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

Otherwise, every step will be slow.

The mastermind behind this will never forget himself.

Then today...

No, let's do it tomorrow.

Too many things have been dealt with today, and my father will definitely need time to sort out today's intelligence.

Mitsui Tsubasa fell on the bed and took a deep breath.

It's finally time to rest.

Chapter 22: It’s my turn, stacking armor!

Mitsui Tsubasa lay lazily on the quilt, feeling the fresh scent of lavender with every breath.

The afternoon sun was soft and warm, shining gently on his face, bringing him an indescribable feeling of comfort.

He had no desire to sleep, but just kept his eyes wide open, his gaze wandering, his mind blank, unwilling to think about anything.

If the situation was not so pressing, he really hoped to remain in this peaceful and tranquil state.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one.

He slowly took out his cell phone and set an alarm for 30 minutes.

Then, Mitsui Tsubasa gently closed his eyes, allowing his body and mind to relax in this brief silence.

……

“Ding ding ding”

In a trance, time passed quietly.

Mitsui Tsubasa straightened up and sat up from the bed. Regardless of the deep fatigue on his face, he walked towards the bathroom.

The time for being willful is over, keep working hard.

He has no extraordinary wisdom or talent, all he can rely on is unremitting efforts.

Fortunately, there is no special bottleneck in the improvement of personality mask. As long as you keep fighting, one day you will reach the pinnacle of this mortal world.

After washing his face carefully, Mitsui Tsubasa felt refreshed and got rid of his sluggish state.

He took the shotgun out of the canvas bag and played with it over and over again.

He had come into contact with a real gun before, but that was at a shooting range. Having a gun of your own like this is undoubtedly the dream of many men.

This... uh, what is it called? Mitsui Tsubasa was stunned.

I remember it was a long string of English words... Never mind, let's just call it Shotgun No. 1.

Although this gun is a model gun, it is well made and for people who are not familiar with firearms, it is almost impossible to tell the real thing from the fake.

It should be more than enough to bully Shadow in the memory space.

16 shots in a row, I wonder how many shadows I can kill, it's time to experiment.

Before leaving, he locked the door and set up the alarm system as usual.

After thinking about it, he opened the wardrobe again and prepared to change his look.

Wear a pure cotton sports bra inside and a bulletproof vest directly outside.

After moving around a bit, he didn't feel much of an impact. Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes turned and he came up with a good idea.

He took out the bag of spare bulletproof vests, selected a larger size, and put on another layer.

Double bulletproof vest!

The sense of security is maximized.

Unfortunately, Iwai Munehisa didn't have the matching bulletproof plate. When he asked about this, the other party looked at him with a strange look.

It was as if he was some terrorist who was going to rob a bank.

Xiaojiaziqi.

I started moving again, stretching my arms, kicking my legs, and jumping, but this time it felt a little awkward.

Two sets of bulletproof vests and soft armor weigh a total of 10 kilograms. Wearing them is like weight training, and the whole body is tightly wrapped.

It's indeed a bit cumbersome.

He adjusted the position of the bulletproof vest with dissatisfaction to relieve the discomfort caused by friction. He decided to buy some bulletproof vests from foreign brands from other channels in the future.

The design of Japanese bulletproof vests is still too conservative. After all, there are not many opportunities to use them in normal times.

The situation is different in the beautiful country next door.

A great place for gunfights every day, bulletproof vests must have kept up with the times.

After getting dressed, Mitsui Tsubasa fixed the shotgun to his right rear side with a gun belt and tried to draw the gun with his left hand.

It was extremely awkward and I felt like my arm was about to be stretched.

After trying different ways of tying the gun, he finally decided to carry it on one shoulder, hanging it on the left side of his waist. This way, he could easily draw the gun with one hand.

Although the length of the shotgun is a bit of a hindrance, there is no other way.

Anyway, guns are just auxiliary. When you really need them, just point them at Shadow's face and shoot.

He stuffed the small medicine box containing the quick-healing medicine into his pocket, and the preparations before exploration were completed.

"Impression space, start!"

Different World Navigation App: "Destination matched, navigation started."

