The villain's way to tame the protagonist

So, I don’t want to record that kind of pain.

I could only remember that I finally understood Ansel's plan. He wanted to create a brand new me, a me with only him in my life, a me that regarded him as absolute, supreme, and everything.

Day one hundred and fifty-two.

It's time for me to leave and finally see the light of day again.

After calming down for a few days, I have already unveiled Ansel's next plan. He has created a "Ming Furo" that he needs and that is completely dependent on him, and then... he wants me to fight against that "Ming Furo", that is, Helen.

Only one of Helen and I can exist, and now, according to his understanding, I should be eager to destroy Helen.

Maybe I can show that I have come to my senses. No... Anser may be expecting me to "wake up", but I can't do that.

I lack the absolute dependence of Helen. Even if Ansel likes me so much now, without that "absolute" love, I may not get the truth. Maybe he will tell me, but just... maybe.

I can't let anything unexpected happen.

The next step is very simple. We just need to wait until Helen gains Ansel's complete trust.

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This diary entry should end here. My mission ends here.

The last few words are dedicated to you who are about to take over this diary... I don’t know whether to call you Ming Fuluo or Helen, but I believe that after reading this diary, you will definitely be me.

I can only... tell myself, tell you, tell Ming Fuluo, tell Helen.

You may be empty, and I may be... and am empty.

You and I share the same soul, but our lives are designed, false, and worthless.

But Anser... can make it real and alive, can make it valuable.

He can bring me inspiration for creation and point me in the direction to move forward, so it doesn’t matter even if I don’t understand anything.

Because he really had the same vision as me, he really... put in so much effort for that vision.

Anser, everything you say is a lie.

But who would go to such lengths for a lie? Who would train his subordinates to be elites for a lie? Who would turn Hydra's territory into a place that the world would yearn for for a lie?

That was never a lie, it was clearly...your cry, a cry for help.

And I hear you, Anser.

...But you may still be a little disappointed.

After all, the help I give you is not entirely for you, but also for myself.

Because as long as you are by my side, my life will not be empty.

You may not be everything in my life, but you can be the meaning of my life.

Chapter 1.1: The Final Strike of Fate (W)

Time passed silently, and almost a month had passed since Helen and Ming Fuluo's soul surgery was completed.

During this month, almost nothing special happened in the imperial capital...except for the explosion of a central alchemy workshop of the Alchemy Association.

——Based on the detailed and specific creation methods and ideas provided by Ming Fuluo, the three top alchemists, at the cost of one person's life and one person's sanity, finally created etheric weapons that surpassed material weapons.

That day, Ivola's wanton and arrogant laughter echoed over the imperial capital. No one knew what kind of power this tyrannical princess got from the Ether Armor, but since she had the courage to ignore the majesty of Effisand, it seemed that... she had gained something extraordinary.

Flamel is still working on his final creation, and Enelissa is always by his side. Helen, who has captured Mingflora's soul, is also preparing a gift for Ansel.

At Anther's suggestion, Hitana and Marina are visiting relatives in the Red Frost Territory and they probably won't be back for half a month.

In this huge Hydra Manor, Ansher seemed all alone.

But Anser never felt lonely. After all, compared with the six years he had experienced, the formal loneliness was so insignificant.

At this moment, young Hydra was sitting on a lounge chair on the balcony of his bedroom, taking a nap with his eyes half closed, looking very comfortable.

He was slowly and carefully recalling and reviewing everything he had done and all he had gained since returning to the imperial capital until now.

"It ends here."

Anser opened his eyes and sighed softly: "It's been a long and torturous journey."

This training that lasted for four years has come to an end. His former friend has become his daughter today. Ansel feels a little sad about it, but he does not have any regrets.

In fact, he still had a last bit of doubt in his heart, that is, Helen's feelings for him... were too strong and vivid.

This is also why even though Helen had defeated Ming Fuluo, he did not tell Helen about her fate at the first time.

But if you think about this question carefully, it is not difficult to answer: Helen's soul and Ming Furo's soul come from the same source, and her venting and dependence on herself only comes from the repressed feelings that Ming Furo had for her three years ago.

Therefore, Ansher hoped that Ming Fuluo would be on his side, but in the end he still didn't get what he wanted.

Nothing in the world is perfect, just like he got Sitana, but planted a seed of instability for his future; he got Helen, but also lost his former friend forever.

...Perhaps, there will never be such a person again in the future.

But what is lost is lost. As long as it can add more chips to fight against fate, this sacrifice does not matter.

After all, Anser had already made a decision on something more cruel.

Young Hydra opened his pocket watch, checked the time, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

——It seemed that he wanted to show his usual warm and refreshing smile, but some emotions in his heart made it impossible for him to raise the corners of his mouth.

"You have six hours and fifty-seven minutes."

He closed his pocket watch, looked up at the sky, and a flash of darkness passed through his deep ocean-blue eyes.

"I know you must have other means and other preparations... Is it some detail that I failed to radiate, or is it that you, who always pursue rationality, have finally given up your arrogant principles?"

"…No matter what."

Anser stood up, tightly grasping the cane named Gleipnir that Flamel had made for him after Anelsa's death, and whispered:

"I know you will not sit idly by and watch me gain the power to reach the sixth level a full ten years early."

Not only is he the chief he needs, not only is he the hero who can overthrow the empire, but in that desperate future, Anser, who keeps looking for a breakthrough, found an extremely critical node a long time ago.

That was the moment when his father, Flamel Hydra, spent nine full years collecting materials that were unimaginable to the world and finally completed the greatest creation of his life.

