The villain's way to tame the protagonist

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After the wild battle in the alchemy workshop, Xitana and Ming Furo no longer locked themselves up all day and used various means to avoid meeting Ansher.

Just like now, Ming Fuluo, who should have been hiding in the workshop, is sitting on Anser's lap, carefully reading Anser's notes.

After a long time, the scholar closed the book, sighed softly, and leaned her head on Anser's chest with a complicated expression.

She closed her eyes and murmured tiredly, "So Anser is deliberately selecting the creations of the Tower of Babel, right?"

After Anther took over the Tower of Babel, moved this enterprising organization to the Hydra Territory, and provided it with a great deal of freedom and support, this group of geniuses who inherited Erion's legacy worked at full capacity and created countless creations that were beyond the comprehension of the extraordinary people of this era.

But most of them were rejected by Anther for mass production, or only a small part was tried out in Hydra Territory, and very few were popularized throughout the empire.

Ming Fuluo calmed down and realized what had happened. She wanted to contribute to Ansher, so she was naturally puzzled by Ansher's decision and came to seek answers.

Anser only gave a copy of his handwritten notes, which contained not only the knowledge from that world, but also Anser's own cognition and insights, with extremely detailed analysis.

"Do you understand it so quickly?" Ansher, who was reviewing the documents, looked down at Ming Furo.

"You've explained it clearly enough. Even if I can't fully understand it, I can still understand it simply." Ming Fuluo nudged Anser's chin in displeasure. "Do you think I'm Xitana?"

“…But productivity.”

The woman whispered unwillingly: "According to your description, Anser, the productivity that the extraordinary people can provide is obviously far beyond that world, but this world is still like this, it's really..."

"Because this world is deformed." Anser gently touched Ming Fuluo's head, "Advance or retreat, it all depends on the emperor's thoughts. Therefore, the operating rules of this world cannot be analyzed using the theories of that world before the end of the emperor's rule... But now it's different."

He accurately pulled out a document from the pile of documents on the table and handed it to Ming Furo.

"Report on the distinction between the extraordinary and the mundane..."

Ming Fuluo read out the title of the document with some confusion, while Anser said something that seemed unrelated: "The productivity that the extraordinary people can provide in this world is undoubtedly extremely exaggerated, but their 'productivity' is not the productivity mentioned in the theory you read."

"Because the core means of production they hold, that is, ether, is something that mortals can never touch."

Ming Fuluo was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and flipped through Anser's notebook, and quickly whispered: "This is called the monopoly of means of production, which will lead to..."

“No, no, no, it’s not as simple as monopolizing the means of production.”

Anser shook his head and explained patiently: "You have to remember one thing, Luo. When trying to use the knowledge of that world, you must not subconsciously apply its original concepts directly. This will lead you into misunderstandings, absurd and unrealistic misunderstandings."

"In that world, even if the means of production are monopolized, people who cannot control the means of production still have the final value, which is to provide labor. But what about us?"

Young Hydra spread out his palms, and the special fountain pen provided by the Tower of Babel automatically disassembled into parts in his hands, and then turned from parts into pure raw materials.

"Collection, logistics, processing, finished products..." He said quietly, and the raw materials automatically transformed into precision parts, and then reassembled into the exquisite fountain pen. "You will find that although most extraordinary people will choose to entrust mortals in the production process, this does not prevent... Even the lowest-level extraordinary people have the ability to complete the entire production process independently."

"Do you know what this means, A-Lo?"

Ming Furo's body leaning in Ansel's arms gradually became stiff, and a very bad answer emerged in her mind.

"It means...it means that mortals..."

She murmured in a trance, "Mortals...are unnecessary."

The reason why society is society is that all parts that constitute it are necessary, and human beings as members of society are of utmost importance. Even the most humble and insignificant people can play their role in society.

Not maybe, but definitely.

As long as a person is born, he must be meaningful to this society. But...what about in their world?

For extraordinary people who can independently complete all social production activities, are ordinary people indispensable in any link?

"The emperor accidentally used his supreme authority and power to bind the extraordinary people and ordinary people together, limiting the gap between the two to the greatest extent possible in terms of class."

Anser held Ming Fuluo's hand that was holding the report, and said softly, "But you already know that this is not the case. The chaos in this world has been covered up by the emperor's brutality. If it is not resolved, it will erupt sooner or later."