The warm scene in the room began to distort and deform, holes of varying sizes slowly emerged, and the picture in front of me was like a blurred palette, full of grotesque beauty.

The familiar outline of the elevator gradually took shape in the illusion, gradually replacing the scenes of the real world.

When the scent of incense in the air completely dissipated, Mitsui Tsubasa stepped into the impression space again.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, trying to distinguish a distinctive smell, but soon found that there was only one smell in the air here, that is, emptiness.

The impression space is an ocean formed by the collective unconsciousness of human beings. It contains nothing but emotions and desires.

As he stepped out of the elevator, pitch-black flames rose silently, covering every corner of his body.

When the flames subsided, Mitsui Tsubasa looked down and saw that his original bulletproof vest had been replaced by a black outfit.

The heaviness on his body was relieved a lot. Mitsui Tsubasa gently tiptoed and jumped like a boxer, feeling the lightness brought by the change of clothes.

Then, he skillfully drew the gun with his left hand and practiced aiming in all directions.

It turned out to be the case.

Mitsui Tsubasa seemed to understand something.

What changed was not the equipment he wore, but his own physical condition.

Because his physique has improved, he feels less burdened by the clothing, even though he is still wearing the bulletproof vest...

This is very much a game, fashion is only for looking cool and does not affect attributes.

Impression Space has learned the tricks of defrauding people of money.

He glanced at the taciturn First Emperor floating in the air.

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't say anything either.

I don’t know when it started, but the First Emperor became quieter and seemed more normal.

As for the personality mask, it has such a strong autonomy that it always reminds him of a disease called schizophrenia.

If the multiple personalities rebel again...

Mitsui Tsubasa was suddenly stunned and remained silent for a few seconds, burying the palpitation at that moment deep in his heart.

He did a few warm-up exercises as if nothing had happened, then exhaled a turbid breath: "Let's go!"

The wind howled and a dim red light filled the tunnel.

Mitsui Tsubasa moved forward cautiously along the wall.

Foreign objects like blood vessels would block his way from time to time, and every time he encountered this situation, his brows would frown involuntarily.

Impression space, if viewed from a macroscopic perspective, the scene here is just like the blood vessels inside the human body.

And he was like a virus invading the human body, being driven out and killed by the shadow 'white blood cells'.

Thinking about it this way, he seems like a villain, disrupting the balance of the human body.

Unfortunately... the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he sneered.

These shadows are not white blood cells, but cancer cells. They will only drag the "host" to die together.

A human-shaped shadow appeared not far ahead.

Mitsui Tsubasa collected his scattered thoughts.

After observing for a while and making sure that there was only one person nearby, he took out his shotgun.

Sneaking lightly behind the shadow.

As if a child was playing a prank, he put the muzzle of the gun against Shadow's waist.

Where is it?

Saying goodbye to Shadow in his heart, Mitsui Tsubasa grinned and pulled the trigger.

boom!

There was a loud bang, like thunder coming out of nowhere.

Shadows are flying.

It hit the wall with a bang.

Layer upon layer of echoes rolled in the tunnel.

Mitsui Tsubasa's face changed.

Why is it so noisy!

It will attract the shadows from far away!

I was careless. I should have tried it at the entrance security area.

The equipment is a bit bloated after the update...

Chapter 23 Fantasy Shinto Secret Teachings: No Thoughts and Natural Birth

In the tunnel, the roar of shotgun blasts continued to echo.

Mitsui Tsubasa had a serious expression on his face and listened attentively.

He has been practicing martial arts for many years, and his five senses are sharp, his hearing and eyesight are sharp. With the addition of his personality mask, he can hear the faint sounds deep in the tunnel clearly.

There was indeed a shadow that was disturbed by the sound, but it was still some distance away from here.

His eyes turned.

Mitsui Tsubasa stared at the shadow who was struggling to get up from the corner of the wall.

Not dead? That’s expected.

The guns in the original game were a bit weak.

Then do it again!

He took two steps forward and closed the distance.

The shotgun was once again pressed against Shadow's waist, in the same position.

boom!