Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

Persona: I, the Villain, Do Whatever I Want Author: Lost

Summary:

Cognition is the concept of how humans perceive the world and understand phenomena as 'reality'.

The Phantom Thieves of Hearts eliminate the desires of bad guys by stealing the secret treasure, making them admit their crimes and actively "repent".

Mitsui Tsubasa disagreed. It would be a waste to use such a powerful force to deal with a few villains. It would be better to use cognitive science to reshape the world.

As long as all the 'bad guys' who oppose him are eliminated, a perfect world where only 'good guys' exist will be born.

He invested in a pharmaceutical research institute for Takemiya, invited Takamaki An to be the brand spokesperson, built the ctOS system with the help of Sakura Futaba, manipulated the sports world to make the sisters Yoshizawa Kasumi dance for him alone, and became the new 'master' of the Velvet Room.

There are many kinds of fun in this world, and Mitsui Tsubasa just wants to satisfy his little desire for collecting and collect all the things he likes.

It doesn't matter how willful he is, after all, this world belongs to him.

And at the end of the story, he wants to see a gorgeous show.

Right at the top of this mortal world, under the watchful eyes of all living beings, there will be the final duel between humans and gods, together with the brave ones who yearn to save the world - the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.

"Cheer up, JOKER, you have been granted the honor of competing with the gods!!!"

Volume One

Chapter 1 Private Shujin Academy

"Okay, students, please be quiet."

The female teacher tapped the blackboard gracefully, pressing down lightly with both hands, and the whispers in the classroom receded like the tide.

"At the beginning of the new semester, our class welcomed a special transfer student."

She smiled and gestured to the door, "Let's welcome Mitsui Tsubasa with warm applause!"

There was thunderous applause and the whole classroom was filled with a warm atmosphere.

In this wave of enthusiasm, a neatly dressed and handsome boy walked into the classroom.

Unlike the thin body type popular in Japan, he has a muscular figure, and even wearing a loose school uniform, it is difficult to conceal his strong physique.

He has neatly short hair, strong facial features, and is full of masculine beauty.

What is most striking is his deep and bright eyes.

The clear distinction between black and white seems to be able to see through people's hearts, revealing a firm and confident light.

This calmness and confidence that transcended his age naturally made him the focus of the whole audience.

"Hello everyone, I'm Mitsui Tsubasa."

He introduced himself with a smile, his voice clear and powerful,

"My hobby is kendo, and I am very honored to be a part of this class."

After saying this, he bowed gracefully and walked calmly to his seat - in the middle of the front row, which was the seat closest to the teacher.

He sat down with his back to his classmates, and the classroom was filled with whispers again.

"That transfer student looks so cold, but so handsome!"

"That's right, I feel so mature, different from the boys in the class!"

“I don’t know where he came from…”

"A swordsman from out of town? He looks like he's worth a fight."

At the back of the classroom, a girl with long hair was also quietly observing Mitsui Tsubasa.

She approached her friend and whispered mysteriously, "Hey, Kyoko, did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?" The short-haired girl looked confused.

"Mitsui, his last name is Mitsui!"

"Mitsui? So what?"

"Oh, it's the super famous Mitsui! If you think about it carefully, Mitsui is everywhere!" The long-haired girl looked at her friend who had a confused face and hinted eagerly.

But she was obviously impatient, and before her friend could react, she revealed: "I found out, it's the Mitsui family of Mitsui Bank!"

"Ah!?" The short-haired girl finally reacted, "You mean... he is the eldest son of a wealthy family?"

"That's what I mean!"

This news spread quickly in the classroom like a thunder, causing a huge sensation.

The students turned to look at the handsome boy sitting in the front row, their eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.

They never expected that this new transfer student would have such a prominent family background.

However, for Mitsui Tsubasa, all this seems to have been taken for granted.

He sat quietly in his seat, his eyes deep and calm, as if all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

The students' gossip was burning fiercely, and the noise in the classroom was rising and falling, difficult to calm down.

Seeing this, the female teacher quickly collected her thoughts, waved the pointer in her hand and tapped the blackboard, trying to draw everyone's attention back to the class.

After the "da da da" knocking sounds echoed in the classroom several times, the students gradually quieted down.

But they still couldn't help but secretly glance at the new student, Mitsui Tsubasa.

"Okay, everyone, please pay attention." The female teacher skillfully controlled the class atmosphere and began to conduct the class meeting of the new semester in an orderly manner.

Mitsui Tsubasa seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact he was examining his own plans in his heart.

His eyes inadvertently swept across the student ID card on the corner of the table, lingered on the name of Private Shujin Academy for a moment, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Private Shujin Academy, Class A of the second year of high school, the class monitor is a heroic girl named Shinjima.

That's right, he is in the world of "Persona 5" at this moment.

There is only one year left until Amamiya Ren transfers to our school, and time is running out.

Although he entered the school early and had an advantage, he did not dare to slack off in his heart.

Although Mami Niijima will become a member of the protagonist group in the future, she is currently unable to provide any help.

If he can only wait for Amamiya Ren's arrival to awaken his personality mask, then his plan will face huge risks.

At the same time, the direction of the plot may deviate and may even lead to the arrival of [destruction].

