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

"This is ballet, a very common modern dance, not a strange dance." Mitsui Tsubasa explained good-naturedly, "But it's better to wear a skirt when dancing this kind of dance, the dancing posture will be more graceful."

"This isn't a question of the type of dance, so why do we have to dance? And wear skirts?"

Carolina looked at him with resistance, and she felt like her brain was about to explode. What the hell was going on? This guest was so weird!

What a hassle. Never mind... She waved the electric baton impatiently, knocked on the iron door twice, and said, "Dear guest, the host has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in quickly."

His good intentions went unanswered, Mitsui Tsubasa sighed in disappointment and walked calmly towards the iron gate.

But before entering the door, his eyes moved, and he raised his hand seemingly casually and pressed it directly on Carolina's little head.

“What are you going to do…huh!?”

As she exclaimed, Mitsui Tsubasa rubbed her head with an intoxicated look on his face and pulled her hair that was tied into a bun.

Carolina was shocked and angry, and instinctively swung the stun gun at his arm.

However, when the electric baton collided with the arm, a loud "clang" sound was heard, like the collision of metal.

There is indeed something strange about this difficult guest in front of me!

Just when she was about to use her real strength to fight him, Mitsui Tsubasa suddenly let go of her hand.

"Is it warm?" He looked at his palm in surprise, and then reached out to Christina beside him.

Seeing this, Carolina shouted anxiously: "Rose, be careful!"

To her surprise, Christina did not dodge or evade, and let his hand rest on her head.

Mitsui Tsubasa was a little puzzled when he saw this, but he just wanted to give the twins a pat on the head and had no other bad intentions.

Since Christina didn't resist, he would naturally have to satisfy his desire.

His palm slid along the edge of the hat, feeling the smooth touch of silver hair. After confirming that the temperature was not an illusion, he couldn't let go and played with her braids.

Ristina looked up at him calmly, or more precisely, looked into his golden eyes, and asked softly, "My dear guest, you...are human, right?"

Mitsui Tsubasa paused, looked at her meaningfully, and replied, "Still now."

Although he was somewhat unwilling, he was still barely considered a human being before becoming a true god.

"Really..." Ristina's eyes flickered, not knowing whether she believed him or not. "Golden eyes like that are rare. Apart from the assistants in the Velvet Room and the shadows in the Impression Space, this is the first time I've seen such eyes on an 'ordinary human'."

She emphasized the words "ordinary human" as if she had some hidden meaning.

Mitsui Tsubasa hesitated and was about to continue asking, but he saw her take a step back slightly and return to her previous quiet and decent demeanor.

Ristina bowed to him again and said gracefully, "Sir, please come in. The host is waiting for you."

Seeing her calm expression, Mitsui Tsubasa felt a little bored. Relatively speaking, he still preferred to play with the "energetic" Carolina.

However, he was already very satisfied that he had achieved the "Head Pat Kill" achievement when meeting Gemini for the first time.

What awaits him next is the real test.

Yaldabait...He suddenly appeared, obviously with bad intentions.

Are they going to come up with some new "trial"?

Mitsui Tsubasa adjusted himself for a while, preparing for the worst. Then he took a step forward and walked into the sky-blue door with a solemn expression.

Chapter 312: Yaldabait's Bet

The moment you step into the door, it feels like you have crossed the boundary between reality and illusion.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked around intently and found that he was standing in a void.

Endless sky blue light filled the entire space. From somewhere, melodious sounds of chains came, echoing in the empty world.

However, when he heard the sound of chains, Mitsui Tsubasa frowned.

It was not the pleasant sound he heard when he formed a bond, nor was it the oppressive sound when the hunter appeared.

It was a sound he had never heard before, a cold sound similar to the sound of rusty iron chains colliding with each other, which reminded him of the bone-chilling prison cell.

Mitsui Tsubasa listened for a moment, then became alert and walked towards the source of the sound.

There were no roads in the sky blue space, nor was there any distinction between up and down, left and right. Every step he took was in the void, and shallow ripples like water waves appeared wherever his feet landed.

