The villain's way to tame the protagonist

All of this is to minimize the damage caused by the dragon disaster to the Western Country and to protect the innocent people living on this land who have already experienced too much suffering.

Ming Fuluo should have said something like “It’s okay, even so, we can get through this,” but she couldn’t.

Because of the crack in the world behind her that was emitting a fiery and crazy aura, she realized that this matter was not as simple as causing a greater dragon disaster.

Ansher had already told them about what happened in the maze, and told Ming Furo and Xitana about Ivora's changes and the hidden mysterious power without reservation. Therefore, Ming Furo could understand at this moment that the "opportunity for re-creation" that Ivora mentioned might be coming.

——At this moment when an endless dragon tide swept in from the other end of the sky, Anser could not escape.

The "Him" that Ansel just mentioned can only refer to fate.

The moment he discovered this shocking change, he understood that fate had regained the initiative.

In the matters of Mingfuluo and Xitana, fate had been restrained to the limit by Anther, and he had almost no choice. He could only use their own existence to influence Anther. Step by step, he was forced into a situation with no choice by Anther, and both times he was almost equivalent to becoming a loser.

And this time, He regained that breathtaking calmness.

How long could the opportunity created by Ivora last? There was no doubt that even if it was not fleeting, it would not last until Anser dealt with the dragon disaster.

How much effort and time it would take to snatch Ivora from the mysterious force, and during this time, what kind of horrific destruction the overwhelming swarm of dragons would cause, was still an unknown.

What if the dragon plague could continue indefinitely? What if the rift opened when Anser was locked in a fight with a high-ranking dragon? What if Mingfuluo was exhausted by then and could no longer maintain the Deus Ex Machina? Would he abandon Mingfuluo and the civilians and turn around to look for Ivora?

In this round, fate once again returned to that commanding, irresistible position.

——The countless civilians in the West that you care about because of your restored kindness, and the information you need because of your unwillingness to give up hatred.

Pick one, Hydra.

After all, I lost this opportunity to further defeat me.

Or will you choose to let the dragons eat away at your newly regained conscience?

Or……

Do you have a choice now?

Do you have a choice? Anser. After so many concessions, time and time again.

Ansher looked down at the girl who was holding his hand tightly, and saw unprecedented anxiety, worry, and irritability on her face.

He subconsciously raised his hand, gently rubbed her frowning eyebrows, and said softly: "It's okay, I have a way."

In fact, he had no solution at all.

He actually needs help more than anyone else right now, but he instinctively chooses to comfort the girl who is with him first.

If Ansir Hydra was not such a person, if he was still as cruel as he used to be, how could he do such a thing, how could he... fall into such a predicament?

Xier and A'Luo...will not accept me giving up the West Country.

They would try to help me solve both problems at the same time, but I can't let them do that.

Neither Xitana nor Ming Furo would be so selfish as to let Anser protect the civilians of the Western Kingdom and give up on taking over Ivora.

They would give everything to help Anser solve these two problems at the same time, even at the cost of their lives.

After all, they had risked their lives for Anser, once, twice, countless times. As long as it was necessary, they would not hesitate at all.

"…Yes, it's okay, Anser."

Just as he thought, Ming Fuluo whispered so, and a look of crazy determination flashed across her gorgeous purple eyes.

"I can help you solve this problem, Ivora... No matter what is forcibly binding her, just rescue her as soon as possible."

She looked up at Anser, and a peaceful and soft smile appeared on her usually cold face:

"It doesn't matter. Whether it's defeating fate or the salvation you long for, I will...get you everything you want."

"Trust me, Anser."

Anser's affinity with the abyss, and the degree of control over countless elements that he possessed after preaching, made the upper limit of the fantasy weapon, the Mechanical Deus, terrifyingly high, provided that... Ming Furo could withstand the erosion from the abyss.

No one knows how terrifying the surging dragon tide that is about to attack will be, and no one knows what kind of obstacles will be encountered in rescuing Ivora, but there is no doubt... since fate has set up this game, if Anser wants to win, he must pay a price.

He could have avoided all of this. If he had followed No. 9's plan and just let the dragon disaster spread, letting the adventurers in the Western country resist, letting this land suffer the same pain as before, instead of bringing in a large number of extraordinary people to hunt dragons, and he himself was anxious to kill high-level dragon species, then he would not have caused a more massive dragon disaster, and he would not have put himself in this dilemma where he had no choice.

