The villain's way to tame the protagonist

That scene must have been one of extreme cruel despair. Four grand dukes had died, and there were no more extraordinary people in charge. What awaited the common people of the Western Country was... the most miserable death.

But No. 9 didn't care. She didn't care about the greed and indifference of the extraordinary people or the cruel death that the civilians would suffer. After all, according to her original plan, she should slowly extend the duration of the dragon disaster to gradually eliminate the adventurers in the West who were unwilling to surrender. However, Anser denied her plan in order to solve the dragon disaster.

Yes, she didn't care, but someone else did. So regardless of anything else, after Anser said "Don't do anything unnecessary", No. 9 already had another plan in mind.

"It doesn't matter. We can still buy at least another week." Number Nine put his fingers together and said calmly, "You want to sell all the stuff and leave? That's not that easy."

Although Sodom and the other four territorial cities provided a sufficiently large market for the extraordinary people coming to the Western Kingdom, the order of this market... let alone maintaining it, No. 9 had even been secretly destroying it.

From obscure price disturbances to insidious trading frauds, No. 9 has done everything that could affect the circulation of dragon materials.

The price is driven up to a higher standard than the original market to prevent the extraordinary people from taking the dragon materials and running away; all kinds of false information about precious materials are used to retain the extraordinary people who have no interest in money and come purely to obtain materials; real and fake transactions are used to trap the extraordinary people so that they cannot extricate themselves; or various news are released to stimulate their desire to hunt dragons...

No. 9, Shadow Swamp, and Garden, the two major organizations under Ansher, together with some fifth-level extraordinary people, conspired to try their best to trap the extraordinary people who came to the Western Country. Therefore, even when the second wave of dragon disaster was so terrifying, the extraordinary people who had no responsibility to protect the Western Country only evacuated 20%.

The most crucial thing is that this plan was proposed by No. 9 before the second wave of dragon disaster occurred. At that time, she, like Ansel, was not aware that the rapid encirclement and suppression of the dragons would lead to a greater disaster.

Shadow Marsh, Garden, and even Ansher didn't know how she could make such a prediction in advance. They all thought that Number Nine did not calculate three steps ahead, but the step she took happened to be a springboard for the next three steps. Even so, it was still an incredible talent.

Only Su Silun knows...what is the real purpose of No. 9 in building these cities.

Susilen would never forget the moment when this woman suddenly appeared in her room.

Can’t forget… She asked herself in a creepy calm tone—

"What value do you think you have to Mr. Anser, Your Highness Susilen?"

Su Silun didn't know what value she had to Anser.

When she learned that all the grand dukes of the empire were either dead or lost, and when she learned that Ivora was really dead, she first felt an indescribable, almost trembling ecstasy, and then endless... emptiness and panic.

Does the current empire still need an emperor? Is there anyone in the current empire who can restrain Hydra?

What value does she have to Anser when she is useless except for her identity as a descendant of the Flame? Does Hydra, who is already irresistible and no longer needs to pretend, really need a so-called puppet emperor?

Just as Susilun was becoming increasingly uneasy due to this panic, Number Nine appeared and promised to give her a chance.

The condition is that she has to conspire with No. 9 and do something extremely crazy with her current identity which is still recognized and endorsed by Ansher.

Thinking of this, after thinking for a moment, Su Silun couldn't help but carefully ask No. 9:

"Number Nine... Sir, regarding Lord Anser and the power you mentioned, are you really..."

"What?" Number Nine turned his head slightly, and his hoarse voice was filled with a hint of sneer. "You think I can't become Mr. Anser's contracted head, right? Isn't it too late to regret now, Your Highness Susilen?"

"No... I'm not questioning your ability, it's just——"

Halfway through her words, she couldn't go on any further.

Because Susilen was indeed worried, because Number Nine had indeed not fulfilled the promise she made when she found herself.

——This madman said that she would become the first devourer of Hydra.

Until now, Su Silun still couldn't figure out why she believed her lies at that time. Did she realize that her situation was indeed precarious, or was she intimidated by her almost inhuman, demonic gaze?

In any case, Su Silun just hoped that the woman in front of her was not completely crazy, and hoped that what she said could indeed come true.

Number Nine didn't care about Susilun's opinion. She just felt that Anser had reasons to look down on this girl. Compared with Ivora, Susilun was far inferior... But it had nothing to do with her. She was just not suitable to show up and needed a chess piece that could be used and discarded at any time.

"time."

Number Nine said these two words inexplicably.

"..."

Su Silun didn't ask what it meant, because she knew she wouldn't understand even if she asked. The woman in front of her had been crazy and unconscious for a long time. She often heard Number Nine mumbling to herself incoherently, saying something incomprehensible. The only thing that was certain was that it was all related to Anser.

As he said this, Number Nine suddenly turned to look at Su Silun and said, "Do you know how far the dragon tide has spread?"