"If we always use the extraordinary as the core to drive the empire forward, then one day... this society will become a society that belongs only to the extraordinary, and mortals will become another 'species', a species that exists only to give birth to new extraordinary people, a species similar to livestock."

"And if the extraordinary people of that era found a way to create new extraordinary people without the need for mortals to provide population..."

Ming Fuluo gritted her teeth and said, "That means that as a mortal, we have lost the final meaning of existence?"

If so, then the existence of the Universal Aether Furnace...

"Of course not."

"So what should we do——"

Hearing those teasing words, Ming Furo turned her head stiffly and looked at Anser who was smiling, and the sad expression on her face froze there.

"How can you take things for granted, Luo?" Anser laughed and rubbed Ming Fuluo's face vigorously. "Let's not talk about the difference between production relations and social relations. The social group of extraordinary people is complicated enough. There is no reason to say that it will be like this. This inference is just the worst case scenario."

Ming Fuluo, who was being teased, had no expression on her face and said vaguely, "Is it funny?"

"It's really funny to see you think you understand everything even though you clearly don't, and ask me how to change society with a bitter and resentful look on your face...

The angry scholar bit Anser's palm and stared at him viciously.

"Okay, I was just kidding. This kind of inference is not meaningless. At least you understand it now... If we rely entirely on extraordinary power to push the world forward without changing the status quo, the future we get will definitely be problematic, right?"

Anser pointed to the document in Zhifu Luo's hand with a smile: "If you want to know more, take a look at the document in your hand. It's well written."

"...Since you have recognized me like this, the author must have learned a lot of knowledge from that world from you. Which of your subordinates is this?"

After being teased by Anser, Ming Fuluo, who was not in the mood to study, quickly scanned the report first: "After all, without that knowledge, it would be impossible-"

After reading the end of the article, Ming Fuluo fell silent.

Because the signature clearly read... Marina Lancemalos.

Now Ming Furo and Xitana can face Ansher normally, but they still can't face Marina normally.

Because their concepts are fundamentally different, it is not an exaggeration to say that the two sides are almost opposite in terms of their starting point as "followers".

However, although she couldn't face Marina, Ming Fuluo still accepted the report silently. She knew that Marina, who was now almost Anser's right-hand man, and who was once a mortal, had a depth of understanding of this twisted world that neither she nor Xitana could reach.

"Okay, okay, today's work is done, it's time to have a good rest."

Anser put down his pen and stretched, while Ming Furo suddenly trembled when she heard the word "rest" and her ears began to turn red.

After that day, she and Sitana slept in the same bed with Anser every night.

The passion and desire that surged after the conflict was resolved could not be relieved once or twice. This was the case with Ansher, Sitana, and Ming Furo... well, she didn't admit that she was like this.

"Today..." The scholar lowered her head, her voice softening a lot, "I want to go to the workshop to do more research..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller as she felt Anther's increasingly teasing gaze.

"Really?" Anser shrugged. "Then Xi'er and I can do it alone."

"you!"

Ming Fuluo raised her eyes and glared at Anser. After seeing his indifferent expression, she leaned her head weakly on his chest and sighed as if resigned to her fate: "Forget it, whatever you want."

"Why do you say that as if I'm forcing you?"

The evil devil laughed softly and said, "Come on, Luo, forget it. Just go to the workshop and spend the night with the furnace."

Veins bulged on the back of Ming Fuluo's white and tender hands. Although her body was made up of Nidhogg, she still had the same physiological reactions.

She grabbed Anser's collar expressionlessly and said word by word: "I want to sleep with you. Are you satisfied?"

"No, that's not cute."

Looking at the scholar lady whose cheeks were flushed but who was trying hard to appear indifferent, Ansel actually thought that Ming Furo was very cute.

"An…ser."

Ming Fuluo almost bit him but squeezed out the words from between her teeth: "Don't force me."

Originally, Ansher wanted to say, "What's wrong with forcing you?" After all, Ming Furo would always give in in the end. But considering that it would be better to save the cuter words for bed, Ansher gave up.

He smiled happily, put his arms around Ming Fuluo's slender waist, and his figure instantly disappeared in the study. The next second, he fell onto the soft big bed with a "bang", scaring Xitana who had just come out of the bathroom.

"Why is it like this again?"

The girl rubbed her wet short hair and complained, "Please stop being so scary. I almost punched you."

"Put your brain to good use. It will get moldy if left idle for too long."