His heart was filled with confusion and anxiety, and he was silently thinking about his next plan.

Chaotic thoughts surged in his mind until the bell for the end of get out of class rang, bringing him back to reality.

Ding ding dong dong, the melodious bell sounds echo.

The melodious bells echoed in the campus. The female teacher gently reminded the students about their afternoon arrangements and reminded everyone not to be late as tomorrow was the official start of school.

Then, she turned to Mitsui Tsubasa who had just transferred in and class monitor Niijima Makoto, "Mitsui-san, Niijima-san, both of you come with me to the office."

Mitsui Tsubasa stood up and followed the female teacher to the office.

His heart was still filled with confusion and anxiety, but on the surface he remained calm and composed.

In the office, the female teacher gently handed the school brochure to Mitsui Tsubasa and briefly introduced the school's facilities and environment.

Mitsui Tsubasa took the brochure and nodded in thanks.

He noticed Shinjima next to him. She was quiet and decent, giving people a very reliable feeling.

The female teacher then turned to Shinjima and said with a smile, "Niijima, could you please show Mitsui around the school? It will help him better integrate into this new environment."

Niijima Makoto readily agreed and stretched out his hand to signal Mitsui Tsubasa to follow him.

The two walked out of the office and walked slowly along the corridor.

After a brief thought, Shinjima took him to the third floor.

"This is our library, which has a rich collection of books and materials. For the sake of your studies, I suggest you come here more often in the future."

Then, she pointed to a room next to the library. "This is the student union room, and I'm a member of it. If you have any suggestions or ideas, please feel free to communicate with us."

The two continued to walk up to the fourth floor, and Shinjima reminded them, "Entering the rooftop on the fourth floor is prohibited, but you can go to the experimental building and the study room through the corridor here."

Afterwards, they returned to the first floor and strolled through the atrium area. Niijima motioned for him to look at the gymnasium nearby.

“This is a gymnasium with various sports facilities and venues that can be used.”

Finally, the two returned to the classroom door.

Shinjima pointed to a row of red lockers next to the classroom and said, "Your locker is ready. Remember to prepare a small lock."

After introducing the school facilities, Shin Niijima said goodbye to Mitsui Tsubasa in a polite and friendly manner.

However, as she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly turned back and gave Mitsui Tsubasa a sly smile.

"Oh, by the way, Mitsui-san, as a transfer student, it might be a little difficult to fit in at first. But don't worry, everyone will get along with you. After all, your last name is 'Mitsui'."

There was a hint of joking and teasing in her words, which made Mitsui Tsubasa smile helplessly. He knew that Niijima was really using humor to ease the atmosphere, which made him feel a little warm.

He watched Shinjima's back as she left, but his mind couldn't help but recall her stunning face when she looked back and smiled.

Especially those impressive red eyes, which seemed to be still flashing in front of my eyes.

He suddenly felt that perhaps joining the protagonist group would be a good choice...

Mitsui Tsubasa shook his head gently to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind.

He walked towards the locker area and quickly found the one with his name on it. He looked back at the second-year class A classroom again and turned to walk towards the school gate.

At this time, the campus was quite quiet with only a few students still lingering, perhaps sharing the joy of the holiday.

Having just arrived and having no intention of making friends, Mitsui Tsubasa left the campus with an indifferent expression.

Walking out of the school's main gate, a narrow path came into view. He walked along this path for a long time before finally arriving at the busy main road.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in his sight - it was his personal bodyguard, tall and strong, wearing a straight black suit that showed his professionalism and rigor.

The bodyguard stood expressionlessly beside a black luxury car, out of place with the people around him.

Passersby avoided them for fear of getting into unnecessary trouble.

"Young Master." The bodyguard called in a low voice, with a hint of respect in his voice.

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded slightly, then got in after the bodyguard opened the car door.

He noticed some students nearby were secretly pointing and talking, but he didn't care.

The car started slowly, and Mitsui Tsubasa began to review his experiences of the day. He thought carefully to make sure he had not missed anything important.

Then, he said calmly: "Don't pick me up in the future. The school is very close to the apartment. I can go home by myself."

The driver didn't respond, but just nodded respectfully.

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't say anything else, he knew that he needed to consult his father about this matter.

The rest of the journey was silent in the car.

Ten minutes later, the car arrived at Huiye Building, an important asset of the Mitsui family.

Mitsui Bank is located in a prominent position on the ground floor of the building, with people coming and going and busy business.

Mitsui Yi entered the building alone from the side entrance and took the elevator directly to the top floor. This was his new home that he had just decorated two days ago.

When I opened the door, a faint scent of lavender hit my nose.

The interior is spotless, tidy and orderly.

Although the nearly 180-square-meter duplex apartment is not as spacious and comfortable as the villa in his hometown, it is more than enough for him.

He hung up his clothes and placed the books he brought back today neatly on the bookshelf.

He then pulled a small but sophisticated device from his locker - an anti-surveillance detector.

He carefully turned off the lights, drew the curtains, and used the instrument to carefully check every corner of the room.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no surveillance equipment in the room.

What had happened recently was so bizarre and strange that he had to be on high alert.