The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The woman's expression relaxed. She hugged Anser and said softly:

"Promise mom that you will be a kind person."

"The word kindness is a bit far away from me and my father, mother," Anser replied.

"…No, Anser, you have the wisdom and the power."

The woman hugged her son tightly. "Those who possess both power and wisdom will have greater options. This is what you told me, Arthur."

She looked at Anser, and her equally beautiful lavender eyes contained the purest expectation and tenderness:

"You must be the most selective person in the world, aren't you?"

Little Ansel was silent for a while, then nodded.

"You're right, mother. If it's the kindness you expect, I don't think it's difficult to do."

He has the confidence that in that world, even acts that can be considered oppression can be considered holy deeds in this era of extremely backward systems and thinking.

The woman laughed happily: "I don't intend to force you to do this, but..."

"But what mother would want her son to have blood on his hands and be riddled with sin, right?"

Anser said at the right time.

"You bad boy!" The woman slapped Anser on the forehead. "Such touching words should be spoken by me!"

After the chopping, she rubbed Anser's head again and said gently: "But it doesn't matter if your hands are covered in blood and you are entangled in sins."

"Arthur, whether you are kind or evil, as long as you never feel pain for what you have done, you have never deviated from my expectations of you."

Anser touched his head, looked at his mother for a long time, and suddenly said, "I think I understand why my father is called the longest-lived Hydra."

The woman smiled and tapped his forehead. "You are so smooth-talking...Okay, I'll make something to eat. You can read your book slowly."

She left the hammock and walked into the cabin, while little Ansel, who was flipping through a book, watched her back. When his mother closed the door of the cabin, he immediately closed the book, closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair, and let his thoughts sink into his mind.

Compared to the knowledge of this era, everything about that world fascinated Anser more.

Technology, thought, social system, historical development, culture and entertainment... Anser spent ten years and only glimpsed a corner of that world in his vast memory. Although there was no extraordinary existence, it was much more exciting than this empire that had been dead for a thousand years and had not made any progress.

When his mother went into the house to cook, Ansel was already enjoying the entertainment of that world in his mind. He always combined work and rest. The guy who sat there studying and working all day long could be anyone, but definitely not him.

"Unfortunately, in this society dominated by the extraordinary, no one will explore energy sources other than ether."

Little Anser sighed in his heart: "It is too difficult to reproduce the many entertainment methods of that world."

He was looking for interesting new things in the well-defined entertainment areas. Half a month ago, he discovered a strange product called electronic games here. It was extremely interesting, but unfortunately Anser couldn't perform any operations and could only watch the owner of the memory operate.

"What should I watch this time..."

Anser talked to himself as countless images flashed by and passed before his eyes.

"Or whatever... huh?"

His mind paused slightly, because among the countless images that just flashed by, he suddenly saw a scene that seemed familiar.

Extracting that scene from his memory, Anser was slightly surprised by the cover of this "Game Memory".

“Heavenly salary…”

He murmured in confusion: "Why is it a sky-high salary?"

The imperial capital, Tianxin. Although the picture was processed into a game, Anser still recognized it at a glance. This was the imperial capital, Tianxin City.

With strong curiosity, Anser went deeper and began to watch everything about the game.

As a result, less than ten seconds into the game, the scene contained in this memory immediately turned black and shattered like melted paper.

"…Damaged? What a coincidence."

A lot of the time traveler's memories were destroyed by the burning of the Feasting Flame. Anser had become accustomed to this situation after ten years of reading experience. He skipped the burned memories, quickly found the parts that were still intact, and continued reading.

"Shitana Lancemalos... a remote village in the north..."

As for this part, little Ansel sped up as he watched it - because the protagonist of this part was too stupid, he was not in the mood to watch it any further.

"Ming Fuluo...Tower of Babel? Isn't Tower of Babel the recently established Ether Research Institute?"

What unfolded from the heroine's perspective made Anser's doubts more serious. Although he had never heard of Ming Furo, Anser had seen the Tower of Babel and some people who appeared from the protagonist's perspective in real life.

His father occasionally communicated with the Tower of Babel, and Anser also visited the new research institute that intended to compete with the Ether Institute. The founder of the Tower of Babel he saw... was almost exactly the same as the one in the protagonist's perspective.

Anser did not regard this as a coincidence. His accumulated knowledge and wisdom gave him a vague feeling of something very bad. He began to speed up his reading until -

Until the four large red and black characters "Hydra Chapter" came into his sight.

"..."

The boy looked at the title that seemed to be stained with blood and deliberately rendered in a terrifying font, and silently pushed forward the picture.

"Hydra, it's over."

In the rainstorm, the tall and slender white-haired woman spat out blood. Although she was covered in wounds, her arrogant and lofty temperament was not damaged at all. She raised her chin and sneered, "Your eight heads are all gone, and you still want to fight four of us?"

"Let's finish this quickly." Another woman in a white coat beside her said lazily, "We don't have time to waste."

"Then I will put an end to his evil deeds."

The ethereal voice echoed in Anser's ears. In this memory, he was watching all this from the perspective of a bystander.

“…No, Ms. Xin, please let me come.”

"Hydra", who was already seriously injured and had blurred vision, heard the sound of boots stepping on the rain getting closer and closer. He seemed to want to struggle to stand up, but fell to the ground in a very embarrassing manner.

[This is, Hydra? ]

"Do you think... this can kill me?"

“Hahahaha… Hahahahaha! Hydra will not die! I am the end of monsters, I am the end of the abyss! Even if I lose all my heads, even if only my origin is left, I will destroy your hunter, yes—”

boom!

