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

Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but shudder as he imagined the scene of riding this bike with sparks and lightning all the way.

The scene was so beautiful that he dared not think about it any more.

Fortunately, there were no companions present at the moment, otherwise such a scene would have been a bit embarrassing.

Shaking his head to put aside these distracting thoughts, Mitsui Tsubasa patrolled the entrance to ensure the safety of the territory.

Then he picked up the travel bag containing the new snacks, unlocked his phone, and activated the navigation function.

"Yoshino Asami, Huiye Building, navigation."

Different World Navigation APP: "The target is found in the current area and navigation begins."

Mitsui Tsubasa stood there without moving, but added a number 1 after Yoshino Asami's name.

"Foujo Shino, Huiye Building, navigation."

Next came Yu Nakanishi, Yuko Tani, Fumino Ko, Rumi Komiuchi, Mizuki Nimei...until Kaori Mizukura.

"Uda Shinya, Huiye Building, navigation."

Different World Navigation APP: "No target found, navigation failed."

Soon, the entire list was marked by him.

After screening, a total of sixteen people were located on the first level of the impression space.

Interestingly, these people at the first level mostly hold junior positions, while department managers and above are clearly in deeper areas.

In his notes, Mitsui Tsubasa outlined a speculation: the impression space may be divided into levels according to the individual's social status and the intensity of desire.

From this perspective, the teachers and classmates in the school seem to be "good people", and the ivory tower is worthy of its reputation.

He reordered the list to put employees at this level at the top.

Mitsui Tsubasa checked his equipment and set off on his journey.

The cleanup operation begins now!

In the dark and abandoned subway tunnel, only a few broken lamps were still emitting a faint light. This dark red light had a strange feeling, as if the eyes of a ghost were peeping in the dark.

The mottled graffiti on the walls of the tunnel looks particularly strange. The original bright colors have faded, leaving only traces of time and ominous symbols.

A gurgling sound came from a distance, which seemed to be the sound of a vehicle running. In this silent environment, the sound was unusually prominent.

The pitch-black firelight gradually became clearer, pushing the dim red light aside.

Ghost Rider Balance Car Edition makes a grand appearance!

With a gorgeous drift, Mitsui Tsubasa parked the car steadily on the side of the tunnel, then turned around gracefully and walked towards the opposite wall.

As he approached, a door emitting a faint red light reappeared after the wall collapsed.

Mitsui Tsubasa stopped and looked at the door carefully.

As I recall, this door is exactly the same as the door of the VIP restaurant in Huiye Building.

Looking back, the doors of teachers' and students' rooms seemed to mostly imitate the design of classroom doors.

Mitsui Tsubasa recorded this observation in his notes and then pushed the door open with ease.

He had a guess in his mind, that is, the shadow selves on the first level were all weaklings, at best at the level of the angry Shinjima.

With his current strength, he doesn't need to worry about any accidents. He can just push forward and win.

As he stepped into the room, Mitsui Tsubasa was stunned. He almost thought he had walked into the wrong place and entered the backroom of a kitchen.

Before my eyes was a dazzling array of ingredients neatly displayed on the shelves, while all kinds of kitchen utensils filled row after row of cabinets.

He quickly recalled the man's profile in his mind: Wen Yehang, 28 years old, deputy chef.

Looking up, I saw a fat man in chef's uniform chopping meat vigorously.

No, that was not chopping. He was holding two square hammer knives in his hands, and was repeatedly beating a whole piece of fresh beef into meat paste.

Mitsui Tsubasa immediately realized that the chef seemed to be making a dish similar to Chaoshan beef balls.

He watched with interest for a while, then coughed twice gently to alert the people in the room of his arrival.

The fat chef turned around with a look of confusion on his face.

When he saw Mitsui Tsubasa's appearance clearly, his eyes widened in surprise, and he wiped his hands nervously on his apron, trotting over and said, "Young Master, why are you here?"

As the chef approached, Mitsui Tsubasa unexpectedly smelled an aroma - it was a mixture of various spices and ingredients, rich and complex.

It seems that this chef has been immersed in his culinary world and even marinated himself into the flavors!

Chapter 47: Shinjima Makoto, bedroom photo

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at the fat chef in front of him. He looked quite gentle, but he looked like a hippopotamus.

Maybe because of his dedication to his work, he also has a big bald head.

It's no surprise to say that he is a sumo wrestler with this appearance.

"Are you Wen Yehang?"

"It's me, young master. What do you want from me?"

The fat chef rubbed his hands unconsciously while talking, which made Mitsui Tsubasa find it a little funny - such a big guy, but such a shy personality?

Mitsui Yi released his hand from the hilt of the sword, strode to the side and asked casually, "I came here to ask you something. Who are you working for? Who do you obey?"

The fat chef looked at him blankly, as if he didn't understand at all.

"Me? I take orders from the Mitsui family?"

The corner of Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes twitched slightly. This man actually asked him back. It seemed that his mind was not very clear.

