The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Then, here comes another question - if the Emperor's order is destroyed, will the extraordinary people really lose their restraints and become truly extraordinary?"

As Ansher said this, he raised one hand and gently hooked his index finger.

Just as Susilen was about to take a quick step forward, her sister got there first - Ivora's legs were much longer than hers.

"What's wrong, Master Anser?"

Although she was extremely reluctant, Ivora, who had endured it countless times, did not need this opportunity. She whispered in Ansel's ear, and her voice did not sound stiff.

"Go meet the old friend you abandoned." Anser reached out and tapped his forehead, "Here are the coordinates."

Ivora was stunned for a moment, but quickly opened a portal made of blood flames in front of everyone according to the location given by Ansher.

On the other side of the door was a dark dungeon, and the person locked in the dungeon was very familiar to everyone present.

Raylan Ironblade.

Anser was the first to step into the door, followed closely by Ivora and Susilun. After looking at each other, Ji and Mu had no choice but to follow.

With his head lowered, the half-dead Duke Iron Blade moved slightly. He slowly raised his eyes and looked forward, his bloodshot and turbid eyes shrinking slightly.

In this war, Dormer, who stirred up the situation, was doing so for the church's grand plan. The revolutionary army was also his pawn. Ivora, who came halfway, also obeyed Ansel's orders... Among all the people, he was the only one who worked diligently and was determined to rebel. In the end, he didn't even know how he lost. It can only be said that he was a bit pitiful.

"Should I say...you are worthy of being the Regent?"

The man twitched his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "In the blink of an eye, all your enemies are now standing behind you grovelling?"

"In a way, they have never really been on the opposite side of me."

Anser looked at Raylan Ironblade with a bit of pity in his eyes: "I admire your courage, but I feel sorry for your honesty, Lord Ironblade."

Hua Hua Hua——

The special chains that pierced into the flesh and bones of Duke Iron Blade made a clanging sound. Because of his thin body, the blue veins on his neck appeared more prominent. However, no matter how angry he was, he could only... well, he could only be angry for a while.

"So, this is the purpose of sparing my life?" A sneer appeared on his face, perhaps laughing at Ansel's ignorance, or perhaps laughing at his own ignorance and misery.

"No, no, no... You also have your duties, Lord Iron Blade. As for now, I just came to ask you a question."

Anser, looking down at Grand Duke Iron Blade from a high position, asked a question that sounded puzzling to everyone present.

"Why did you start this rebellious war?"

"..."

Lei Lun was stunned. He was silent for a long time before he asked, "Is there any hidden meaning in your words?"

Anser smiled and said, "It's just the literal meaning."

This left him even more speechless - what was the point of starting a rebellion when the emperor was dead?

The Iron-Blade Grand Duke could only answer expressionlessly: "Conquer, plunder, rule, dominate... what else can it be except becoming the next emperor?"

"To become the next emperor is a great wish."

Anser first applauded. Although he did not look at Ji and Mu, he still said to them: "You two should have the same idea as Grand Duke Iron Blade. After the death of our emperor, every grand duke was eager to make a move. Every grand duke tried to recast the supreme crown and ascend the throne that looked down on the world."

There is no doubt that this is the case.

Then, the Regent sighed with some emotion: "So, this is what the extraordinary people should pursue? Risking everything, fighting each other, just to fight for the toy building blocks built by the Flame Clan. Authority, reputation... As extraordinary people, why are you no different from the primitive people fighting for the sovereignty of the tribe?"

"The extraordinary people began to truly despise mortals from the perspective of species, but they were still bound by the shackles of backwardness just like mortals."

"Even if the Emperor's order collapsed, the Extraordinary never gained true freedom."

Anser turned around. Ji and Mu were in shock and seemed to be thinking about something. Susilun was a little dazed. As for Ivora...well, she lowered her head. No one knew why she lowered her head. Anser didn't know what she was thinking.

The Regent made a regretful and compassionate conclusion:

"Because extraordinary people never know what they want."

They are clearly endowed with the ability to harness omnipotent powers, to call the wind and rain, and even to move mountains and fill the sea. However, every extraordinary person lives in a house built with wooden pillars and bricks. When they wake up every morning, they don’t think about exploring the deeper mysteries of the world, but which maid is better, or whether they should seize the territory of the noble next door... Isn’t this ridiculous?

This is not absurd, because the empire itself is like this, because the emperor will not consider those things, he only wants this country to provide him with the maximum entertainment and recreation to alleviate the erosion of the abyss.

This is absurd because the extraordinary people have been alienated by the emperor's rules and turned into "primitive people" with only power.

Ultimately, it’s because they don’t know what they really want.

If the extraordinary people are sober enough, they will only obey the emperor's power instead of being assimilated by the order of the empire. They wander around this land with only power, and because of the limitations of cognition and the constraints of self, they can never achieve true transcendence.

