Mind-Controlled by the Villainess? I’ll Turn the Tables and Make Her Mine!

Under Ansu's urging, Celia forced herself to focus and returned to the alchemy table.

Her eyes focused once more, gazing at the magic structure that was as complex as a star chart.

"103rd experiment, begin..."

Following the adjusted plan, she was cautious to the extreme with every connection point, her spiritual energy acting like the finest carving knife as she adjusted and calibrated every magic rune.

Ansu held his breath, his gaze following the trajectory of her fingertips, waiting for the moment where things might go wrong.

The rune pathways wove together bit by bit, gradually forming a stable framework. Mana flowed smoothly within it, emitting a low and pleasant resonance.

"Ansu..."

With suppressed joy in her voice, Celia turned her head.

"This time... it seems like we're going to succeed?"

Getting the program to run was only the first step; they still had to see if it could withstand the pressure without collapsing.

Ansu felt more and more that mages, especially those who designed rune structures, were essentially programmers in an otherworldly setting... although the 'programs' here were much more direct when they ran.

Celia thought she had finally succeeded this time, and a smile just began to grace the corners of her lips...

However, after the structure had operated stably for less than five seconds, the entire framework began to rapidly shatter and collapse.

Celia's pupils constricted.

In the next second.

A violent and destructive surge of filthy mana, like a ferocious beast escaping its cage, instantly engulfed the two people in front of the alchemy table.

"Ansu—!"

Celia's scream was drowned out by the roar of annihilation.

When he opened his eyes again, Ansu had returned to ten minutes ago.

The alchemy table was as tidy as ever, and Celia was holding a manuscript that didn't have many experimental records written on it yet, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

"We will definitely succeed!"

【Reality】

【Radiant Calendar 625, July 15, 18:10】

【Comment: Failure is the mother of success, but this mother is a bit too irritable... (You died in a runaway magic experiment)】

【Grade: E】

【Reward: 5 points】

Ansu silently watched the eager Miss Witch, walked to her side, took the experimental records from her hand, and began to draw on the blank page.

He listed all the various attempts she was about to fail for her reference.

"Ansu...?" Celia was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened slightly as she realized something. "So fast... You've already seen the future of my failures?"

"You failed 5 times here, 23 times here... and for this last one, you failed a full 103 times." Ansu didn't look up, his pen scratching against the paper. "For this part of the magic rune structure, I suggest you try a different approach..."

He pushed the completed sketch in front of her.

Celia stared intently at the complex structure on the paper, rubbing her smooth chin and murmuring, "Unbelievable... I actually failed at a place like this? It's only just begun..."

"Well... Ansu, calling you over to assist me with the experiment was indeed the right decision."

Putting away the precious experimental data brought back from the 'future', Celia looked at Ansu with a smile. "Let me guess, the future me will enter a witch-like state, become very dangerous, and have a very bad temper, right?"

"Dangerous is an understatement..." Ansu glanced at her. Every time she went crazy or became an obsessive girl... the pressure was simply suffocating.

If he hadn't been so good with his words and comforted Miss Witch, he wouldn't have even been able to bring back this experimental data...

"Thank you for your hard work." Celia leaned in closer, her tone sweet and playful. "Then... I'll leave the future me in your hands! Please be patient with me~"

With that, she turned back to the alchemy table, a faint blue glow of mana lighting up her fingertips.

"I'm going to continue!"

Ansu took a deep breath. "Alright, let's do it."

【10 minutes later (July 15, 18:32), consumed 10 points】

【Simulation started...】

【Remaining points: 213】

With plenty of points, he was going to perform infinite deductions this time!

The countdown disappeared, and the scene before him changed once again.

The alchemy table was even more chaotic than the last time. Celia, in her witch-like state, stood frozen before the table, surrounded by black mist, her eyes having long since turned blood-red.

A cold and dangerous aura filled the area around the alchemy table.

"Wrong again, why is it wrong again..."

"I've adjusted it so much, but the structure is still unstable. Where exactly did I go wrong..."

She clutched her ears tightly, as if countless malicious whispers were echoing in her head. "So noisy, so noisy... Don't mock me, Ansu, behave yourself...!"

Ansu listened from the side, speechless.

When did I even open my mouth?

He thought to himself: The symptoms of mental backlash caused by magic pollution are extremely similar to certain severe mental illnesses—patients always experience persistent auditory hallucinations, the so-called 'whispers', and in more severe cases, their cognition becomes distorted.

Before he could organize his thoughts, the filthy magical aura suddenly expanded.

Celia looked up, her gloomy demon blood-red eyes instantly locking onto Ansu as her pitch-black demonic claws slowly rose.

It was a very familiar scene once again...

But this time, Ansu didn't choose to retreat. Instead, he walked toward her quite naturally.

Celia's eyes flickered for a moment.

Ansu walked up to her, and amidst her slowly surfacing gaze of suspicion and wariness, he lowered his head slightly and leaned close to her cheek.

A gentle kiss landed on her cool and soft lips.

A light touch, then he pulled away.

Celia's eyelashes fluttered violently, and her eyes widened slightly.

"...Eh? What?"

Celia's face was filled with utter confusion; this inexplicable kiss had caused her to suddenly short-circuit.

But miraculously, the hideous black patterns on her arms began to rapidly recede, and the black cracks on her skin stopped expanding, leaving only a few faint pink scars. A hint of color returned to her pale cheeks as they restored to their delicate fairness.

The filthy magical aura swirling around her also quietly dissipated like a receding tide.

After the kiss, Ansu pulled back slightly, his gaze gentle but his tone somewhat teasing as he asked, "Better now?"

Celia seemed to still be in a brief state of blankness.

But in the next second, her brow furrowed again, and the remaining mania and confusion struggled in her eyes. "Ansu! What on earth! Are you doing..."

Tsk, what a troublesome woman...

Feeling helpless, Ansu cupped her cheeks with both hands and kissed her once again.

This time it was deeper and longer.

Unlike the gentle probe from before, this deep embrace and kiss completely sealed off all her unvoiced questions and chaotic thoughts.

Celia was a bit stiff at first, but once she reacted, her tense body gradually softened.

After an unknown amount of time.

Celia's arms hung limp, only unconsciously resting on Ansu's waist, and the last trace of mania in her eyes was completely replaced by a hazy mist.

Only then did Ansu slowly let go.

Looking at the slightly panting Celia with her unfocused eyes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

...Fixed her up.

I've finally found the speedrun method.

"No more questions?" Ansu held the weak Celia, who was leaning into his chest, and asked with a smile again, "You've recovered now, right? Back to normal?"

"Yes..." Celia's cheeks were flushed, and she gave a small nod. "You can let go of me now, I need to... I need to get back to work..."

"Are you sure you want to work right now?" Ansu watched her struggle to pull herself together and gently released his arms. "You... take it slow."

Celia gave Ansu an indignant glare, feeling that his way of waking her up... was simply too embarrassing.

"Don't underestimate me! I'm telling you... a situation like this won't happen again!"

She gazed at the magic rune structure floating above the alchemy table, her eyes becoming deeper and more determined.

"This time, I will definitely succeed... I won't suffer from pollution backlash again!"

However, Ansu didn't believe her flag. He was already pondering how he should tune Miss Witch back to normal next time.

So, he leaned in beside her and began flipping through the messy experimental records again, finding where the latest problem lay.

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