The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Another puppet, what on earth is he thinking? Why put my real self on a puppet? Do you have the ability to——

...No, that won't work. I can't accept the fact that another me got there first and I can only watch helplessly.

Eighty-first day.

Anser put that me to the test again.

He used Xitana to make me anxious... He let Xitana's current status and his current concern for Xitana destroy my increasingly thin sanity.

Coupled with the help that fate had given me before, the me now is already shaky.

His control over people's hearts and emotions was just too perfect. Not only that, the plan itself was flawless.

It's really dangerous. I am no match for Anser now... The choice I made was the right one.

If I hadn't cleared my memory, there would be no way I could have fooled Anther, and if Anther discovered the problem when he didn't believe me at all...all my efforts would have been wasted.

I'm sorry, Anser, I made you what you are now.

Day 90.

It’s Xitana’s birthday... Ansher deliberately called me along, probably because he wanted to use Xitana’s loyalty to further attack her.

Not only that, but Anther's kindness and love for Xitana would make me sink into the beautiful memories of my time with Anther, and then regret it.

As expected, the pure loyalty and attachment that girl showed to Ansher was something I simply could not do.

Even now, I can't be as pure as her. What Anser needs, a girl who can make him feel safe, is probably this kind of girl.

I will probably never become such a person in my life. Even if I stand on Anser's side, I will always argue with him, refute his opinions, and question his ideas... Thinking about it this way, girls like Shitana are indeed more likable.

But I won’t be a more likable person… and I don’t necessarily need Ansel to like me.

I'm just doing what I think is right, always.

But I can't make such a decision now. She probably only has regrets... nothing more than regrets.

Ansel used that kind of ambiguous attitude, and such contrast and comparison, to leave me nowhere to escape.

Only from this bystander's perspective, and with a clear understanding of all the changes, can I see all this clearly. Otherwise, if I were replaced by her, it would just be like replacing an identical person with another one to be played around by Ansher.

But from this incident...I can also be sure of one thing.

Anser is becoming more and more dangerous.

His feelings for Xitana are definitely not false. He needs and depends on Xitana's sincere love.

But even so, Anser was still able to use Sitana's birthday to plot against me.

This has become his instinct. In a way, he is even more... colder and more resolute than I am.

To him, Xitana should be one of the most important people in the world, but he can still use his feelings for Xitana to plot against me.

Don't go on any further, Anser.

……

I met Lady Anelissa.

What the lady told me further confirmed my thoughts.

She told me that Anser had taken emotional sacrifice for granted, something that was almost instinctive.

I already knew all of this, but when I heard it confirmed from my wife, I still felt an... indescribable sadness.

And in the conversation with my wife, I learned a more important piece of information.

Ansel's character underwent a dramatic change in his childhood. One day when he was ten years old, he suddenly became withdrawn and no longer willing to trust others.

My guess is that for some reason, by chance, Anser discovered the existence of fate.

And the follow-up based on this conjecture is...Anser has been playing games with fate for six years, six years.

Six years ago…he was only ten years old.

He is only ten years old, and he has to face the calculations and malice from the whole world?

So...that's why he didn't trust me. He didn't trust me from the beginning. Who could he trust when he was living in that kind of hell?

……

I, the one who caused Anser to be in his current state, attributed the problem to the Emperor's oppression.

In the absence of complete information, this is indeed the only possibility that can be thought of. After all, the decisive battle between the emperor and Lord Flamel is about to come, and even if the emperor dies, Ansher will still have to face the next emperor.

It was only during these three years that I witnessed everything that I had experienced, and combined with all my previous guesses and understanding of Ansher, that I gradually guessed this incredible answer. Even now, I am not sure whether He is correct.

...The appearance of the lady and the conversation between her and me were probably also the result of fate.

She has now turned to Anther and wants to create weapons for Anther that can kill gods... Although it is shallow, this is all she can do, and it is actually no different from what I think.

——Without strength, there is no way to help Anser.

But... I always feel like something is wrong.

According to speculation, there are only two to three years left before the decisive battle between Lord Flamel and the emperor. This should be quite urgent, but Anser does not have any urgent need for power...

Why is this?

Day 102.

Anser, what is he doing?

He actually asked me to call him father.

This is ridiculous! How could you... On what grounds...

Stay calm...stay calm, this is his way of taming me.

He wanted to crush my self-esteem by calling me this. That was right...but father, why father? There are many ways to crush self-esteem, but he chose this name. Is there any deeper meaning behind it?

……

He tricked Jungel into telling the truth about the Tower of Babel.

During these three years, I was actually prepared because I was not as purely immersed in research as I was before, and I was able to see so much more.