Without waiting for Su Silun to answer, No. 9 muttered to himself, "Forty percent of the sub-dragon species have broken through the defense line set up by Mr. Anser and are scattered all over the Western Country to hunt. Although Mr. Anser killed another ancient dragon species yesterday, two intact fifth-level dragons flew over from the Tiantu Mountains. Mr. Anser did not use the power called Deus Ex Machina today, but manifested his true body to fight them."

"Mr. Anser...is injured."

Hearing these words, Su Silun suddenly felt a fleeting chill, as if a formless evil spirit was wrapped around her neck, with its cold claws gripping her back and slowly scratching down.

"But physical scars are nothing to Mr. Anser."

Number Nine cast his gaze towards the bloody crack in the distant sky.

Because no one knows what is in the crack, the most widely circulated saying in the West is that although Anser killed Ivora, the endless flames of feasting will still pour out and burn the entire West.

"But Mr. Anser's heart is already at the breaking point."

Su Silun heard Number Nine say something in a very calm tone that made her heart stop.

Then she quickly realized that Number Nine was not calm at all. She, who once relied on her mind skills to maneuver between the emperor and Ivora, realized that the woman in front of her was now... like a vicious beast crawling in the thorn bush, covered in blood and scars.

She couldn't move or think. Any action she took would inflict hundreds or thousands of wounds on her body. Every step she took was not only destroying her body, but also cutting into her soul.

But where did such cruel suffering come from? Why did she have to go through such torment and suffering? Her scars... who gave them to her?

"Your Highness Susilen, do you know?"

Number Nine extended his hand to the half of his face covered with black lines under the mask, feeling the pain that was like thorns entwined around clusters of bones, as if about to pierce his flesh.

Her soul was clearly not being corrupted at this moment, but it was weeping and wailing because of the pain she had never told anyone about.

For someone who only cares about one thing, where can her hurt and pain come from?

"Do you know what the greatest curse in this world is, the one that even the Old Gods cannot escape from?"

She whispered softly and stretched out her hand toward the sun hanging high in the sky.

Number Nine slowly opened her slender fingers, and the sunlight shone through her fingers onto her mask. However, what Number Nine felt first was not the warmth of the sunlight, but the shadow projected on the mask.

Wherever the light shines, there it is.

Although she was a little confused, Su Silun still answered stiffly: "Mr. Nine, are you referring to... the erosion of the abyss?"

"Not something even I could cross."

"..." Su Silun was speechless and just assumed that No. 9 was in an unconscious state.

"It is love, Your Highness Susilen."

Number Nine put down his hand and spoke softly in an unprecedentedly calm and gentle tone:

“It brings such wonderful, happy redemption.”

"It can also bring...such a cruel and vicious curse."

She suddenly turned her head and said to Su Silun in a playful tone, "You may not believe it, Your Highness Su Silun, but the key to my obtaining the Devourer's Head is 'love'."

What was she talking about? Love? She wanted to rely on her love for Anser to gain the qualification to become the Devourer's Head? If loving Anser was enough to become the Head, then this generation of Hydra would have to have tens of thousands of heads!

Su Silun didn't think that Number Nine was the kind of person who was obsessed with Ansher... Although she was already very abnormal, Number Nine was extremely clear-headed, wise and correct in all decisions concerning Ansher... It was scary.

It was as if Ansher was telling her in person what to do next at every moment.

If it wasn't her love for Anser, then it could only be... Anser's love for her?

...Compared to the former, this matter is obviously more incredible.

How could Anser Hydra fall in love with such a crazy woman? Why did she think she could make Anser fall in love with her?

Su Silun couldn't get an answer, so she could only remain silent. At this moment, she really felt a little regretful, but it was obviously too late.

"I'm going to see Mr. Anser, Your Highness Susilen."

After saying these inexplicable words, Number Nine suddenly announced to Susilun that she was going to find Anser.

Su Silun was quite pessimistic about the outcome. She only hoped that No. 9 would not go completely crazy after his wish was not fulfilled, and at least give herself some time to explain to Anser.

Despite this, Su Silun still forced a smile and said, "Good luck to you, Mr. No. 9."

Number Nine did not respond to Susilen. The wheelchair under her suddenly turned into a pool of shadow, and she herself merged into it and soon disappeared without a trace.

Number Nine turned into a shadow and on the way to the teleportation array, his mind kept replaying every detail of his past interactions with the young man.

In No. 9's mind, those memories are like exquisite sculptures treasured in a display window. Even the smallest details are so lifelike, and every inch of them exudes a sparkling brilliance.

In comparison, all the other things in her memory, no matter how brilliantly they shone, were nothing more than broken stone statues and rotten wood.

She did regard Ansher as everything to her, but didn't she know the consequences of considering Ansher as everything?

Of course that's impossible. Number Nine actually knows it better than anyone else.

