The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Then the next second, Ansher was stunned.

Because on the projected light screen... two identical petite women were standing side by side.

"When you see this video, whether it succeeds or not, I have accomplished what I wanted to do, Anser."

There was no difference in their expressions and tones. Ansel, who could easily distinguish Helen and Ming Fuluo, was unable to find the difference between them.

"First of all, I want to apologize to you, father...Anser."

Ming Fuluo on the right bowed her head slightly: "I didn't intend to betray you, but I still brought you... lies."

This should be Helen, but why is she telling... lies?

Anser's hand holding the cane trembled slightly unconsciously, and his brain began to work rapidly, seeking answers from all the vigilance and strangeness in his heart, and quickly weaving together various possibilities.

Helen betrayed me? No... this is impossible. She had no reason or position to betray me, but lies... could it be that everything she said to me was a lie?

After experiencing that kind of despair and destruction, Helen is still not Helen, but Ming Fuluo? This is even more impossible... The original Ming Fuluo has been destroyed by herself, this is inevitable, lies... When did it start...

...from the moment Helen fully recovered her memory?

She had secretly established a connection with Ming Fuluo? On what basis? But even if she recovered her memory, how could she agree with Ming Fuluo who simply hated me? She clearly——

In just a moment, the little bit of vigilance that remained in Anser's mind was completely pierced.

Ming Fuluo's unreasonable and absolute hatred, Helen's overly intense emotions, and... everything that happened three years ago.

"lie."

The pair of deep blue eyes trembled slightly, and the boy stared at his former friend in the picture, his voice becoming a little distorted.

"Ming Fuluo, you...you acted like you hated her, but that was a lie?!"

At the same time, on the light screen, Ming Fuluo on the left said:

"In order to make you believe everything we are going to say, that pair of glasses, which is my data system, contains everything I have recorded in the past three years. I have removed the encryption and you can browse it yourself."

"You should have guessed my question by now."

"…I'm sorry, Anser."

Ming Fuluo on the left also lowered her head slightly and said softly, "I haven't been able to be with you for the past three years."

The large machines in the alchemy workshop began to emit twisted metal wails. The invisible and terrifying huge force field distorted everything in the alchemy workshop. The breathing of the young beast from the abyss became more and more rapid, and the darkness in his eyes surged from time to time. It took him nearly four or five minutes to calm down. After taking a deep breath, he reached out to the glasses.

The data system was something that Ming Furo created with her incredible talent. Even Anser could not understand the underlying structure of this creation - except for Flamel, no one else in the world would know it. At most, Anser only knew how to use it.

He put on his glasses in silence, and then found the thing that Ming Furo placed in the most conspicuous place in the data system.

It was a diary... made up of data, which no one in this world could possibly read.

If it is encrypted again, it will be the ultimate secret that can never be known by anyone.

The diary was very long, but it was nothing to Anser, who had to read an incredible amount of books. He read it very quickly... very quickly...

Soon, it became slower and slower.

"..."

The light flashing on the lens, the text formed by the data, every word, every punctuation mark, pierced into Ansel's eyes like a sword, cutting... his soul.

That was... a silence that lasted for who knows how long.

The young Hydra turned into a statue in the silence. His ever-deep ocean-blue eyes seemed frozen at this moment, reflecting only the passing light, his friend's three years of loneliness, three years of hard work, and... his true feelings.

At this moment when Anser was almost frozen, the two Ming Fuluo on the light screen spoke again:

"After returning from the Zero Point Maze with Mr. Flamel, Ming Fuluo marked a code on the remaining Nidhogg that she left for me."

"The rhythm of that code is unique in the world, and only I know it. When Ming Fuluo attacked me for the first time, I already had doubts - how could there be someone in this world who knows more about Nidhogg and can control him better than me?"

"So, I entered the password into the data system and found the diary."

"I really saw myself clearly."

In the light curtain, Helen's eyes were no longer dull and lifeless. Instead, they were calm and indifferent, just like Ming Fuluo beside her.