He thought of all this instinctively, even though there had never been such an example in the past or in the future. But if he was still the devil he once was, he would definitely be able to perceive the trap of fate from his own deviated mentality and further associate it with the secret of the dragon disaster.

...If the dragon race, which has roamed across this continent for hundreds of thousands of years, really wanted to cause a disaster, how could it be that it could not even break through a piece of the Western Kingdom? At the very least, it would be a huge disaster that would affect the entire empire.

They are fully capable of bringing even more horrific destruction, but the arrogance of the Dragon King cannot even reduce the erosion of the abyss. Only truly powerful prey can summon more dangerous dragons.

Ansir Hydra should have thought of such an obvious thing, but at that time he was thinking about protecting the civilians of the Western Country. At that time, he gave in to fate.

From not to worry about it, to being harmless, to being a small trouble that is not difficult to deal with, to it being okay not to do it, and now... it is okay to even give in to fate.

So he lost, and lost so naturally. He voluntarily put himself in shackles and became a prisoner of fate again.

Anser was not unwilling to be forced into a dead end and a situation with no choice again. He was unwilling... why he gave in like this.

So easily, without anger, so calmly... gave in.

Is it because of Xi'er and A'Luo? Is it because of them? If I hadn't chosen to accept it from the beginning -

"...Anser?"

Ming Fuluo felt that the hand holding her suddenly became much stronger, almost painful.

After a few seconds of silence, Anser smiled again and gently rubbed Ming Fuluo's hand: "Sorry, I just said something weird."

"But you-"

"Don't think too much, A'Luo." Anser interrupted Ming Fuluo and stared into her eyes seriously. "Don't think about doing something as absurd and reckless as last time. I won't allow it."

"There is always a way..."

He murmured in a low voice: "Didn't we defeat even the emperor? This kind of trifle cannot defeat us."

Now is not the time to admit defeat. Even if I have no choice...I can still win.

No...you have to win.

If this time, Ansel lost the possibility of defeating fate because of this concession.

Then, how should he face the countless concessions that he may have to make in the future? How should he face... Xitana and Ming Furo who forced him to make such concessions?

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Afterwards, Anser urgently summoned the powerful adventurers active in the Western Kingdom and briefly explained the situation to them.

Most people did not show any fear about what Anser called the "more dangerous dragon disaster". Instead, they became more excited.

With the help of exorcists to deal with high-level dragon species, these extraordinary people who have poured into the Western Country can be said to be having fun without restraint. They don't have to worry about any accidents in the process of slaying dragons because there are simply too many people.

The third and fourth level dragons were no match for them, not because the dragons were not strong enough, but because no matter how powerful they were, they could not survive being surrounded and attacked by such an exaggerated number of people.

If they didn't kill fast enough, they wouldn't have triggered a second, more dangerous dragon disaster in such a short time.

And those extraordinary people who have tasted the sweetness and harvested a large amount of dragon materials will only regard the second wave of dragon disaster as a greater opportunity.

The meeting ended soon. Anser quickly dismissed this group of extraordinary people who thought they could make a fortune again, and stayed alone in the meeting room.

"Dragon disaster, Ivora..."

The huge conference room was empty, with only the young man sitting in the main seat, his fingers clasped together, eyes closed, thinking.

"The most likely possibility is that when I was resisting the dragon disaster, the rift suddenly opened, and Ivora couldn't hold on for too long, so I needed to rescue her in the shortest possible time."

"At that time, for Him, my most ideal state should be that my energy is exhausted. A Luo will not be able to maintain the Deus Ex Machina. If she is forced to maintain it and has to have the power to save Ivora, she will definitely... This situation cannot happen."

He held his forehead and murmured in a low voice: "But if I want to fight my way out of the siege and rescue Ivora without relying on the Deus Ex Machina, then I can only..."

Hydra looked down at the palm of his hand, his fingertips twitching slightly, and the pain and despair that he would never forget came to his mind again.

"There should be other ways. What I need most now is pure power, something that can help me with pure power."

Unless there is really no other way, Anser does not want to use that power on himself again... This game of fate, in the final analysis, still firmly blocks Anser's current power.

He has the ability to help the Western Country survive the dragon disaster, and if nothing unexpected happens, he also has the power to rescue Ivora from the mysterious force, but... he cannot achieve both at the same time.