"If it weren't for the fact that the extraordinary people have an instinctive desire for transformation and advancement, then the extraordinary people... would really be just primitive people with power."

In addition to the power of the Grand Duke, there are many otherworldly organizations in the empire. Compared to them, these organizations are relatively sober-minded and pursue pure "power".

If such extraordinary people were the majority, then in fact most social contradictions would not arise. It is a pity that under the rule of the emperor and in the distorted order of the empire, such people are destined to be a minority.

Anser shook his head, walked towards the flaming door, and prepared to leave the dungeon.

"As for you, Lord Iron Blade... I hope my words can inspire you, allowing you to calm down and reflect in the following time, and eventually find what you really want. When that time comes, I will come to you again."

After giving Duke Ironblade such hope, Ansher returned to the workshop in the Tower of Babel.

Raw materials, parts, assembly... everything is still running in an orderly manner, just like the empire has been shattered, but the order is still solidified in the hearts of the extraordinary people.

"The extraordinary people... don't know what they want."

Ji spoke first: "Your Highness, the Regent, your words have enlightened me and helped me understand many things."

What Anser just said seemed similar to the idea of ​​the "Grand Duke of the Grey Tower", but in fact it was completely different.

The country of the "Sky Frost People" established by Dormer is more of a huge testing ground than a normal society. There are too many variables controlled by him and it is not worth referring to.

And Anser pointed out the real key point - under the emperor's thousand-year rule, the extraordinary people living in this order are not accustomed to the rules of mortals, but do not know what they want.

Extraordinary people can certainly have their own desires and personalities, and they don't all have to be seekers of truth. But no matter how complicated they are, they should never wallow in this small world with ordinary people.

They don't know how to satisfy themselves, let alone what to do or how to properly use their extraordinary powers to satisfy themselves. In the end, they show a kind of "primitive" and "backwardness" that can even be called pathetic, and is definitely not extraordinary.

The deeper he thought about it, the more his self and faith were shaken.

Because of the young man in front of him who was smiling but not saying anything, the future he was seeing seemed so far away, yet so... clear.

What was shown before was a rough blueprint for future development, and Ji originally thought that Anser's plan would end here. But who would have thought that he had not only a blueprint for development, but he had also made corresponding considerations for the direction and adjustments of the entire society after the development was completed.

When all mortals become extraordinary beings, they can use that nearly omnipotent power and, under the guidance of Anser, find what they really want to do. With the universal ether furnace, data systems and Ethernet providing unlimited assistance...

A world where everyone can realize their dreams, away from all struggles and chaos, a real... paradise.

Compared to the church which simply sets a goal and a direction and then painfully gropes forward for eight hundred years, such a "leader" seems... more worthy of following?

"I am pleased by your recognition, but I must remind you that no matter what I promise, it will probably take many years to come true, perhaps fifty, sixty, or even hundreds of years."

Having presented such a beautiful picture, Anser did not continue to publicize his ideas. Instead, he warned solemnly: "The whole process will not become simpler because of my control over the empire. I may even encounter many troubles that I may not even be able to predict."

Ivora, who had kept his head slightly lowered, had his eyes tremble slightly.

"Who hasn't experienced that, Your Highness?" Mu seemed more positive than Ji, and he seemed to be almost completely on Anser's side. "The church has also experienced countless hardships in the past eight hundred years... We understand your concerns very well, and we will definitely be able to help you!"

Stupid, this devil has torn your dreams into pieces and trampled them into worthlessness, and now you want to turn around and lick his boots?

But no matter how much Ivola belittled and ridiculed Mu and Ji, she couldn't deny one thing in her heart - unless someone had the same position as her and was completely opposite to Anser, anyone standing there would be convinced by Anser.

Why...why did it seem that all the difficulties would automatically collapse in front of him? Why could he solve all problems just by talking?

The impoverished princess clearly always believed in the absoluteness of power, but now she is so crazy jealous of the power that Anser possesses, which is beyond power.

Should she do the same? In terms of power, she no longer had any room to resist Anser. If she wanted to find a chance to turn the tables, relying on pure violence was hopeless. She could only look for other possibilities.

But where exactly is the breaking point? Is it really necessary to wait for the next few dozen or even hundreds of years for Ansher to reveal a flaw after facing a predicament he had never expected?

When she thought of the bright future that Anser had described, Ivora felt the flames of feasting burning her soul.

"Okay, you two can continue to look around Babel Tower and Oren. If you have any questions, you can contact Hendrick and he will help. As for me... I have to go somewhere else now to do some small things."

His Royal Highness the Regent took the initiative to say goodbye to the two bishops, and then cast a very gentle look at his personal maid.

Ivora hated this kind of look, the kind that seemed to tell her all the time, "I've seen through you."

"I'm sorry to trouble you again, Ivora."

"…This is my duty, Master Anser, where are you going?"

But no matter how much she hated it, she still had to call him Young Master, not even a syllable less. She should even be thankful that Anser didn't let her address him as Master like Su Silun did.

