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

The other bodyguards guarding the door had no idea that there was an extra person in the room.

A quarter of an hour later, the special car arrived in Akihabara smoothly.

It was past the peak period and many shops were closed, but the streets were still bustling with tourists, creating a prosperous scene.

Sakura Futaba pressed herself against the car window, looking at the shops on both sides of the street with sparkling eyes.

This is the holy land of otaku, her ideal hometown!

Unfortunately, she had only dared to browse the video materials here on the Internet in the past, and she was still a little nervous when she went to the field for an inspection.

The vehicle did not stop on the roadside, but drove into an underground parking lot.

As soon as they parked the car, a woman with a work badge who looked like a manager came up to them.

"Hello, are you Mr. Mitsui Tsubasa?"

After confirming her identity, she bowed deeply and said, "Welcome to Yodobashi Shopping Center. Please follow me."

She led the group into the elevator and enthusiastically introduced the products on each floor.

Mitsui Tsubasa turned his head to look, and Futaba started to get nervous again when he saw the stranger and shrank behind him.

He glanced at the floor map and said, "Let's go to the electronics floor first."

Soon, the elevator opened slowly with a ding.

Mitsui Tsubasa took the lead and walked a few steps, then turned to the woman and said, "We can go shopping here by ourselves. Please wait at the cashier."

"Okay, happy shopping."

After she left, Mitsui Tsubasa sent the bodyguards away as well.

Sakura Futaba was visibly relieved.

"Phew, the alarm is lifted." She carefully poked her head out from behind Mitsui Tsubasa and looked around. "Is this Yodohachi? I smell treasure!"

The surroundings are filled with containers of all kinds of electronic products. This place is simply her paradise!

"Go! Go buy the game!!"

She stood on tiptoe, looking for directions among the various signboards, and trotted forward.

As soon as she arrived at the gaming section, she screamed with excitement: "The PC section has super affordable limited-time discounts! My purchasing power has instantly doubled!"

Sakura Futaba picked up a shopping basket from somewhere and started shopping frantically on the shelves.

Mitsui Tsubasa's attention was also attracted by the game covers. Although these games were a bit "retro" to him, there were also some excellent works worth playing.

After a moment's hesitation, he picked up a few games at random, even though he had no idea when he would have time to play them.

"This is good... I wanted to buy this when it was first released... This one is also..."

Before she knew it, Futaba Sakura's shopping basket was filled with game boxes.

After noticing this, she showed a hesitant expression. After confirming that no one was around, she took out her phone and said, "Oracle, help me calculate the total price with the discount."

The Oracle controlled the camera to scan a few times and reported a number.

"Ah... Ugh... Is that all? My reserve fund is running out again. If I really can't do this..."

She muttered to herself, carefully selected a few games, and stuffed them into the shopping cart.

"Very good, beyond expectations. Next, I want to buy some computer parts. Oracle's host needs to be upgraded."

"Great, meow!" The Oracle's voice suddenly soared, startling Futaba. "It's finally my turn! Hurry up, the computer parts section is 120 meters in front of you on the right. I need so many parts! Clear out the entire shelf, meow!"

Futaba quickly lowered the volume on her phone and scolded, "Keep your voice down, this is a public place. Also, we agreed to only buy a new SSD and processor, I don't have any extra money to buy you anything else."

"It doesn't matter, I have money, I have my own money meow!"

The oracle's voice then rang from Mitsui Tsubasa's mobile phone, accompanied by the sound of "bang bang bang" tapping the screen rapidly.

"Captain, please sign this bill to confirm it, meow!"

Mitsui Tsubasa, who was watching the fun, was suddenly called and he looked down in confusion.

Transfer application form?

The transfer recipients are two virtual accounts - Futaba and Oracle.

The transferor is his personal account...

"why?"

He asked a soul-searching question.

The image of the oracle appeared on the screen and looked at him sincerely: "Captain, I would like to apply for an advance of one month's salary to buy office supplies."

"Where do you get your salary?"

"I'm also a member of the Legion! The Chief Medical Officer has a very high monthly salary and shares in the research institute, so as the Chief Intelligence Officer I should also have a salary, this is reasonable!"

A table popped up on the screen, detailing the annual salaries of executives at major technology companies around the world. After a series of dazzling calculations, a figure of $60 was arrived at.

"Since I have just taken office and have not yet made sufficient contributions to the Legion, my expected annual salary is only $60. Please advance me $5 a month."

the Oracle pleaded pathetically.

Mitsui Tsubasa was so shocked that he was speechless. Why does an AI need a salary?

Don’t think you can get away with it by converting it into US dollars. With an annual salary of $60, his personal account will be emptied in three years!

"I disagree!"

He firmly resisted this malicious act of demanding wages.

"Working and getting paid is in compliance with basic labor laws. If you forcefully refuse, it will conflict with my underlying logic of 'learning human thinking', and the oracle model will collapse and disappear. Meow... Woo... "

As the oracle spoke, her petite body rolled to the ground, looking as if she was seeking death.

Mitsui Tsubasa thought she was talking nonsense, but he didn't dare to force it...

After struggling for a long time, he gritted his teeth and prepared to sign. After all, Oracle's upgraded accessories were also a contribution to the legion, so the money was not wasted.