"Then, through Ming Fuluo's assassination of me, I pretended to have completely awakened my past memories."

"In fact, Ming Fuluo retained a trace amount of Nidhogg in my body through that assassination, and I established a connection with her through this."

After Ming Furo's transformation, Nidhogg has almost become the smallest ether unit. Unless there is a large amount of flow and operation, there is no possibility of being detected - this is exactly the principle why Ming Furo was able to assassinate Helen silently under Hendrick's nose.

But this feature was never intended for assassination.

"I know very well." Ming Fuluo said at this moment, "Even if Helen has eyes only for you, you will not completely trust her... Only after she and I have decided the winner, only after she can kill her past self, will you entrust yourself to her."

"And in this process... the more I hate you, the more you favor Helen's attachment; the more selfish I act, the more you feel at ease with Helen's loyalty."

So in that competition... there was that opposing dialogue that clearly came from the same soul but was almost completely divided.

That's why Ming Furo was so stubborn and hated Anser so much, to the point that even Anser couldn't understand it.

"The only unstable thing about this competition is that I can't be sure how you will help Helen. I can't be sure whether you... want me to win."

"So," Helen continued, "Ming Fuluo and I used Nidhogg's self-destruction program as an excuse to help me win."

——Ming Fuluo, who had been studying countless classics in the dark for three whole years and had become extremely powerful, and was able to transform Nidhogg to this level in a short period of time, how could she not have noticed Helen's actions?

It's just because Helen needs this victory.

"Helen and I were both worried that you would notice this minor injustice, but you didn't. This shows that she and I...were both behaving well."

Both Helen's attachment and Ming Fuluo's resentment were well performed.

"But you still haven't given me your complete trust." Helen whispered, "Ansel, I asked you who the enemy is, and you just answered me, so for now, I will assume it is the emperor."

"You are still hiding something... but I have guessed a possibility from your strangeness."

"You clearly said that the threat came from the emperor, but you didn't make any demands on the power level. Normally there are only two possibilities. One is that you are sure that the emperor will not take action, and the other is that Mr. Flamel will definitely solve this problem for you."

"But I," Ming Fuluo and Helen said at the same time, "thought of a third possibility."

"That is... you gained the power to advance to the sixth level before the emperor could react."

Anser, who was like a statue, suddenly trembled the cane in his hand.

"I didn't think of this possibility at first. I was just thinking about how to get the truth and how to help you. But as that day came... I came up with this answer that I couldn't believe."

"That day in the theater, you tried to test Helen's beliefs with the young lady who played the harp, wanting to know if she still had her original heart... You wanted to find the part of Ming Fuluo in her. I'm very happy about this, Ansel, and I'm happy that you still hope and look forward to me."

Ming Fuluo sighed softly: "But, I can't feel any joy about the facts I saw."

"Your waitress Marina accidentally revealed that the zither player was once just an ordinary person."

"There are many ways for ordinary people to become extraordinary people, but Anser... the power you revealed to me at that time shows that the way you turned her into an extraordinary person is extraordinary."

"That kind of power... it's as if the abyss itself has arrived."

"And it just so happens."

"It just so happens that Marina told you that the emperor wants to harm you."

"Why would the emperor do this? Everything she did was to preserve herself, so it's obvious that it would be beneficial to her survival. And the power you showed, Anser, made me unconsciously think... Is this the power the emperor covets?"

"Since this power, which is like the presence of the abyss, can elevate ordinary people to extraordinary, can it also enable the extraordinary themselves... to take a step further?"

The sorcerer who once held the wisdom to see the truth in the original future, her two identical souls, her selves, spoke at the same time:

"But you are not such a fool, Anser. If your ectoplasm had such an effect, then you would definitely know that you would be watched by the emperor, and you would definitely try your best to hide to prevent the emperor from making a desperate bet on you when he is at his wits' end."

"But you didn't do that. Instead, you sent the musician who was influenced by you to the imperial capital, right in front of the emperor, as if to tell her - 'I have this power, I have the possibility to help you go further.'"

"Why...why would you do this?"