"Don't play dumb. Do you think I don't know the family rules? If no one supports you behind the scenes, you can't become a VIP chef."

While speaking, Mitsui Tsubasa walked around the kitchen and didn't find anything unusual.

Out of curiosity, he reached out to take an apple, but his fingers went straight through it - the food was just an illusion, like some kind of projection.

"Give me a name." He began to get impatient.

The fat chef stood in place, his huge body moving as Mitsui Tsubasa moved, constantly changing direction.

He scratched his head and looked very confused.

"Master, I...I really can't say."

Mitsui Tsubasa paused, a smile appeared on his face, and he said sympathetically: "It's okay, I'll help you!"

He drew out his sword with a swish, thought for a moment, and then put it back, holding only the scabbard.

The fat chef looked terrified--he kept waving his hands in front of him.

"No, no, no, please spare me, young master, I really..."

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't even give him a chance to explain. He knocked him down first and then asked him, thinking that this way he would get the most truthful answer.

Don't think he will show mercy just because you use the French hand gesture!

Mitsui Tsubasa stepped forward, holding the boy's sword high in his hand.

Faced with the attack, the fat chef screamed, retreated instead of moving forward, and held his head tightly with both hands - just like a timid ostrich.

Seeing this scene, Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes twitched slightly, and he felt that this person was most likely not the type to do something dirty.

Then, the long sword swung, and the metal part at the end of the hilt gently hit the opponent's unguarded head - creating ripples in his mind.

With a soft thud, the fat chef fell to the ground, crying like a 300-pound child.

"Tell me! Who do you obey?"

Once the shadow self is defeated, it completely loses the ability to resist.

The fat chef cried and said, "I, I obey Miss Mitsui Kyoko."

Mitsui Kyoko...Mitsui Tsubasa quickly recalled the names of his family members.

The name sounds strange.

She should not be the daughter of the main family, but a lady from a branch family...

This is normal. The main branch of the Mitsui family has as many as three-digit direct descendants, which does sound like a lot.

But compared with the split family, this number seems insignificant. The number of collateral descendants of the split family has already exceeded four digits.

For a family like Mitsui that has been passed down for hundreds of years, "unity" is more than just an adjective.

"What did she ask you to do?"

The fat chef hesitated for a moment and stammered, "The lady said that I am different from others..."

Mitsui Tsubasa raised his eyebrows, this didn't sound right, and his gossipy spirit was ignited.

“…She told me not to waste my time on power struggles and just focus on cooking. She guaranteed that I could become a chef in the future. She is so gentle…”

"..."

The smile on Mitsui Tsubasa's face gradually disappeared. After waiting for so long, this is the result?

It's so boring.

He shook his head and began to finish.

"Stop crying and go back to your real self. From now on, you will only be loyal to me, obey my orders unconditionally, and ignore all my abnormal behavior. Go now!"

The fat chef looked at him timidly and nodded.

The huge body turned into light and dissipated.

Mitsui Tsubasa took out his cell phone and put a √ behind his name.

With one last look around the interesting kitchen, he set off to find his next employee.

……

After a long time - mainly traveling on the road.

Mitsui Tsubasa successfully rewrote the cognition of all sixteen employees on the road of ideological deprivation.

The good news is that none of these people had any ill will towards him.

The bad news is that most of them don't have any special talents and can only be considered as making up the numbers.

It seems that the truly capable or truly evil people may be hiding in the deeper levels of the impression space.

After leaving the employee's private space, Mitsui Tsubasa hesitated for a moment holding his mobile phone.

The topography of the impression space was constantly changing, and he had tried to find the end of this layer through navigation, but failed.

Now he had only two choices: either return to the entrance and take the elevator deeper, or try to find Shinjima directly, perhaps she was still acting as the gatekeeper.

After a moment's hesitation, Mitsui Tsubasa decided to go find Shinjima Makoto and check if there were any changes in her shadow self.

"Makoto Niijima, Class 2-A, Shujin Private Academy, Navigation."

Different World Navigation App: "The target is found in the current area and navigation begins."

It took the balance bike a full fifteen minutes to reach the destination.

Mitsui Tsubasa stopped the car and looked around. This was not the terminal of Impression Space...

Walking towards the wall, a door exactly like the classroom door appeared.

Pushing the door open, you see a warm and tidy bedroom. The most eye-catching thing is the large bookcases filled with books.

At this time, Shadow Shinjima had his back to him, seemingly studying hard.

Mitsui Tsubasa was not in a hurry to approach her, but instead began to visit her bedroom with great interest.

Since it is a space composed of cognition, the layout here is likely to be exactly the same as in the real world.

Then take a good look around the monitor's bedroom. You can talk to her directly about the furnishings here later. I'm sure she will be very happy!

He first approached the bookcase and took a quick look, finding that it was almost entirely filled with reference books. However... there was actually a whole set of girls' comics on the lower shelf of the bookcase near the bed.

Mitsui Tsubasa took photos of the comics, which may be used as a reference when giving gifts to Shinjima in the future.