The villain's way to tame the protagonist

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The calm-looking young man pushed open the door, stepped into the light curtain, and came to the sea of ​​flowers... that he would never forget.

Amidst the seemingly endless colorful flowers, there stood a wooden house with a long hanging chair hanging outside.

Nothing has changed, as if time had stopped six years ago, in the beautiful time when Anser did not know the truth about the world.

Young Hydra walked through the endless sea of ​​flowers towards the simple cottage.

He walked very slowly. Although he was walking in a soft and beautiful sea of ​​flowers, it felt like he was struggling forward in mud.

Because along the way, he was almost driven crazy by his own thoughts.

If fate doesn't want me to have that power, then I must get it.

...No, but that's not right. Fate cannot be unaware that I have always had this idea. What if I do this, then it is actually His plan?

What would I become if I did this? Would I be heartless and ruthless? Would I become a complete monster? Would Sitana betray me because of this?

No, no... maybe fate made me think this way, so I instead -

Anser's breathing became heavier and the darkness in his eyes became brighter. It was not until he arrived in front of the wooden house that he tried to calm down. After calming his breathing, he gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The decoration inside the cabin is simple and plain, but it is this simplicity, coupled with some playful little items, contrasting with the light yellow color of the logs, that makes this cabin extremely warm.

The boy walked quietly in the wooden house, his hand touching the walls and furniture. Whether it was the portrait of a family of three or the small toys that Flamel had made at the request of young Ansel, they were all intact and remained in their original positions without a speck of dust.

Then, he went upstairs and walked into his bedroom first. After staying there for about five or six minutes, he came out and stood at the door of Flamel and Enelissa's bedroom.

He stood there for a long time, and finally, very slowly, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside, he pushed the door open and walked in.

The decorations and furniture inside... were exactly the same as the space where Flamel was creating.

It was just that there was much more life here than there. Moreover, Anilisa was not lying in a crystal coffin, but lying on a soft big bed, sleeping gently and peacefully.

Ansel quietly came to the bedside, half-knelt down, placed his fists on the edge of the bed, and looked at his mother.

At this moment, Anelisa seemed more alive than ever before. Even though she was clearly asleep, her breathing and her temperature were so real that they couldn't be more real.

Because this book is real, and the one sleeping here is his mother, Anelisa Delian herself.

Even though Anelissa had been destroyed by Anser, who was immersed in the abyss six years ago, leaving no trace of her existence, it was indeed her who was sleeping there.

Young Hydra held his mother's hands with both, and pressed the back of her hands against his forehead. At this moment, he had stripped off all his glamorous, superior, and intimidating identity, and half-knelt at the head of his mother's bed, feeling her warmth.

From the haggard and pale face I saw when I was born, to the smile that teased me when I was old enough to know how to be smart, to the way I acted like a spoiled child and not like my mother when I grew up, to the gentle look on her face that I could rely on at any time, and finally... to the ending where she disappeared into nothingness.

Ansher held Anilisa's hand, resting his forehead against the back of her hand, slowly and deeply, not wanting to miss any part... he recalled the past he had spent with his mother and father.

"Help me...Mother."

After this subtle murmur, all that was left was... a long silence of who knows how long.

The sound of slow and slow footsteps came from outside, and a man appeared at the door without anyone noticing, staring at them quietly.

Ansher, who had already noticed his arrival, gently put down his mother's hand and turned to look at the man standing at the door.

"Let's go out first."

Flamel Hydra smiled and said softly, "Don't disturb your mother."

Anser nodded silently and followed Flamel out of the house.

The father and son, who were rarely together, stood in the flower field. One of them looked at his wife tenderly through the window, while the other stood still, staring at his father's face.

"Annie, she should be able to wake up completely in four to five years."

Flamel smiled and said, "When the time comes, she will remember everything. Don't let her be too sad."

"...I thought you would choose to let your mother forget."

"It's too difficult. If I could, I would do the same."