The roar exploded amid the heavy rain. The white-haired woman who had just stood there stretching her body instantly came to where Hydra was. She stepped on the other's spine and broke it. She brushed her white hair behind her head with an unhappy look on her face.

"Such a noise... Hey, Miss Virgin, are you going to do it or not? If not, I will give him a quick death."

Anser looked in disbelief at this "Hydra" struggling so pitifully and humbly. The great power that made the whole empire tremble seemed to have never appeared in him at all. He was like a mad dog with a broken spine. He roared unwillingly while being trampled on, unable to change anything.

How sad, pathetic and ridiculous.

Now, Anser felt a little relieved, because he was sure that this could not be Hydra. No Hydra of any generation would ever fall to this -

"…I'm sorry, Ms. Sitana, but I won't waste my time."

Everyone's appearance was a little blurry in the rainstorm. Ansher saw a woman with shoulder-length hair walking towards Hydra who was stepped on by the white-haired woman, half-kneeling on the ground and drawing the long sword at her waist.

"sorry."

She said apologetically:

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you. This is... the only thing I can do for you—"

"——Mr. Anser."

Boom——

The lightning that seemed to tear the sky apart split the memory picture and also split Ansher's consciousness.

【That woman, what did she say just now? 】

[She called that guy who was worse than a dog...what?]

When Anser was in a daze, the picture that was split by lightning began to gradually transition, and the picture changed from deep darkness to clear haziness. With a childish cough and a cry of surprise, the picture gradually became emotional.

Then, Anser saw his father and mother.

Memories of his childhood flooded into Anser's mind. The same opening of his eyes, the same scene, his parents' smiles at that time were all engraved in Anser's memory, exactly the same as what he saw now.

His father's hearty and joyful laughter, his mother's tired but happy expression... The scenes presented by this "game" are exactly the same as the memories that Anser has remembered since he opened his eyes.

So real, so—

terror.

*

"destiny."

Anser opened his eyes.

He indifferently stripped away the surging emotions in his heart and whispered the words he hated the most.

Fate, by now, must be watching all this.

What is certain now is that his feelings for Sitana are abnormal and must be an illusion caused by fate.

Just a girl, a stupid, cocky, arrogant girl who always gets into trouble.

Ansher had seen people who were gentler than her, more beautiful than her, and also more obsessed with him than her.

Anser knew so many girls like this that he couldn't count them all. So why did he like Xitana, who was inferior to them in every aspect? Why did his feelings for her become so intense?

There was no doubt that it was fate at work, Anser told himself.

Why did He do this? It was very simple. He forced himself to let go of his fear of the Beast King under the impulse of this emotion, and to believe that Xitana would not become a self-centered beast in the future with that illusory and rootless "love".

His feelings for Xitana were just the result of fate, but Xitana's nature was an established fact.

She is a beast that craves evolution and transcendence, a tyrant that will never allow anyone to be superior to her. She even surpasses Hydra, a humanoid monster, in the element of beast.

One year, two years, three years...Xitana's loyalty might last ten years or even longer.

But Anser ten years later might be a different person than she is now, and one day, she will become the future Wolf Emperor.

At that moment, he will become food for Sitana.

"So, I win this time."

Anser whispered this and disappeared from the spot.

He appeared not far from where the Red Ice Python was active, staring at the tiny figure with an expressionless face.

"Even if you fail to make me foolishly and impulsively reach a contract with Xitana, your plan will not fail. You are always more prepared and have more options."

Now, Shitana is in a state where she can be promoted to the third level at any time. There is no doubt that fate will not let her die here. In other words... Shitana will gain some insights or opportunities in this battle as she said.

"Xitana must understand this, then she will give up that childish idea."

Ansher understood Hitana. The most unacceptable thing for her now was to step into the control of her destiny.

She said those words at the time more to move herself, and if the "gift" of fate really came, Shitana would definitely not accept it, and she would suddenly realize that her thoughts and ideas were still under the guidance of fate.

Therefore, out of disgust with her fate, in order to get Ansel's help, she will eventually choose to give up her delusion.

Although after this... the relationship between the two will most likely never go back to the way it was before, Anser doesn't care.

He watched the girl charge into the icy current, his expression unwavering as red frost formed on her hair and cloak.

Each level of advancement in the extraordinary rank is a leap-forward change, and as the rank gets higher, the transformation becomes more exaggerated.

The transformation from the third stage to the fourth stage can, to some extent, be compared to the gap between a rifle and a top heavy tank.

It is no exaggeration to say that as a peak fourth-level Red Ice Demon Python, it can freeze Shitana to death on the spot just by breathing cold air at her. Moreover, if it were a normal second-level one, it would have died before it even reached the Red Ice Demon Python.

In fact, Sitana already felt like she was about to die.

The biting cold was even more terrifying than a severe cold wave. Perhaps it was because other elements were added to the cold current continuously emitted by the Red Ice Python, causing the cold to be so bone-chilling that Shitana's limbs became increasingly stiff.

"This kind of thing...even if I transform into the third level, I may not be able to kill it."

The girl gritted her teeth and muttered, "Anser is a guy who can really find work for me, but... hehe..."

The wolf, whose lips were already slightly purple, smiled without any resentment or fear in his heart:

"This also shows how much that weird guy trusts me!"

Step by step, she changed from running wildly to jogging, and from jogging to trudging. When she came in front of this fifty-meter-long behemoth, she could not even stand steadily, let alone throw a punch.

"…This is really true."

With frost on her face, Xitana whispered tremblingly: "What I just said is really a bit like a joke. I was too arrogant."

She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and tried to swell her cold and stiff muscles, so that the blood could warm up and continue to flow in her body, transferring strength.

"But, at the very least... we can't just stand here—"

"If you can't even throw a punch, you'll die!"