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

This throne was originally reserved for the protagonist, but now it is occupied by a poor student.

Eating snacks, reading comics, and taking notes in class as messy as a dog's crawl, this familiar long-haired girl is about to die!

In order to help her get back on track and become an excellent student, Mitsui Tsubasa decided to sacrifice himself and give her the golden seat in the first row.

'I am a saint!'

Mitsui Tsubasa was deeply moved by his own noble sentiments.

He wrote down the plan to change seats on his memo, then walked back to his seat, spread out his clothes, and fell asleep.

I slept so soundly that the sky was dark and the sun and moon were invisible... Well, actually I didn't sleep well at all.

The classroom is too noisy.

The teachers are noisy during class, the students are noisy after class, and some people even fight in the classroom during lunch break!

She was shouting "Kyoko~Kyoko~" like a madman, she really was, Mitsui Tsubasa was crying to death.

Today's students are really worse than the previous generation. What our history teacher said is right!

After finally making it to the end of school, Mitsui Tsubasa's neck began to ache when he walked out of the classroom.

I didn’t sleep well that day, but fortunately this is the testing phase.

Tomorrow he would bring a blanket and sleep on the floor.

Looking at the many new records on the memo, Mitsui Tsubasa walked out of the school gate with a helpless look on his face.

The cognitive modification was successful, but not completely successful, such as success!

Chapter 45: Surge of Killing Intent

After returning home, Mitsui Tsubasa carefully checked the room.

While enjoying dinner, he sorted out his next plans.

There has been some progress in cognitive modification, and he can now sleep during class.

This means that the night time can be fully used to improve the level in the impression space. If you practice for 12 hours a day, the upgrade will be faster.

The biggest obstacle at present has become the SP recovery speed. Medicines alone are not enough, and we need to find new recovery items.

Tactics also need to be adjusted appropriately. When SP consumption is too high, you can first go to make cognitive modifications for the teachers and students in the school, and the time on the way can be used as a rest.

There is also the "Path of Harmony Deprivation", and we should explore the entrance area of ​​that level today.

After dinner, Mitsui Tsubasa was absent-mindedly clearing the dishes.

Just as he was about to finish tidying up, his hand paused slightly and his eyes fell on the whiskey bottle on the corner of the table.

If you have gasoline, you could try making a Molotov cocktail.

However, thinking back carefully, he didn't seem to have ordered any alcohol when he ordered the food.

He never drinks, so who adds all sorts of alcohol to his dinner every day?

Mitsui Tsubasa frowned and his face gradually darkened.

If this was just someone's arbitrary behavior, it would be a minor matter. What he was more worried about was that someone had tampered with the drinks.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Kotetsu: "Kotetsu, come to my room."

"Yes, sir." Kotetsu responded concisely and clearly.

In less than a minute, the doorbell rang.

Mitsui Tsubasa opened the door and led Kotetsu to the dining table.

He pointed at the bottle with a gloomy face and said to Kotetsu, "Kotetsu, you personally inspected my catering, right?"

Kotetsu looked a little confused, nodded, and replied doubtfully: "Yes, young master, the inspection team and I can ensure that every food you consume is safe."

"What about this wine?" Mitsui Tsubasa tapped the bottle impatiently, making a crisp sound.

"The drinks you drink are brought from Kanagawa. They have been inspected and resealed by us, so you can drink them with confidence." Kotetsu replied.

Mitsui Tsubasa stared at Kotetsu coldly, almost gritting his teeth and said, "But I don't like drinking, you should know this very well. Why do you always add wine to my dinner?"

Hearing this, Kotetsu's expression suddenly changed, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Are you...are you sure you didn't order any alcohol?" he asked.

The atmosphere in the room instantly froze, becoming cold and depressing.

The two looked at each other, with very ugly expressions on their faces.

Mitsui Tsubasa stared into Kotetsu's eyes, trying to find any possible flaws, but in the end he chose to believe Kotetsu for the time being.

"You should have a backup of the order on your phone, right? Let me see it," said Mitsui Tsubasa.

Kotetsu nodded, took out his cell phone, operated it for a few times, and then handed it to Mitsui Tsubasa.

Mitsui Tsubasa took the phone and saw a customized APP displaying his daily dining menu.

He swiped his finger across the screen a few times, carefully checking every order record since arriving in Tokyo.

Beer, brandy, tequila, wine... plus today's whiskey, there are different types of drinks every day.

It seems that whoever edited his menu was really persistent and was afraid that he would miss the opportunity to drink!

Mitsui Tsubasa threw the phone back to Kotetsu in displeasure and said coldly: "I never ordered any drinks. I thought you were kind enough to send me there to entertain me."

There was a strong hint of sarcasm in his tone, which made Kotetsu feel even more ashamed.

This towering man knelt down like a soldier, his head buried deep in the ground, and said, "Young Master, I failed in my duty."

"Your menu was sent to the catering department for processing before being given to me for review. I thought you ordered the drinks yourself."

"I will seal off the catering department right now and retest the drinks from the past few days. Please give me a chance to make amends."

Mitsui Tsubasa remained silent and did not answer immediately.