Hendrick and the others no longer pursued their grandfather's ideals. I was actually vaguely prepared for this.

But as expected...it's not that easy to accept. When I heard Rong Geer say this in person, I still lost my composure. At most, I was just a little better than that me.

So that's how it is. Anser not only wants to break my dignity, but also wants to strip away everything around me step by step? That me... has begun to rely more and more on Anser.

I also want to rely on him a little.

I'm tired, Anser. These truths... these truths, how can I not read them?

No...no, you must continue, Ming Fuluo.

Even though Anser is being so cruel to you now, you must continue.

……

Anser took me to see Leiden. How did he fall into this situation?

It turns out that he left everything to me, he left everything -

Father...you and mother, do you really care about me? What happened back then? Why did all this happen? Why did it turn out like this?

From the elders around me to my blood relatives, Anser... Do you want to replace everything around me with yourself? Is this why you chose the name of father?

I couldn't accept it then, and I can't accept it now, but she had no choice. She had been plotted to death by Ansir.

What exactly is Anser going to do next... I have a bad feeling.

Grandpa’s death... could it be related to Anser?

……

No, that's not right... It's not like that. This is Anser's way of defeating me and taming me. My persistence and pursuit must come from my heart. Of course, of course...

How could I be... meaningless?

It took me a long, long time to calm down.

Anser's question... I have no way to refute it.

I had no way to refute him why I was so obsessed with that ideal, even though I had never come into contact with any civilians and had never really witnessed their lives.

But...but I am much better than the me out there who has nothing but ideals.

With Anser in my heart, I can understand all this more calmly... calmly.

Maybe Anser is right. I just want to change the world. I have never really cared about ordinary people. But the question is, where do these ideas and persistence of mine come from...

There is another key point, that is, Anser's problem can be applied to him.

He said his pursuit of ideals was a lie, but I knew very well that it was definitely not a lie.

So... where does Anser's sincere love come from? As an Old Deus, why is he so... special?

Destiny, Anser who knows destiny, Anser who possesses knowledge beyond his time, Anser who is not like an Old God or a noble in character and thinking, such a completely different Anser.

And...Ansher, who seemed to be able to anchor the unknown and knew the development of so many things.

I feel that I am not far from the truth.

……

In order to further promote my submission, I am now trying my best to interfere with her recovered memories, so that those memories will only make her feel more guilty towards Anser.

And Anser played a game with that me...

There are two territories, but it has nothing to do with war. Instead, it is a game that is beneficial to both territories with no harm.

I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't figure out what this game had in mind that Anser could use. He set extremely strict rules for the game, no extraordinary people were allowed to intervene, and all means of competition had to be legitimate.

If this game didn't have such restrictions, I could still guess how Anser would take advantage of it, but once these restrictions are set...isn't Anser just, simply, doing good things?

What is he going to do? I hope this game can have a good ending.

Day 137.

I lost completely.

My vision and Anser's vision... have never been at the same level since the beginning.

It was a disaster, but I foolishly thought it was a miracle. It was just a disaster from beginning to end.

So many sacrifices, so many costs, and in the end... in the end, all we got in return was just a bottle of water of redemption?

The alchemical tools that were originally intended to benefit ordinary people were used by the biggest beneficiaries in exchange for the opportunity to become extraordinary.

They don't care about anything, they just want to be one of the extraordinary ones.

Not only did my intentions become somewhat empty, but I also had no idea how to realize that ideal. Even though I already had practical tools in my hands, and even though Anser had eliminated so many threats for me, I... couldn't do it.

Damn it... Damn it! Damn it!

Anser wanted to... destroy me.

He wanted to destroy the immature, stupid, empty me.

Even though... even though I was just watching, I felt that despair... the despair of being nothing and that my life was worthless.

But I won't fall... I won't, I can't.

Maybe it’s not because I still have to stick to that ideal, but because... Anser is waiting for me.

Day 138.

I tried to follow Anser's instructions and exchange the soil strengthening potion from Ivora, but I was seriously injured by Ivora... This was an opportunity, an opportunity for me, who was already shaky, to completely turn to Anser.

Taking advantage of this serious injury, I need to manipulate the memories she recalls. I must implant a false memory between those real memories that will be the final word.

So, I made Ansel appear angry in that memory, very angry, questioning that me, were all the feelings he had given to me false?

——This is what I originally imagined Ansel would say, but he didn’t actually say that... Even at that moment, he didn’t want me to be sad.

This memory is enough to be the final means of victory. She is now completely emotionally dependent on Anser, so... Anser should be relieved.

……

My grandfather’s death... I don’t want to record this. This diary is to ensure that I can help Anser with clear thinking, and it is also a proof to show it to that me, that’s all.