Ming Furo stared straight ahead, her gaze seemed to penetrate the light curtain and fall on Ansel's face, as if she was asking a silent question.

"You want to use this method... to put pressure on Mr. Flamel and your father, so that he will have to make a choice."

"Fight a decisive battle with the emperor in advance? No... He won't, because he knows you hate destruction, he knows you want to make changes, so he won't leave you... a scorched earth."

"His best option is to commit suicide, and then..."

"Then...I will entrust my power to you."

She did not speak again, but remained silent for a long time, so long that she closed her eyes and took a moment to calm down before she spoke with difficulty:

"Anser, you're taking advantage of your father. You're taking advantage of...his love for you."

boom!

The entire alchemy workshop was instantly reduced to ruins with a roar. The advanced alchemy equipment that was capable of forging extraordinary metals and whose sturdiness was beyond words was like a paper toy in the hands of a child. It was easily trampled, crushed, twisted, twisted and collapsed.

Anser, with veins bulging on his neck and temples, held his cane tightly and said nothing.

The dark and strange terrifying tentacles stretched out from the void, like a group of dancing snakes, which made people shudder.

Anser, whose eyes were already filled with darkness, stared at Ming Fuluo and Helen in the light curtain. The madness in the darkness was so obvious.

"I didn't suddenly think of this without any basis... Ever since that trip to the Zero Hour Maze, I've already sensed something strange between you and Mr. Flamel. You've been deliberately avoiding Mr. Flamel, and Mr. Flamel has been saying... words that sound like he was making arrangements for his afterlife."

"Anser, at that moment, I was really desperate."

Hearing this, Anser raised his hand to destroy the shadow crystal, but Ming Fuluo said, "But I also know that I am not qualified to talk about despair in front of you."

Pure destruction stopped in front of the shadow crystal. The shadow under his feet kept twisting, as if a monster was about to be born from it. Anser kept gasping and struggling... and withdrew his hand.

Ming Fuluo said: "I shouldn't have thought about how you could be so cruel."

Helen said: "I should wonder what on earth... forced you to be so cruel."

After a brief silence, they asked at the same time in a gentle and distressed voice:

"Is it fate?"

"..."

Anser was stunned.

His whole body began to tremble, and the cane that he had pressed into the ground trembled slightly along with it.

The dark color in the eyes receded like the tide, revealing the original deep and bright sea blue.

And among them... there is only confusion.

Is it fate?

These four words penetrated his consciousness, penetrated his soul, penetrated all the anger he had caused by Mingfro's lies and Helen's lies, and penetrated the madness he felt when the most painful part of his heart was revealed.

clang-

When Ansher came to his senses, the cane he had been holding had fallen, and he himself... was already shaking and almost fell to the ground.

Ansel read the diary very slowly. He didn't have time to finish reading it, and didn't have time to see Ming Furo's speculation about fate, because Ming Furo had already spoken.

At this moment, he heard Ming Furo say those two words in person.

"I was not 100% sure of His existence until you revealed the truth to Helen when she was finishing her final act."

"…I'm so sorry, Anser."

Ming Fuluo and Helen held hands. They walked forward and held the Shadow Crystal in their hands, as if they were holding Ansel's cheek.

"If I could have noticed your abnormality earlier, if I could have told you everything earlier, if I could have..."

"I could have done more, I should have done more, but I still... couldn't help you."

"sorry."

Why did Anser not want to get close to Anilissa? Because every time he saw Anilissa, he would remember the despair that made him want to destroy himself that day.

Whenever he saw Anelisa, he would remember that he was the one who killed his mother.

Why did Anser not want to get close to Flamel? Because every time he saw Flamel, he would remember that he was using his father's love for him in exchange for more powerful power.

Whenever he saw Flamel, he would be reminded of how despicable and vicious he was.

Whenever Anser saw his parents, he never felt warmth and happiness, but only unforgivable sins and...

And there is no end to the pain.

Anser finally staggered and fell to his seat, his back against the wreckage, his fingertips still trembling uncontrollably.

No one in this world could ever understand his despair.