Although she and Xitana have a very good relationship, Ming Fuluo is always sharp-tongued in front of Anser. Xitana retorted, "Then you should make good use of your fancy skills. Don't lie there pretending to be a corpse every time after only two or three hours. It makes me have to fight alone. It's useless!"

“…Hmph!”×2

The two girls snorted at the same time in tacit understanding. Shitana shook her head, and then her expression changed immediately. She showed a silly smile and trotted towards Anser, wet all the way, with the round thing on her body swinging around.

——I mean the water drops on her body that she didn't wipe off.

"Anse, Anse! Help me wipe my body! Oh, forget it. We'll go into the bathroom for the second round later anyway. Let's just hehehehehehehe now..."

"Can you restrain yourself, you bitch in heat!"

Having already thrown herself into Anser's arms, Xitana, with blurry eyes, gently kicked Ming Fuluo, bit Anser's throat lightly, and said disdainfully: "Then you can watch it for two hours and then generate electricity by yourself. I don't want to restrain myself."

After saying that, Miss Wolf impatiently unbuttoned Ansel's clothes, and it turned out that she was the most anxious one among the three of them.

"Hey Anser, why do you want me to do it today? Don't you usually--"

The next moment, all the passion and blush on Hitana's face disappeared.

She raised her head suddenly, and her face, which was flushed with desire just now, was now filled with murderous aura, and raging anger suddenly ignited in her dark red eyes.

Tear--!

The sound of cloth tearing was heard instantly, and along with it, the wolf, whose good deeds were interrupted, roared in extreme anger.

"Playing tricks...get out of here!"

Her figure left afterimages in Anser's spacious bedroom, and the water droplets on her body that had not been wiped off dried up almost instantly under such a rapid speed. In a moment shorter than the blink of an eye, the tall figure wrapped in the torn quilt broke open the floor-to-ceiling window between the bedroom and the balcony. Amid the sound of the quilt breaking, Shitana hugged the quilt tightly and looked around vigilantly, but she saw nothing except the bright moonlight.

Ming Fuluo, who was sitting sideways on the bed, finally reacted: "...What are you doing?"

"Someone is peeking!" Xitana was still looking around cautiously, and she shouted, "Didn't you feel it?"

Ming Fuluo was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Ansher.

Then, she knew that what Xitana said must be right, because she saw the vicious smile on Ansher's face that she hadn't seen for a long time but was still very familiar with.

...Anser will not allow others to peep at us unless the peeper will come to this bed sooner or later.

Miss Ming Fuluo, who had no intuition but understood Anser very well, sighed.

I don’t know, it’s that poor girl who’s going to suffer.

Hitana, who still couldn't find the peeper, shook her head irritably and turned to look at Anser: "Anser, you should also--"

She saw a strange woman in a white and black outfit standing beside the bed like a ghost, and Anser was looking up and looking at the woman.

Before Xitana was about to rush in and punch the guy in the head, Ansher raised his hand and signaled her to stop.

"The way you made your debut... was really special."

Hydra, who was half naked from topless after being stripped of half his clothes by Xitana, chuckled:

"Breaking into people's homes and spying on others, is this also the teaching of the Church of the Holy Spirit?"

"Your Excellency the Saint?"

Xitana, who originally wanted to beat the woman to death, and Ming Furo, who was puzzled as to how the other party appeared, fell into silence and even crashed at the same time.

Saint...woman?

And while they were stunned, the woman, covered in moonlight, entangled in thorns, with an expression always calm and indifferent, raised her hand.

"Rage." She pointed at Sitana first.

"Arrogant." Then he pointed at Ming Furo.

Finally, his fingers and eyes fell on the handsome young man in front of him, who was half-naked, revealing his solid chest muscles and strong arms.

"Lust."

She said this with absolute certainty.

Chapter 8: The Vicious Snake

"Are you sick?"

Miss Hitana, who had the word "rage" written directly on her head, cooperated very well to prove that the saint's evaluation was correct. She turned her head to look at Anser and said unhappily: "Anser, I want to beat her! Is it okay?"

"You can't touch her." Ming Fuluo, who had been paying attention to Xin, narrowed her eyes slightly, "This is not a physical entity."

Xitana was stunned for a moment, and then quickly showed her signature cruel smile: "You have to try this to know."

She turned her neck and twisted her wrist, a dangerous murderous aura emanated from her, and the shadow of the demon wolf behind her was looming.