After walking a dozen steps, Mitsui Tsubasa's vision suddenly darkened. When he came to his senses again, he was in a prison.

Rows of gloomy cells were arranged in a circle. Dim lights shone through the iron bars, illuminating the old torture instruments and simple iron beds. The entire prison was filled with a depressing and cold atmosphere.

In the central area surrounded by many cells, there is a classic wooden table, and behind the table is a sky blue sofa chair that is out of tune with the atmosphere here.

The one sitting on it is, of course, the "master" here - Yaldabait.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked around cautiously and was surprised to find that there were only two of them here, even the twins didn't follow.

It doesn't look like an ambush...

He hesitated for a few seconds, then strode towards Him.

Yaldabait clasped his hands in front of his face and stared at him quietly until he came closer, then he raised his right hand in a welcoming gesture.

"Welcome to my velvet room."

Hearing this classic opening line, Mitsui Tsubasa subconsciously touched his face and almost thought he was Amamiya Ren...

Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure, pretended nothing had happened, and said, "Yaldabet, what do you want from me?"

"Haha." Yaldabet smiled oddly and pointed in front of him, "Sit down and talk, my young fellow."

As He finished speaking, a black sofa chair materialized out of thin air in front of the wooden table.

Mitsui Tsubasa had a cold expression and was not surprised at all. Because the false god had taken control of the Velvet Room, he could do anything in this space with just a thought.

Then let’s see what He wants to say... He walked straight to the chair and sat opposite the false god.

After he sat down, Yaldabait said again: "Arrogant... It seems that you have chosen your own path, which really makes me happy."

As He said this, He actually laughed heartily.

It’s a pity that his mouth full of pale and sharp fangs ruined this warm scene and even made people’s scalps tingle.

Mitsui Tsubasa listened to His laughter and his brows furrowed more and more.

It was all because of His "help" that I was almost captured by twisted desires and turned into a puppet driven by arrogance. Now He actually has the nerve to smile...

If he couldn't defeat him, Mitsui Tsubasa would have wanted to twist his head off right now!

Yaldabait smiled for a long time before slowly stopping and looking at him with admiration. "Arrogant, you have chosen a more difficult path and suppressed your own desires, which is extremely detrimental to your growth."

"Originally, you only needed to devour hundreds of millions of souls to quickly condense the Seed of God, and you only needed to ignite the Divine Fire to transform into a true God. But... you gave up. Now you are so weak, I don't know how long it will take for you to be truly on par with me. What a pity."

Mitsui Tsubasa waited for Him to finish speaking, then immediately retorted in a deep voice: "I've said before, I want to be the god that rules the world. If I devour all the humans in this world, leaving only a desolate world, what use would I have for such a world!"

"Haha, there is more than one world... But it's too early for you to say that. Let's discuss this issue again when you become a true god."

Yaldabet tapped the tabletop with his claw-like fingers, making a rhythmic "dong dong" sound. "I came to see you this time to invite you to join our gambling game."

"Who do you mean?"

Mitsui Tsubasa felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"We, Igor and I." Yaldabet bared his teeth and slowly said a name that Mitsui Tsubasa was very familiar with. "We are making an interesting bet. The winner will decide the future of mankind."

"But now, your presence has brought new variables to this bet. Therefore, I would like to invite you to become a third party participant in this bet."

Mitsui Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he fell into a speechless silence. He really didn't expect that the false god would come to him for such a thing.

In the original work, Amamiya Ren and the Pancake Man are the spokesmen chosen by the false god and Igor, and the victory or defeat between them will determine the "ending" of mankind.

The "destructive ending" that he had originally worried about was actually the BAD END caused by Amamiya Ren's failure.

But now, the false god actually invited him to join. Does he also need to find a spokesperson?

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Yaldabet smiled strangely and said, "By the way, you don't know Igor yet, I'll arrange for you to meet."

He clapped his hands lightly, and the entire image space shook.

Invisible ripples spread out layer by layer, and when they touch the edge of the space, they turn back and continue to gather above the classical wooden table.

