

Anser, how much do you distrust me? From the very beginning, were you ready to tame me a second time after failure?

...What a troublesome little brat.

I hope that the me out there will be able to deduce clues without losing my memory.

*

Day one.

After waking up, I couldn't accept the breakup that day. I had lost my memory of my original inferences and those key conversations. She could not understand why Ansel and I parted ways.

Anser has left the imperial capital and is no longer in Hydra Territory. All contact methods have been cut off... I have no way of contacting him from outside.

She was suspicious and puzzled, and tried to find the truth from the cut and spliced ​​memories, but found nothing.

It seems that she didn't completely think that Ansher had betrayed her. She thought that Ansher must be hiding something.

It's pretty much the same as I expected. I am who I am, even without those memories.

Day two.

Anser's "betrayal" made me feel depressed. She still couldn't figure out what was going on, and her thoughts seemed to gradually come to the conclusion that Anser simply wanted to tame herself.

...Although this is indeed an indisputable fact after eliminating all my speculations, I should not give up so quickly.

Whether it was out of reason or emotion...it took time for me outside to accumulate my hatred for Ansher. She should have spent more time worrying about whether there was a truth hidden behind Ansher's "betrayal".

This is not normal.

The seventh day.

I started to get back on track in life outside, but I still didn't give up contacting Ansor. I would mail envelopes to Hydra Manor every day, contact the people in the manor through communication magic crystals, and even wanted to visit them in person, but of course it was useless. Ansor was waiting for an opportunity. Before that, he would not come back, let alone see me.

She…didn’t do what I feared most.

A review of the entire past, a detailed analysis of every moment spent with Ansel... If I did this outside, there's a high probability that she would re-deduce the answer I had gotten before, and that would be the worst thing.

But "I" didn't do that.

Mr. Flamel's creation cannot be wrong, and the me outside must be exactly the same as the me now, but she doesn't even show any sign of thinking so... This is not clear to Flora.

According to this development, my attitude towards Anser after our next encounter will be more hostile than inquiring, which is a good thing, but... this abnormality is not necessarily a good thing.

tenth day.

I need to put aside the long-term supervision of my external self for the time being and focus on studying these secret books.

The books in this library are...too horrifying. They include forbidden spells from the Zhengtian Dynasty that can summon abyssal polymers; brainwashing spells that can work on people below level 5, even if they cross two levels; unheard-of ether-driving methods; and all kinds of bizarre alchemy manuals...

Just knowing the truth would be useless. What could make Anser, an Old God, fall into such a state of obstinacy and madness is not something I can solve now.

I have to become as strong as possible in these three years to be qualified to get involved.

The normal way of growth is definitely not enough. No matter how I practice, it is impossible for me to reach the level of being an absolute helper to Anser within a few years... I need to use more clever means to achieve this.

From now on, slowly decide on the direction.

Day 26.

Outside, I have begun to gradually let go of Anser's affairs. To be more precise, I don't want Anser's affairs to interfere with my daily life, but in my heart I still can't not care about it.

This stage should last a long time. My feelings towards Anser changed from half-believing and half-doubting that Anser had no good intentions and was a complete betrayal... If I didn't have any doubts or reflections during this process, it meant that there must be something wrong.

Either that me is not me, or... something is blocking me.

Day 48.

The development of the weapon went smoothly. With the help of these secret books, many obstructed ideas suddenly became clear. But with my current ability, I can lead the development of a material weapon within half a year at most - even if I can't do any physical experiments at hand.

But the material armament...the power of the fifth-level crown is not enough.

If I could create an etheric weapon and let Anser wear it, that should be enough.

Or the third stage... No, that is still too far away for me, so let's set the etheric weapon as the goal first.

The sixtieth day.

The me outside is definitely me no matter from which angle you look at it, but my thoughts and observations on Anser seem to be blocked by some invisible barrier.

If the imaginary enemy is correct, it would make sense.

It's...ridiculous.

Destiny, does this thing really exist in this world? Did Anser regard it as an enemy?

...No, I can't think any further, otherwise I will lose my composure.

But if I just... just think of this possibility and become so terrified, then if this possibility is true...

How much terror and despair did Anser endure?

Ninety-third day.

Everything has been put back on track. Apart from the routine contact with Anser, I will no longer let Anser affect my life and work... almost. If it were me, it would take me at least this long to really recover. But during this period, I will do my best to discover the truth from every moment I spend with Anser.

I was blinded on the outside, but that was a good thing for me… Was He helping me? Why was He helping me?

If fate really exists, I cannot let the outside me be completely at its mercy. I must find a way to interfere with and influence that me.

Ninety-sixth day.

I found a similar spell in a secret book about the soul. It is very difficult to practice and I am not sure if it will work, but it is better than nothing.

He can now make me outside ignore the crux of the problem, but my intentions may be exposed to Anser's vision at any time. I must have the ability to control the situation... The practice of ancient soul magic should also be put on the agenda.

Day 289.

I have found the core key to the etheric weapon, but I don't have the ability to forge it independently now. After I leave here, maybe I will have the ability to create it completely.

But this may not be enough... The third stage, the third stage of the mechanical equipment that only Lord Flamel can achieve, can I do it?

Soul spells have also had some rudimentary effects... It seems that the me outside and the me here are indeed two individuals with the same soul, but absolutely independent. I can hardly use most of the spells in the secret book to affect the me outside. The connection between her and me... seems to become closer only when the soul fragments are increasingly consumed, becoming less and less, and finally begin to crave my own soul.

So, we have to wait.

Day 327.

As expected... I was already mired in violence. Babel Tower gradually became a workshop for Ivora to create violence. I was not able to foresee this drawback at the time, and I had no choice outside.

The design of the floating gun was indeed created by me, and she hid it very well... She didn't expose the weapon, but she has been researching it privately. Is she preparing a way out for herself?

...It is indeed what I would do. The talents and gifts that I possess outside are no different from mine. Perhaps if Anser came back later, that me would have figured out how to create etheric weapons.

Day 446.

The me outside has become accustomed to creating violence, and the proliferation of guns is an inevitable result... I both believe that these are sacrifices that must be made in order to maintain the Tower of Babel, and there will be many more such sacrifices in the future.

And if we could solve Anser's problem, we wouldn't have to take these detours.

Don't slack off, Ming Fuluo, for Ansher and for... that future.

Day 497.

In the four hundred and ninety-seven days, I went to pay tribute to my grandfather four times. Every time, I met some beneficiaries of the alchemical instruments of the Tower of Babel around the cemetery. They were all ordinary people.

Even through the projection, I was somewhat moved...but is this really normal?

The existence of fate makes me not believe that this is a coincidence. If He arranged it this way, what is His purpose? Is it to make me more human?

Yes, I have always been like this, only focusing on the value of things, and being able to make choices and sacrifices at any time, but I don’t think there is anything wrong with this, and the same is true for the me outside.

To put it more coldly...I want to save Ansel, is there a reason why he is more valuable than me?

...I think so. I don't know. But no matter what, Anser should not be the one to be sacrificed.

But why did fate want me to become humane? If it really existed, then it clearly knew that I was watching everything here. Does it make sense to make the me outside become humane?

No... I, who am outside, will not become humane because of this little thing. What needs to be sacrificed still needs to be sacrificed.