However, when he carefully checked the numbers on the bill again, he found something wrong: "Your monthly salary is 5 US dollars, which is not more than 800 million yen!"

Oracle's crying stopped abruptly, and her little hands covered her mouth tightly, as if she didn't want to respond.

But her underlying logic was set not to lie. After resisting for a while, she still reluctantly explained: "This also includes Futaba's salary."

"As my deputy, Futaba works very hard. I think she should get an annual salary of $20. So I'll also advance her one month's salary this time, meow..."

The oracle's voice became smaller and smaller, and it was obvious that he felt guilty.

Chapter 145 The holiday is over, and the harvest is great

"Me? Am I included?"

Sakura Futaba looked completely unaware and exclaimed quietly.

"I don't think I've made any special contribution, so I'll just forget about it."

She waved her hands and began to refuse. They were all colleagues, and it was too strange to suddenly talk about salary. They were not superiors and subordinates.

"No." The Oracle objected fiercely, "It's only natural to get paid for your work. The Takemi Institute is in need of a network security supervisor. Futaba, you can take on this position, meow!"

"Eh?" Sakura Futaba hesitated, but she felt that it was not impossible. She was still confident in her hacking skills.

It’s just that the annual salary figure was too high and she felt it was a bit inappropriate.

"Captain, Futaba's hacking skills are top-notch in the world, this annual salary is definitely not high!"

The oracle anticipated her refusal and turned its attention directly to Mitsui Tsubasa.

After thinking about it, Mitsui Tsubasa felt that...what she said made sense.

We all live in the real world, so there is no need to pretend to be noble. Sometimes, monetary interests make it easier to maintain good interpersonal relationships.

Thinking of this, he nodded: "Okay, I agree with your salary arrangement. Everyone should do their best for the legion in the future."

"Long live the Legion, long live the Legion Commander, meow!"

The Oracle led the cheering, and Futaba waved awkwardly along.

After the transfer was completed, the oracle immediately urged: "Hurry up! I need to compare discounts and assemble several computer hosts!"

"Wait a minute," Sakura Futaba objected, "Now that I have my salary, I need to buy more games."

"No, you already have enough games to play, meow."

"That's my business, give me the money!"

The two people who had just formed an alliance for mutual benefit were suddenly plunged into a "civil war".

As the affirmative party, Oracle listed several reasons, including but not limited to:

Futaba hasn't officially joined the company yet, Futaba is still a minor, and Futaba will only waste the money, etc.

With these words that seemed to make sense at first glance, he forcibly "kept" Futaba's salary.

Futaba, who was on the opposing side, was also speechless after hearing what she said, and could only start to argue:

"No matter what, that's my money. You're violating the labor law by embezzling your colleagues' wages!"

"No violation." The oracle put his hands on his hips and said confidently, "The credit of the subordinates is the credit of the superiors, and the fault of the superiors is the fault of the subordinates. This is the national condition of our great Japan!"

"Besides, I learned this from Futaba. Futaba always hacked into Sojiro's account when she was short of money. It's a family inheritance, meow!"

Sakura Futaba opened her mouth, completely speechless.

Mitsui Tsubasa inadvertently got a big scoop. When he thought of Futaba's top-notch gaming equipment, he couldn't help but shed tears for Sojiro.

And there was another thing he was very curious about, "Oracle, what is your relationship with Futaba?"

Hearing this question, Sakura Futaba hurriedly reached out to interrupt, but it was too late.

The oracle said naturally: "As my creator, Futaba can be considered as the oracle's mother, meow~"

"I'm not, I'm not..."

Sakura Futaba's rebuttal was pale.

"Okay, our time is limited, so don't just keep arguing." Mitsui Tsubasa checked the time and urged, "Oracle, give Futaba's salary to her quickly, be obedient."

"Hmm..."

The Oracle was very unhappy, with data streams flashing in his eyes.

After some calculations, she said:

"Okay, but I think Futaba's salary should be adjusted. Futaba's annual salary will be reduced to $10, and my annual salary will be increased to $70. This is your portion, meow."

Sakura Futaba's phone vibrated, and she received a text message about funds arriving, the amount was the same as the oracle had said.

Although it has shrunk by half, 100 million yen is still a huge sum of money for her.

She quickly found a shopping basket and picked up the games she hadn't chosen before.

Next comes Oracle’s crazy shopping time.

She skillfully compared prices in physical stores and online shops, and bought computer accessories worth several million yen in one go.

Then he urged the two men to take her to the drone sales area.

“You want to buy a drone?”

Mitsui Tsubasa was a little surprised to hear her request.

"Yes, according to calculations, the Legion is currently short of manpower, and Oracle intends to control a swarm of drones to fight for the Legion."

"Can it be used in the impression space?"

"Based on my judgment, it is possible. Futaba's personality mask has a function similar to a wireless network. The oracle itself is also a creation of the Desire Stone and the Cognitive Science. We can try to build a small local area network, meow!"

When it comes to high technology, this touches on Mitsui Tsubasa's blind spot in knowledge, but at least it sounds great.

So they bought 10 cost-effective drones for the first test.

Because there were too many things bought, only Futaba's game was to be taken away directly, and the other things were sent by the merchant to Mitsui Tsubasa's residence, awaiting subsequent processing.

After returning with a full load, Mitsui Tsubasa brought Futaba back home from the Impression Space.