Then, the maid heard Anser say, "Go to the Lost Sea."

"Okay, lost--"

Ivora, who opened the portal subconsciously, froze in place.

Go to...the Lost Sea?

Chapter 8: Game Begins

The Lost Sea is a forbidden area that is difficult for humans to enter.

For thousands or even tens of thousands of years, countless extraordinary people have tried to explore and develop this area with an absolutely enthusiastic spirit of adventure, but it turns out that just as dragons cannot overthrow the empire, humans cannot get their hands on the ocean.

In the area controlled by the Old Deus, only things that it allows to exist can exist.

And it just so happens that the Abyss Caller is the most special existence among the divine species. It... or rather, their characteristics, make the entire Lost Sea completely under the control of this "race" in a true sense.

Anser and Ivora appeared above this forbidden area, one looked like he was on vacation at the beach, and the other looked like he was walking to the execution ground.

"Relax, Ivora, you're getting a little nervous."

Anser pinched Ivora's chin and observed her stiff face for a long time, then sighed: "Is this place so scary?"

"…If I remember correctly, Master Anser."

The flame, which was equivalent to Ivora's soul but was already incomplete and broken, was now trying its best to restrain the fluctuations that symbolized the feasting flame. Ivora, who had always been as dazzling and scorching as the sun, had to hide himself so sadly at this moment.

She lowered her head slightly, her tone becoming a little unstable: "One of the reasons you sent me to the North was to keep me away from the Lost Sea and avoid being discovered by Effisandr."

"But if it were you, you would have thought of it... Although I do have this idea, it is more important to make you appear in the North in a reasonable way, so that I can have a reason to convince Xi'er."

Anser looked down at the sparkling sea. The endless ocean stretching to the horizon showed its beauty under the breeze and warm sun, which was refreshing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed: "After all, no one knows what happened to our emperor, right?"

"You...you don't know either, so why did you bring me here?"

Anser was looking at the calm and beautiful sea surface, but what Ivora saw was the endless horror beneath the sea surface.

The greatest terror for her—something that was ten thousand times more terrifying and dangerous than Ansir—was hidden in the deepest part of the ocean.

Ivora stared at Anser and said, "Aren't you worried that my mother, who should have turned into a pile of rotten meat, would burst out of the ocean and burn up my remaining talent for her own use?"

Even though Anser seems to have absolute control now, he is still not a true sixth-level god, and that absolute power is not in his hands.

This guy had only found half of the Qi Capital, but he was not in a hurry at all... Did he think that this amount of power was enough? Did he think that this amount of power was enough to deal with the Dragon King, the Abyss Caller, and that bitch who didn't know whether he was alive or dead?

Ivora was completely confused about what Ansher was thinking. She couldn't understand why Ansher suddenly went crazy and brought herself to the Lost Sea. Did he expect Efesand to spare his life after eating him?

The sea breeze blew up Ivora's hair at the temples. This should have been a very beautiful picture, but because of the protagonist's difficult to conceal bad expression, the picture did not look pleasing to the eye.

——But in Anser's eyes, it is actually very pleasing to the eye.

Hydra came behind Shangyan, reached out and untied her bun, and her naturally curly flame-colored hair fell down. This was Ivora's previous hairstyle - in her words, it was a beauty that did not require any embellishment.

Anser came back to Ivora and looked at the current appearance of the once arrogant and tyrannical princess. Judging from the appearance alone, the current Ivora is basically the same as before. Judging from an objective point of view, our Princess is still as beautiful as ever.

But the most important qualities about Ivora, so important that people can't even pay attention to her external characteristics, are now almost gone.

"Anxiety, restlessness, uneasiness..."

Looking at Ivora who subconsciously avoided his gaze, Anser sighed:

"Ivola, Ivola... We have known each other for more than ten years, but I have never seen you like this, so weak, so... pathetic."

A cluster of unstable flames suddenly burst out beside Ivora, but soon disappeared without a trace.

Anser, like an unscrupulous young master teasing a maid, reached out and grabbed her hair and gently stroked it, his face full of regret: "Where is the Ivora I know? Let me think, if it was her from before, would she ask me in panic why I brought her here, like she did just now?"

He pretended to think for a while, then shook his head: "Of course not, that's not what Ivora would do..."

"She must have wanted to burn herself to ashes, or even burn all of her remaining talent, just to wake up her mother whose life or death was uncertain - so that she could devour her flesh and bones."

The evil and cruel smile that Ivora was most familiar with appeared on Hydra's face: "She will think - 'Anser, should I let that bitch eat me and then kill you, or let me return to the top through her and fight you to the death, choose one'."

"Well... I can even imagine how passionate and crazy she looked when she said this."

Anser closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something beautiful, and a smile appeared on his face that made Ivora gradually begin to tremble.

"This is Ivora. He would rather perish with his enemies than live in this seemingly passable situation."