A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 738 Letting Go and Moving On - II

Ansel looked down at the girl tightly gripping his hand, seeing unprecedented anxiety, worry, and frustration on her face.

Instinctively, he raised his hand to gently smooth her furrowed brow, saying softly, "It's alright. I have a plan."

In truth, he had no plan at all.

He needed help more than anyone else right now, yet he instinctively chose to comfort the girl by his side first.

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If Ansel of Hydral wasn't this kind of person, if he were still as cruel as before, how could he possibly do such a thing? How could he... find himself in such a predicament?

Seri and Venna... they wouldn't accept me abandoning the Western Lands.

They would try to help me solve both problems simultaneously, but I can't let them do that.@@@@

Neither Seraphina nor Ravenna would be selfish enough to let Ansel protect the Western Kingdom's civilians while giving up on seizing Evora.

They would risk everything to help Ansel solve both problems at once, even at the cost of their lives.

After all, they had already staked their lives for Ansel before. Once more, twice more, countless times - as long as it was necessary, they wouldn't hesitate for a moment.

".... Indeed, it's alright, Ansel," Ravenna whispered, just as he had anticipated. A glimmer of near-manic resolve flashed in her exquisite violet eyes.

"I can help you resolve this dilemma. Evora... whatever force is constraining her, we need only rescue her swiftly, correct?"

She raised her gaze to meet Ansel's, her typically cool countenance softening into a serene, gentle smile.

"Fear not. Be it triumphing over Fate or achieving the salvation you yearn for, I shall... secure everything you desire on your behalf."

"Trust in me, Ansel."

Ansel's affinity with the Abyss, coupled with his mastery over countless elements post-sermon, rendered the upper limits of the God from the Machine terrifyingly high. The caveat being... Ravenna's ability to withstand the Abyss's corrosion.

None could fathom the impending dragon tide's ferocity, nor the obstacles in rescuing Evora. Yet undeniably... since Fate had set this stage, for Ansel to emerge victorious, a price must be paid.

No... he must win.

If this time, Ansel lost the chance to defeat Fate due to this concession, how could he face the countless potential future concessions?

How could he face Seraphina and Ravenna, who compelled him to keep yielding?

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Subsequently, Ansel urgently convened the powerful adventurers active in the Western Lands, briefly elucidating the situation to them.

Regarding the "more perilous dragon calamity" Ansel spoke of, most showed no fear. Instead, they grew more excited.

With the God from the Machine handling high-stage dragons, the extraordinary beings flooding into the Western Lands were reveling unbridled. They harbored no concerns about mishaps during dragon slaying, given their overwhelming numbers.

Third and fourth-stage dragons were no match for them. It wasn't that the dragons lacked strength, but rather that no creature, regardless of might, could survive such disproportionate encirclement.

Had they not slain dragons swiftly enough, it would've been impossible to trigger a second, more dangerous dragon calamity in such a brief span.

Having tasted success and reaped bountiful dragon materials, these extraordinary beings viewed the second wave as an even greater opportunity.

The meeting concluded shortly. Ansel quickly dismissed the extraordinary beings, who fancied another windfall, and remained alone in the conference room.

"Dragon calamity, Evora..."

In the vast, empty room, the young man on the main seat sat with fingers steepled, eyes closed in contemplation.

"The most likely scenario: while I'm resisting the dragon calamity, that rift suddenly opens. Evora can't maintain her position long, requiring my immediate rescue."

"At that moment, ideally for It, I should be utterly exhausted. Venna unable to sustain the God from the Machine. Forcing her to continue while having strength to rescue Evora would surely... This mustn't happen."

He supported his forehead, murmuring, "But without relying on the God from the Machine, to break through while exhausted and rescue Evora, I'd have to..."

Hydral looked down at his palm, fingertips twitching slightly. That unforgettable pain and despair resurfaced.

"There must be another way. What's needed now is pure power, something to augment my raw strength."

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