As a dreamy light flashed, a strange object gradually took shape and slowly landed in the center of the table.

Mitsui Yi took a closer look and found that it was actually an ancient bird cage with a beautiful butterfly flashing a faint blue light in it.

"This is Igor!"

Yaldabaoth pointed at Butterfly and introduced it to him, his voice full of undisguised sarcasm.

Hearing His words, Mitsui Tsubasa's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and golden light flickered in his eyes.

Of course he was very familiar with this butterfly, as it was the butterfly that guided Amamiya Ren towards "rebirth".

However, I didn’t expect that its current situation was so miserable that it was put into a birdcage by the false god.

Moreover, the previous feeling that something was wrong became even stronger.

If I remember correctly, isn't the blue butterfly Lavenda? Why is Igor also in this image?

Without giving him time to think, Yaldabet continued to introduce:

"Igor is a puppet created by Philemon, the manager of the rational side of the human collective unconscious. He is also the second party in this bet."

"He believes that although human beings are extremely stupid, they always have hope in their hearts, so they can always stand up from doomsday and be reborn from disasters."

"We have chosen representatives for both sides, and their victory or defeat will determine the future of mankind!"

Chapter 313: Three-Party Gambling, the Third Possibility after Destruction and Rebirth

"But before this bet began, you unexpectedly showed up."

Yaldabet looked at him with interest, with expectation in his eyes. "How about it, Arrogant? Do you want to accept my invitation and participate in this gamble that will decide the fate of mankind?"

Mitsui Tsubasa lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

For him, this question was meaningless. Since he wanted to rule the world, he could not accept either Yaldabet or Igor winning.

Therefore, he had only one answer.

"I'm in on this bet."

He answered eloquently.

"Haha, I knew you would say that."

A hint of playful smile flashed across Yaldabet's eyes, and he made a welcoming gesture again: "Well, the agreement has been reached. As the third party in the bet, what kind of ending do you expect?"

"The ending I hoped for..."

Mitsui Tsubasa savored these words, and a picture more beautiful than a dream instantly emerged in his mind.

He wants to raise his throne to the sky, at the top of the world, overlooking all living beings!

"I will create a world where all beings are equal under me, and rule it forever! This is the destined future of this world!"

“Hahahaha!” Yaldabaoth laughed out loud, as if he had heard a very funny joke. “Very good, very good. After destruction and rebirth, mankind has ushered in a future ruled by eternity. This is really - very interesting!”

"As expected of you - Arrogant! You always make me happy!"

The shrill laughter lasted for a long time before Yaldabait leaned back in his chair contentedly and looked at him with a sharp gaze. "Since the bet has been established, how much are you prepared to bet? Do you plan to choose a spokesperson, or... do it yourself?"

Mitsui Tsubasa's pupils shrank, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly. He couldn't help showing a trace of surprise on his face, "Can I do it myself? Are you so confident in your spokesperson?"

In his memory, the Pancake Man seemed to have said that if he fought alone, he was stronger than any member of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.

But this strength is still far from comparable to that of him as the master of the hall.

Yaldabait's decision was tantamount to admitting defeat. Would He be so kind?

Sure enough, the next second He denied it calmly: "I don't have much confidence in that randomly chosen human. After all, you are a god like me. Even if you have not yet ascended to the throne of God, I will not compare you with those stupid humans."

"To ensure the fairness and fun of the game, I will add a few more pieces and start laying out the game in advance."

After listening to what He said, the enthusiasm in Mitsui Tsubasa's heart gradually cooled.

It is not so easy to achieve a GOOD END.

He recalled the actions of the false god in the original work, and his evaluation of Him lowered a few points in his heart.

In his opinion, Yaldabaoth was actually a playboy who couldn't afford to lose. As early as the beginning of the gambling game, He favored his own spokesperson and allowed the pancake man to awaken his personality mask several years in advance, which was a great advantage.

In other words, the muffin man's brain is not working well, so he played a good hand of cards badly.