Flamel shook his head and said, "In the process of reconstruction... Aini's soul is too fragile. I can't take any risks. If I simply delete her memory, with Aini's personality and ability, she will be able to get it back sooner or later."

"So." The man smiled casually, "You have to comfort her, accompany her, and protect her, understand?"

Anser lowered his head, his voice slightly hoarse: "I know, father."

Flamel's miraculous method of using soul fragments to create a soul that is absolutely identical to the original owner of the fragment was certainly not prepared for Ming Furo.

From the very beginning, this technology was designed to resurrect Anelisa.

But the original Anelsa had been annihilated by the abyss summoned by Ansher without leaving any fragments. Not even a particle was left. How could she be resurrected?

The answer is simple.

In... Flamel's own soul.

The Soul Head protects Hydra from the erosion of the abyss to the greatest extent by wedging itself with Hydra's soul. A part of his soul is already closely connected with Hydra's soul, and the two are inseparable.

This part of the soul can even ensure that even if an accident happens to the head of the soul, it can continue to slow down the erosion to a certain extent.

The soul fragment Flamel obtained, which was needed to resurrect Anelisa, came from his soul that was once inseparable from Anelisa.

He was crushing, cutting, and peeling off...his own soul.

This is the truth behind why Flamel, within these six years, had rapidly fallen to a level of erosion almost equal to that of the emperor.

It's not just because he lost the head of the soul, more importantly, he has been constantly cutting off the part containing the residual soul of Anelisa during these six years. At the same time, because the combination was too close, there were too many times in the process...even parts of his own soul were shattered.

Since the most important creation had not yet been completed, Flamel controlled the progress of resurrecting Anelisa bit by bit. During these six years, he almost used his own soul to maintain and feed the incomplete Anelisa.

Until now, he realized his ultimate creation. He was finally able to...completely split the last remnant of Anelsa in his soul and completely resurrect his wife, the mother of his son.

And his life came to an end.

"Next, it's a matter between us father and son."

Flamel smiled and said, "I want to ask you a question, Arthur."

Ansel did not answer, and Flamel continued:

"What the hell is that?"

He stared at his child, his ocean-blue eyes filled with an almost uncontrollable madness and violence:

"What on earth is that bastard that threatens you...that made you become what you are now?"

The entire flower field began to tremble violently. Of course, it was only for a moment. When Flamel looked at the wooden house, everything returned to calm.

"...Even at this point, you don't want to tell me?"

Flamel sighed lightly when he got no response, but smiled and said, "I'm sorry for asking you a question that embarrassed you at the end, Arthur."

The handsome middle-aged nobleman sat on the ground without any manners, stroked the flowers around him with his hands, and murmured softly:

"How pretty, isn't it, Arthur?"

“Only when I rebuilt all of this, I could understand how much effort Annie put in.”

He looked at his son and couldn't help but smile and said, "No matter how willful and undisciplined she is, she is still the best woman in the world, right?"

Flamel was so happy that his eyebrows danced: "She is the most perfect, so I don't need other women."

"Compared to someone so incompetent like me..."

The man who was smiling brightly just now sniffed the fragrance of the flowers and murmured:

"It turns out that a good woman like her is more suitable to live a long life."

Then, he, who was obviously no longer in his right mind, laughed again and again: "When I think of her crying and cursing when she wakes up and finds out that it was me who caused all this, why do I feel so happy... Arthur, come here."

He waved to Anser, and when Anser came over and sat next to him, Flamel said again:

"...I'm not a qualified father to leave so many things to you."

"I failed to protect you and your mother... I'm sorry, Arthur."

No one knows what this god who stands at the top of the world and can destroy everything with a wave of his hand was thinking when he said this.

He possessed the supreme power to create things out of thin air, but he was unable to save his wife in the first place. He possessed the terrifying majesty that made all things submit, but he still allowed despicable people to attack his family.