This node is what Anser was able to determine after countless analyses. It is the key that is enough to reverse everything and can be achieved without him spending much thought and energy.

However, although it does not require much thought and energy, it requires Anser to have a determination that is cold, cruel, and dark as the abyss.

After six years of long and painful journey, Anser has now been able to make up his mind.

The determination to sacrifice everything.

"It's almost time for Helen to finish her business."

Ansher muttered to himself, left the bedroom, and headed towards the alchemy workshop where Helen was.

His steps were very slow. Anser, who was always unhurried, walked very slowly for some reason.

His gaze lingered on the paintings on the walls and the decorations in the corridors. These decorations were spotless and still looked like new. They didn't seem to have any stories at all, but Anser's eyes would linger on them for a long time, as if he wanted to pick up the fragments of the past and scattered memories from these things.

The Hydra Manor in the imperial capital has existed for nearly a thousand years. Although almost all Hydras of all generations did not live here, the emperor had to respect them.

When Ansel was eight years old, he lived in the imperial capital for two years. At that time, he had not yet found everything about the world from the vast ocean of memories. He was proud of his own talents and gifts, and happy with the love and tenderness of his parents.

In the eyes of the young Hydra, everything was beautiful. He had the opportunity to change the world, and he also happened to have the ability to change the world.

Just by looking at these ornaments, Anser can recall the happiness and joy of the past... but the past is just the past after all.

His life now has only become an enemy of fate, nothing else.

Walking in the corridor on the second floor, Anser came to the staircase platform and saw a huge painting on the wall of the platform below. In the painting, a woman who was both youthful and energetic, and mature and demure, folded her hands and showed a gentle and generous smile.

"……Mother."

Ansher murmured softly, looking at the painting quietly, without saying a word for a long time.

This was a gift that Flamel gave to Enelisa. Every drop of paint in this painting was made from expensive materials that were unimaginable to the world. However, Enelisa did not really like this painting very much because she did not understand this.

The painting was hung in such a prominent position only because Anelisa thought that if she was not at home one day, Ansel and Flamel would feel that she was still there to greet them when they saw the painting.

After gazing at the painting for a long time, Anser moved on.

Along the way... he saw too many shadows of Anelissa.

Fresh flowers in vases, flower specimens hanging on the walls, and various ornaments bought according to Anelsa's preferences... She must have felt very bored staying almost alone in the imperial capital these years. She might have thought that when Ansel or Flamel came back, they would be very happy to see such an exquisitely decorated manor, so she devoted her energy tirelessly.

It's just that Flamel was busy with his own affairs, and Ansel had never returned since he left three years ago, until now.

Ansel silently stroked his fingers across the wall. He looked a little dazed. His mother's smile appeared in his mind and his eyes drooped slightly.

He rarely gave his emotions to the weakest part of himself, but at this moment, Anser followed his heart.

Because he knew that he probably would never have such an opportunity again.

"……Father."

Young Hydra, for some reason, whispered about his father.

This manor was clearly built for Hydra, but there wasn't much trace of Flamel.

There wasn't much trace of Flamel in Ansel's life after he turned ten.

His father was busy solving some problems for the emperor and pursuing his ultimate creation. After he was ten years old, he hardly took care of Anser, and the two met very few times.

From this perspective, he doesn't seem to be a good father.

But in Ansel's eyes, there is no more qualified father than Flamel in the world, just as there is no better mother than Enelisa in the world.

only……

But he was not a qualified son, either to Anelisa or Flamel.

Not only was he unqualified, but compared to the affection they had poured into him, he was simply... terrible.

But just as he has been able to commit many evil deeds coldly and cruelly, becoming a villain plagued by evil and abuse, Ansher is also ready to bear this sin and move forward without looking back.

Until one of him and fate is completely destroyed.

Arriving at the door of the alchemy workshop, Ansher put away all his chaotic thoughts and placed his hand on the door, pouring in ether to announce his arrival to the people in the workshop.

He was already prepared to put the bond ring on Helen. No matter what Helen was doing now, he couldn't delay any longer.

But half a minute passed and no sound came from inside.

"…Are you exhausted?"

Ansher did not and would not deliberately find out the situation inside. He simply forced open the door of the alchemy workshop and stepped in.

But the moment he stepped into the alchemy workshop, he was stunned.

……No.

In the huge alchemy workshop, there were no running machines, no burning furnaces, and no... people working.

Helen, who was supposed to be here, has disappeared.

Ansel slowly tightened his grip on the cane, he narrowed his eyes, invisible waves spread out, and in an instant, he discovered something strange in the alchemy workshop.

There were three things left on the processing table where tools were neatly arranged.

A shadow crystal, a gray bracelet, and a pair of... grayish-white glasses.

These three things all retain the scent of Helen... no, they all retain the scent of Helen and Ming Fuluo.

"what happened……"

Young Hydra frowned deeply: "Why does Ming Fuluo still stay with Helen?"

That day, when taking Helen to make the final arrangements, Flamel asked Ansel to accompany the sleeping Anelisa, and when he came back, Helen was gone.

Flamel told him that the "surgery" on the soul was completed, and Helen had already gone to the alchemy workshop to prepare the "gift" she mentioned. Ansel naturally did not think much about it. Flamel would not and there was no need to hide anything about such a thing.

"…Is your response here?"

Anser curled his lips and said, "Is there any foreshadowing you left behind by Helen or Ming Fuluo that I don't know about?"

He picked up the Shadow Crystal, activated it, and said indifferently:

"Then let's see what you have prepared for me."