The others didn't know that Number Nine had already figured this out on his own, so they all thought that Number Nine was crazy, mad, or had been eroded by the abyss and his will was broken, or he had become completely addicted to Anther's evil nature.

But Nine knew that she was on the right path, the only right path.

A road that is actually very simple and not complicated, but one that no one dares to walk on.

She wants to use love to exchange for that power, for the position she has longed for countless times.

She was going to get her name back.

Chapter 1: You Don’t Love Me (W)

"FAUST!!!"

The roar woke Anser from his dream.

The young man who was taking a nap in the chair suddenly opened his eyes, and the clean and tidy simple study came into his sight, telling him that he was not in the meaningless battle three years ago.

"..."

The young Hydra was silent for a while, then slowly rubbed his temples and sighed softly.

"That's... ridiculous."

When did he become so fragile that he would dream even when taking a simple rest?

So far, fifteen giant dragons have set out from the Tiantu Mountains, four of which are extremely powerful ancient dragon species that have survived until now and have not been completely eroded by the abyss. Even in the original future, the dragons fought against the empire for their eternal allies. Anser also learned most of the dragons' background. But whether that is all of this race that can still occupy the center of the continent today... no one can confirm it.

Even if Anser could severely injure or even kill a powerful fifth-level dragon, perhaps another ancient and powerful dragon would awaken from its slumber and target its hunting desire at this rare and powerful enemy. With more and more extraordinary people evacuating, the defense line he maintained was on the verge of collapse.

Now, as long as a fifth-level dragon appears on the front battlefield and Ansher does not appear in time, there is no doubt that... a large number of extraordinary people will flee at the first moment, the already shaky defense line will collapse in an instant, and countless Western civilians will die under the dragon's fangs and claws.

At this point, there was no end in sight for the dragon disaster, and the bloody rift had not opened.

Fate was not in a hurry to make Anser make a choice, because his purpose was not to make Anser make a choice - to choose between the civilians of the Western Country and the intelligence of the mysterious force.

During this period of time, Anser has come to understand what fate really wants.

He wanted Ansher to bow his head.

As long as Ansher no longer pursues his revenge, as long as there is no longer a "never" in Ansher's heart, He promises Ansher a happy life from now on.

Without enemies or rivals, together with the two heroes who already belong to him, he will replace the destruction and rebirth originally brought about by the brave man and reform the empire.

——You already hate this stale and decadent country and order, so isn't it appropriate to put the power to destroy and rebuild everything in your hands?

Anser could even feel that fate was whispering this.

[Let all past hatred and grudges be wiped out, and under my gaze, move towards a new future with everything you love]

"Write it off... in one stroke."

The monster from the abyss suddenly laughed, and the invisible power caused by his increasingly out-of-control emotions enveloped the entire study in a distorted force field. The desk, bookshelf, ceiling, floor... all existing things were torn and crushed by the dark substance that appeared and disappeared from time to time, and then like the paint mixed together on a canvas, the whole room was pieced together and distorted into an extremely strange scene in Hydra's silence.

Hydra just stared silently at the air in front of him, and in his eyes, which had become dark without him noticing, there burned hatred and dead silence that did not need to be expressed in words.

He was able to face the ridicule and malice of fate, and could try his best to curb the rampant emotions in his heart and not let them show outwardly. However, when facing Xitana and Ming Furo, he could not control himself.

If he wanted to defeat fate, he made the wrong choice from the beginning.

Accepting Xitana and Ming Furo was not as simple as he imagined. He only had to worry about whether Xitana would become the original Beast King, and whether it would only destroy his plan to achieve the sixth level.

It is farther away. No, it does not need to be farther away. It is just that compared with the time scale in the eyes of fate, this period of time can be said to be a flash. He will become weak and become... full of mistakes.

If you are unwilling to abandon them, why would you be my enemy?

But it is impossible for Anser to let go of his hatred for fate because of Xitana and Ming Furo, just as the two of them would not give up the justice in their hearts that supported them to become heroes because of Anser.

Fate knew this even more, so in this game, it never thought of forcing Ansher to make a choice. All it wanted was for Ansher to look at the two girls accepted by him and see how far they were willing to go for him.

It doesn't matter what choice Anser makes in the end, as long as Anser understands that he has been bound by this eternal curse, as long as Anser understands that he will never be free unless he bows his head, that's enough.

Anser can only choose one between ego and love.

And this love is not just for Mingfroy and Xitana, but also the beliefs and qualities they both have that made Ansir change. It is the life he once abandoned, the ideals he once destroyed, the goodness he once trampled on... It is the existence called Ansir Hydra, and all the things he longed for but could no longer obtain at a certain time.

Compared to this, it doesn't matter whether to choose to save the civilians of the Western Country or to retake Ivora and obtain information about the mysterious force.

Even if Anser really found a way to recapture Ivora while preventing the dragon tide from breaking through the defense line and wreaking havoc in the Western Kingdom, it would only solve the problem at hand.