He thought he was omnipotent, but he could only watch his child grow cold and dark, becoming someone he didn't recognize. He watched him struggle in endless pain, and watched him become alienated from himself and his mother because of the pain, but he could do nothing.

Flamel Hydra is an incompetent and unqualified father.

"…Why are you apologizing, father?"

After a long silence, Anser finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Why, apologize to me?"

Of course, Ansel knew why Flamel said that. He had already thought about what Flamel would say and what he should say a long time ago.

But now, all the preparations are meaningless. When Ansel really faced his father and his whispers, he still couldn't control himself.

Because he is the one who has sinned the most.

Flamel Hydra originally had nearly ten years left to live.

In the original world line, Ansel, who was unaware of the future, witnessed the death of Anelsa and naturally did not awaken his current spiritual essence. Instead, he awakened the hunting spiritual essence in madness and became the most brutal hound in the empire, hunting for the murderer who killed his mother.

Effisand had no reason to attack Anther again, and Flamel suppressed the erosion of the abyss through a special method. After completing the final creation, he spent the last ten years with Anelsa and Anther.

The happiest ten years were spent away from troubles and sufferings, only with my family.

It was this ten-year window in which the Hydra clan did not interfere and control anything that gave the revolutionary army and the heroes the most precious time to develop and breathe; it was this ten-year window that allowed everything to move towards the most favorable situation for destiny and change.

What Ansel has to do is to cut off these ten years, and at this moment, he will hold the power to control everything and deal the most brutal blow to fate.

So he did as Ming Fuluo said, using his own spiritual essence as bait to make the emperor, who was increasingly eager to survive, target him, and to make Flamel, who was unwilling to leave a scorched earth for his own sake, willingly hand over his power to him.

And the price...

The price was that he would have to force his own father to death with his own hands and deprive Flamel of the ten years that he could have spent happily.

It is so extremely cruel, so vicious, and so... unforgivable evil.

Ansir Hydra was the one who clearly should apologize to his parents. He even thought that his sins were so great that he was not even qualified to apologize.

"why?"

Flamel burst into laughter. "Why? Why else?"

He placed his hand on top of Anser's head and rubbed the boy's head vigorously: "Didn't you ask me why, when Aini clearly doesn't understand alchemy or creation, she can satisfy my greatest desire in my eyes?"

At this moment, Flamel Hydra is not the God Race that is above everything, nor is he the greatest alchemist who holds the authority of the Creator.

But a father.

As a father, his expression, eyes and tone of voice revealed such pure joy and happiness.

"Because she created you with me."

"Anser."

In those ocean-blue eyes that were so identical to Anser's, proving their blood connection, there was only pure kindness and tenderness.

"You are the most perfect answer I can give to this world."

Ansel looked straight into his father's eyes. He knew that Flamel, who was trying his best to hide this spiritual essence from the emperor, must be very clear about his plan, his thoughts and what he witnessed.

He knew that he was going to force him to death.

But even so, Flamel still accepted it, even though he actually had the ability to live for a while longer and spend a happy and perfect time with his family; even though his desire for life and sublimation as an Old God was almost unstoppable; even though... even though he didn't even know why Anser needed his power so urgently.

But he accepted it anyway.

He transcended his attachment to his own happiness, transcended the instincts of the Old Gods, and didn't even need to look for reasons.

When his son forced him to take his own life, he readily agreed.

"Although it would be nice to think of Annie crying and cursing after she wakes up...but after that, don't let her cry again, Arthur."

Flamel stroked his son's head. He could still see some immaturity on that young face... He couldn't help but wonder, what was I doing and how was I doing at this time in Arthur's life?

Thinking this way, he no longer felt any regrets.

Because it can give a child who is an Old Deus but is suffering a thousand times more pain than himself the power to clear up the problem.

Thinking about the gift he left for Anser, Flamel felt that in the end... he had finally passed.

"You too, Arthur."

A relieved and happy smile appeared on the man's face:

"Take everything I have and destroy everything that would make you cry."

"From now on, stop suffering and live happily."