The atmosphere in the room became more tense, like the dead silence before a volcano erupted.

The silence lasted for a long time. Mitsui Tsubasa felt that the beating on Kotetsu was enough, so he took a step forward, reached out and grabbed Kotetsu's broad shoulders, trying to help him up.

However, no matter how hard Mitsui Tsubasa tried, he felt as if he was holding an extremely heavy rock in his hands, and it didn't move at all.

Kotetsu still knelt on the ground guiltily, unwilling to stand up.

Mitsui Tsubasa had to use a gentler tone to comfort him: "Get up, Kotetsu, this is not your fault."

After several attempts of consolation, Mitsui Tsubasa finally pulled Kotetsu up from the ground.

He gently patted Kotetsu's arm and said in a sincere tone: "Kotetsu, I don't blame you. The Huiye Building is full of people from other branches, and you can't take care of everything. Now, the only person I can fully trust is you, don't let me down."

Kotetsu gritted his teeth and responded firmly: "I swear that I will protect the safety of the young master until my death."

"Very good." Mitsui Tsubasa nodded, then changed the subject, "Don't report this to father. Give me the list of personnel in the catering department and I will handle it personally. You just need to check whether the wine is contaminated."

"But..." Kotetsu hesitated. This matter could be big or small. According to his duties, he should inform the head of the family.

Kotetsu raised his head and met Mitsui Tsubasa's cold and sharp gaze. He instantly felt as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head.

Recalling the secret conversation a few days ago, Kotetsu's throat moved and he finally made his choice.

"As you command, young master."

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at him and nodded with satisfaction. Obviously, the balance in Kotetsu's heart had tilted towards him.

This dereliction of duty made him feel extremely ashamed, but it indirectly did him a favor and pushed him closer to his own camp.

After giving Kotetsu a few more instructions, Mitsui Tsubasa got the list of personnel in the catering department from him and let him leave.

Looking at the suppressed anger under Kotetsu's calm face, Mitsui Tsubasa understood that this matter would not be settled.

However, this was exactly what he wanted, and he had no intention of continuing to maintain his gentle and polite image.

Since someone dared to plot against him, if he continued to endure it, he would be bullied at will.

He resolutely abandoned his previous plan and decided to go to the Impression Space to find these people today to see who was behind it and what they wanted to do.

Since someone has made a move, he might as well retaliate by using the method of "disabling" him!

Killing intent surged in my heart.

Mitsui Tsubasa picked up the wooden sword next to him and began to practice kendo in the room.

After an hour of sword practice, his emotions not only did not calm down, but became even more intense.

Tonight, he will let blood flow like a river!

Chapter 46 Ghost Rider, but Balance Bike Version

Dusk has come, it’s time to encounter the devil.

At this mysterious moment, the world seems to become hazy and the boundaries between the yin and yang worlds begin to intersect.

Mitsui Tsubasa stood in front of the French window with a sword in his hand, his expression cold.

"Impression space, start!"

Different World Navigation APP: "Destination has been matched, starting navigation for you."

The texture of space was distorted in an instant, and the boundary between reality and illusion was torn apart silently.

A strange world of red and black appeared, descending like a dream, and brought him into a palace constructed by the collective subconscious of mankind.

In the dim light of the elevator, the second button on the panel lit up.

Mitsui Tsubasa hesitated for a moment, but still chose the path of ideological deprivation.

The VIP customer service list obtained from Koche contained the information of twenty-five people.

The list covers employees at all levels, from general managers, department managers to chefs and waiters.

These people are social elites carefully cultivated by their families. They have complex backgrounds and elusive personalities. They may be distributed in different areas of the impression space.

He planned to start from the most basic level and check one by one. Those with problems would be dealt with directly, and those without problems would also be modified.

I originally wanted to leave the Huiye Building matter to be dealt with later, but I didn’t expect someone to jump out so eagerly.

With a crisp "ding" sound, the elevator door slowly opened.

Mitsui Tsubasa took a step forward, but suddenly froze, feeling like something was missing.

He looked around, then hesitantly lowered his head, only to see that his hands were empty.

"Where's my scooter?"

I remember that I was holding the handlebars before I came in. How come he was the only one who entered the elevator, but the balance bike didn't follow?

Mitsui Tsubasa hesitated and retreated back to the elevator, returning to the real space.

When I came out, I saw the balance bike standing there quietly.

He thought about it for a moment and decided to try a different approach.

So he grabbed the handlebar of the balance bike with one hand and gently lifted it up.

"Impression space, start!"

Different World Navigation APP: "Destination has been matched, starting navigation for you."

Stepping into the impression space again, Mitsui Tsubasa felt the weight in his hand, and this time the balance car entered with him.

He thought for a moment, it seemed that only the items that were picked up could enter together.

This makes sense, otherwise, just by contact, he might even bring the earth beneath his feet into this strange space.

As he stepped out of the elevator, dark flames burned on his body.

Mitsui Tsubasa tried to extend the flame to the balance car.

Then, a ghost motorcycle shrouded in pitch-black flames and showing a cool style...a balance car came into being.