Because although the ex machina is powerful, its limitations are also very obvious - it is not a power that Anser can squander at will, but Ming Furo is currently unable to maintain it for long, according to the intensity of the upcoming dragon disaster... Even if he is controlling the ex machina, under the premise of protecting the Western Country as the top priority, he and Ming Furo are bound to be in a tough battle.

If Anser had the power to easily sweep away all the dragons now, he would naturally not fall into this predicament... Or in other words, when Anser really has this power, it is fate that will be helpless, not him.

Shitana has not yet grown to the point where she can look down on the world. If she gets involved in the dragon disaster now... it will only be self-destruction. Anser knows very well what Shitana will do when she knows the predicament she is in now.

And now, it is impossible for him to pull up a strong enough fighting force out of thin air - not just the fifth level, but also strong enough. At least it must be able to fight against the thirty extraordinary people who can easily threaten Anser. If countless coincidences come together, Anser will not be able to deal with them at all.

…Now it seems that this was also a trap.

If half of those thirty people were still alive, Anser wouldn't have been in such a dilemma.

Anser had long been accustomed to this chain of cold calculations, and he no longer felt extreme hatred for it, or regretted why he had not discovered the problem earlier, but now... some thoughts still involuntarily emerged in his mind.

It was as if he subconsciously asked Ming Furo's words when he saw the Sky-Covering Dragon Tide and the Blood-Colored Rift appear at the same time.

——Did I make a lot of wrong decisions?

But Ansor couldn't really call it a "mistake". If it was a mistake, it would undoubtedly mean that he was refusing to change, refusing... Xitana and Ming Furo.

He was rejecting something that perhaps truly came from his heart, but he had to give it up.

Those things that he finally had the chance to pick up again, must not be thrown away easily again.

"…Now is not the time to think about these things."

Anser leaned back in his chair and sighed softly: "Even if we can directly pull out a strong enough fifth-level extraordinary person, it will not change the situation of the battle. It seems that we can only-"

dong dong dong-

For some reason, someone knocked on the door of the conference room.

"..."

Anser thought that the person coming to see him would be the anxious Sitana, but when he looked up, he found that he was wrong.

“…Come in.”

Why... did she come to me at this time?

Ansel looked at the frail girl sitting in a wheelchair who slowly came in from behind the gate, and some doubts arose in his heart.

"Mr. Anser, I'm sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"You do."

Although Ansel was not putting pressure on Number Nine, he did not look gentle either. Right now, he just wanted to think carefully about how to win this game that he had almost no chance of winning. He didn't even want to contact Ming Furo and Xitana, let alone Number Nine.

In the past, upon hearing such words, No. 9 would have left in fear, but now, she chuckled and said softly, "Then I should make up for my mistake, Mr. Anser."

Ansel had not intended to let her say anything more. Neither Xitana nor Ming Furo could help Ansel with this problem, and Number Nine was naturally even less likely to do so... Although she was special enough, no matter how special she was, she could not help Ansel at all now.

What Anser needs now is not a container, but a decisive force.

But... because of No. 9's extremely special "talent", Ansher decided to listen to her ideas.

He himself didn't know whether he wanted to get effective advice from No. 9 or just wanted... affirmation.

"Please give me the ring that represents the Devourer's Head."

Then, she uttered these incredible words.

Anser looked straight at the smiling No. 9 for a long time, then tilted his head slightly: "Do you know what you are saying, No. 9?"

"I know, Mr. Anser."

Number Nine said softly, "I know what your biggest dilemma is right now. I know the root cause of your inability to make a decision, and I also know how to truly help you."

"So you are asking me for the power of Qi Shou right now?"

"I'm not asking for it, Mr. Anser." Number Nine answered very seriously, "I'm trying to give it to the most suitable person when you need it most."

At this time, Anser could actually let No. 9 leave.

Anyone would think she was crazy, talking nonsense, or was controlled by the crazy desires in her heart. In any case, she should not be listened to anymore.

But after seeing the extremely serious look in Number Nine's eyes and hearing her name the "Head of Devourer", a possibility suddenly emerged in Anser's mind.

"You think... you are qualified to control it." Anser stared at the dark pupils of No. 9, "But do you know that having one more Devourer Head will not help the current situation at all?"

"You are wrong, Mr. Anser."

Number Nine looked at Anser from afar and said softly, "What you have gained is not a Devourer Head, but me who can truly offer you my strength."

Her words were difficult to understand and their meaning was incomprehensible.

"You mean, you think the power you offer can break the current predicament?"