A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

"Fear, instinct, the proof of existence."

Yet Flamelle merely smiled and said, "Excellent... You show a tendency to become an independent entity, which would be somewhat troublesome if you were merely a scattered collection of essences."

"To simply harness the elements of annihilation, then..."

The divine of the realm of alchemy tapped his scepter. In just a fleeting moment amidst the endless elements of annihilation, countless regular pentagons appeared out of nowhere, each maintaining an exact equal distance from all others around them. The gaps that seemed to exist between them actually formed an absolutely sealed net.

If one could observe from a higher perspective, they would see that these numerous pentagons... had encapsulated the very concept of the deepest abyss of destruction within a sphere!

The destructive vibrations that emanated from its fear were instantly nullified upon contact with the invisible barrier formed by the interconnected pentagons.

"Hmm... The erosion rate is much lower than anticipated. Perhaps the nascent consciousness makes it more difficult to purely, instinctively wield the power at the core of the Zero Realm Enigma. What a pity."

Flamelle gazed at the violently trembling irregular polyhedron, murmuring to himself, "Do not disappoint me."

With a slight forward motion of his scepter, the spherical seal formed by the pentagons rapidly closed in.

"Regeneration, eternity, harmony, stasis... Seventeen elements achieve the most perfect combination in an instant!"

Toradon’s eyes blazed with a disturbing, morbid fervor, "The pinnacle of creation… the miracle of alchemy!"

"Here we go again." Lawrence, perched on Ansel’s shoulder, curled his lip in disdain, "The moment the boss makes a move, Toradon starts raving. I can hardly stand the guy. But, although I say this..."

He licked his fangs, his small eyes emitting a blinding blood-red light: "The boss is indeed... the most invincible existence in this world!"

How perilous is this abyss of pure destruction, composed of the essence of annihilation?

It ceaselessly destroys everything except destruction itself, not limited to physical entities, but also... concepts.

The concept of light, of life, of gazing... Even the pact heads are unable to converse without sufficient power, as the abstract concepts of sound, communication, and transmission are also eradicated.

Yet within this absolute annihilation, Flamelle effortlessly sealed the conceptual existence born from this destruction with the bizarre "regular pentagons" he conjured from nothing.

In a mere thought, an alchemical creation containing seventeen complex elements materialized from thin air. No one witnessed the process of its making, not the procedure, not the tools, not even the environment... Flamelle did not even present the raw materials, yet it appeared so.

To create amidst utter destruction, and to do so… with such ease.

This power is the spiritUal essence that Flamelle of Hydral possesses, the reason he stands unparalleled in the field of alchemy, with no predecessors and likely no successors.

As long as he can construct a sufficiently precise understanding of the principles and effects, he can disregard any axiom, law, or rule of the world. No tools, no process, not even materials are necessary, only the output of ether... to create anything desired from nothing.

Spiritual Essence · The Creator!

Of course, this essence is limited by Flamelle’s cognition and stature, still a distance from true omnipotence. There are still some things he must create through the normal alchemical process, but such things are few for Flamelle, which also signifies... just how precious they are.

For Flamelle, creation is an instinct, a triviality that can be realized with a mere gesture. Only the most challenging, most precious, or... personally significant things prompt him to proceed with the methodical process of alchemy. Stay tuned to NovelBin.Côm

Flamelle quietly observed as he effortlessly sealed off the core of the abyss of destruction, his eyebrows suddenly raising in a gesture of realization.

"We can’t just let those two ladies idle away in this pitch darkness, right, Ans?"

He turned to Ansel, a smile playing in his nearly identical sea-blue eyes:

"You need to complete this journey with them, in the light."

"Then..."

Flamelle casually waved his hand: "Let there be light."

Thus, the divine being, who had already reached the pinnacle of creation, conjured light amidst the endless destruction and darkness… for his son and those dear to him.

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The journey back was much livelier than the way there, with five pact heads of varying but generally approachable personalities chatting casually, Flamelle never restricting their relaxed demeanor.

Flamelle, toying with a dark orb of light in his hand, then addressed the three young people behind him: "How do you feel about this short trip?"

Ansel remained silent, the "intellectually rich" Seraphina scratched her head, unsure of how to respond, until Helen spoke up to avoid the awkward silence:

"It broadened my horizons, making me realize... the true vastness of the world."

"Heh, thinking that we might just be one of the countless enigmas, do you feel insignificant?"

The divine species laughed heartily: "That’s unnecessary, our world is undoubtedly the core of this vast enigma."

"Even if... the Zero Realm Enigma is infinite?"

"The Zero Realm Enigma is never infinite; it merely cycles through creation and destruction. As for why I’m so certain our world is the core, you might understand it as... well, the perception of a divine species."

Flamelle generously explained secrets that most people would never learn in their lifetimes to Helen.

The petite scholar nodded thoughtfully, respectfully saying, "I’ve learned much, Mr. Flamelle."

"Not discussing the alchemy we just witnessed... very pragmatic, little Helen."

Flamelle nodded with a smile: "I appreciate your down-to-earth nature."

Then, he turned to the somewhat timid Seraphina, half-hidden behind Ansel, stammering unsure of what to say: "And you, little Seraphina?"

"I... um..."

Miss Wolf awkwardly shifted her gaze: "I... actually really wanted to go up there and fight the thing you were controlling, Mr. Flamelle. Does that count as a thought?"

Flamelle paused, then laughed even louder:

"How could it not count! The courage to fight and battle... that’s indeed the greatest value of Ans’s pact head, and you should be proud of it, Seri."

This of course thrilled Seraphina, but she was no longer the fool who would charge headlong like a wild boar. The young girl tried her best to restrain her joy, cautiously saying, "But... recklessly provoking those beyond my reach could cause trouble for Ansel."

"Who is perfect from the start? You will always grow, Seri."

Flamelle smiled at Ansel: "Even Ans wasn’t always like this—"

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