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

Childish panda-themed decorations can be found throughout the room, the biggest of which is the panda pillow on the bed.

The unknown side of the class monitor is unexpectedly cute.

Mitsui Tsubasa walked to the bed and suddenly wanted to experience the comfort of this bed.

He leaned back and nearly fell.

I forgot that the furniture here is just a projection...

He stood up again with some regret, but when he bent down he was slightly stunned and found two iron dumbbells under Shinjima's bed.

Mitsui Tsubasa carefully observed every corner of the room and took many photos to satisfy his curiosity.

Then he slowly walked towards the still unaware shadow Shinjima.

He quietly walked behind her, gently put his hand on her shoulder, and said in a long, low voice with resentment: "Squad Leader..."

"what--!"

Shinjima jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and the pencil in his hand broke on the textbook with a "snap".

She let out a short scream, turned around in panic, and looked at Mitsui Tsubasa who suddenly appeared with wide eyes.

Chapter 48 Can I touch your head?

With an innocent smile on his face, Mitsui Tsubasa gently waved to Shinjima and said hello: "Captain, I just happened to be passing by and wanted to see you."

Shinjima stared at him silently, anger and fear mixed in his eyes.

Her clenched teeth seemed to silently express her dissatisfaction.

After a moment, she tried to calm down and responded with a little annoyance: "Mitsui-san, please don't disturb me when I'm studying. It's rude."

"What do you find me for?"

Mitsui Tsubasa tilted his head slightly and thought for a while.

He suddenly realized that he didn't actually have any special purpose.

Since Xindao was not waiting at the end, he could only return to the entrance of the impression space first.

The flame of the heart will be saved for future exploration and battles and cannot be wasted here.

However, he couldn't help but want to test whether the impact on Shinjima Shin yesterday still existed.

With a mischievous smile, he extended his hand and said half-jokingly, "Can I touch your head?"

Hearing this request, Shinjima instantly became furious, his eyebrows raised, and he clenched his fists and shouted: "Please be respectful! I don't..."

Before she could finish her words, dark flames erupted from her body and quickly engulfed her whole body.

Her eyes suddenly became empty and her expression became stiff.

Mitsui Tsubasa observed carefully and confirmed that the effect of Heart Flame was still lasting.

He smiled with satisfaction and rubbed Shinjima's head a few times without any hesitation, enjoying the comfortable touch.

However, Shadow Shinjima Makoto does lack the warmth of a normal human being and feels cold to the touch.

After satisfying his desire, Mitsui Tsubasa slowly stepped back, watching the black flames on Shinjima Makoto's body gradually dissipate.

A few minutes later, Shinjima regained her composure and looked at Mitsui Tsubasa in surprise, as if she didn't understand why he was here.

"Mitsui-san, what do you want from me?"

Mitsui Tsubasa replied in a gentle tone: "Nothing special, I just wanted to stop by to see the squad leader. Now I have to go, see you tomorrow."

He waved briskly, said goodbye, and left the room.

Shadow Shinjima stared at his receding back, her face full of confusion. She seemed to have forgotten something, but also seemed to remember something.

After hesitating for a moment, she sat back at her desk and continued to study.

the other side.

As Mitsui Tsubasa walked out of the room, he suddenly remembered a small matter that could be easily handled.

He pulled out his phone and began navigating to his homeroom teacher’s room.

I simply added the cognition of 'changing his seat tomorrow' and then returned to the entrance of the impression space.

At the entrance, Mitsui Tsubasa checked the battery level of the balance bike and found that only two bars of power were left.

Although it took less than three hours to complete this layer of work, the distance traveled was nearly 30 kilometers.

He realized that he should prepare two spare batteries before his next trip, so he made a note of it in his notebook.

He left the scooter beside the entrance and walked into the elevator.

Push the button that leads to the path of harmonious deprivation.

As the elevator door slowly closed, Mitsui Tsubasa took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous, and carefully checked the equipment he was carrying.

There will definitely be masked shadows on the second floor, so he must be more cautious and prudent.

He was not yet sure what level of intelligence those shadows had and whether they could communicate effectively with him.

"Ding".

With a slight sound, the elevator door slowly opened.

Mitsui Tsubasa tightly grasped the sword in his hand and held it horizontally in front of him to prevent any unexpected situations.

He stood cautiously in the elevator, scanning the new scene outside.

What appeared before our eyes was also a dilapidated abandoned subway station, but it was obviously different from the scene on the Road of Thought Deprivation.

The mycelial blood vessels here are denser, like spreading vines, covering the walls and the ground.

If the former was just a long-abandoned subway station, then this place is more like a dark-style underground tunnel in another world.

After observing for a moment and making sure there was no danger for the time being, Mitsui Tsubasa stepped out of the elevator carefully.

He walked around the elevator, some guesses arose in his mind, and he called out in his mind: "The First Emperor?"

In an instant, the pitch-black flame melted the space. The lone king, wearing a black robe with gold edges and with endless majesty, stepped into this world from the endless void.

He was still sitting high on the nine-story platform, surrounded by curtains adorned with pearls and gems, swaying gently in the breeze, full of a mysterious and unfathomable demeanor.

The faceless king stared silently at the ground below him for a long time without saying a word.

Mitsui Tsubasa curiously followed his gaze, but saw only an empty space.

He couldn't help but ask curiously: "The First Emperor, what are you looking at?"

The king was silent for a moment, and for the first time, a hint of confusion appeared in his voice: [I don’t know either... I just feel a call from deeper inside.]

Mitsui Tsubasa frowned, thinking about the secrets that might be hidden deeper in the impression space - could it be related to the [Holy Grail]?

However, that is a matter of the future after all, so there is no need to worry too much about it now.

He withdrew his thoughts and asked the king another question: "Emperor Shi Huang, is it safe near the entrance of the Harmony Deprivation Road?"

The First Emperor looked around for a moment, then replied calmly: [It is both safe and unsafe. The shadows will instinctively avoid the entrance area, so it is relatively safe here. But the situation on this floor is different. If you alarm the shadows, they may chase you here. Be sure to be careful.]

Mitsui Tsubasa pondered for a moment and nodded slightly to show his understanding. It seemed that this was still a safe area.

He turned his gaze to the side and noticed that the ground was covered with a blood-colored mycelium carpet, like a blur of flesh and blood.

Mitsui Tsubasa cautiously stepped on it tentatively.

It felt like stepping on slippery raw meat, causing his body to tremble and he quickly took two steps back.

Obviously, he must be extra careful in future battles, as such unstable terrain will definitely have an adverse effect on the battle.

There were three forks in the road before the entrance. Mitsui Tsubasa hesitated for a moment and chose the left one.

Dark flames gushed out of his body, covering his entire right arm.

Unsure of the strength of the shadows on this level, he cautiously increased the power of the Heart Flame.

After walking less than a hundred meters, he suddenly stopped and quickly hid in the shelter nearby.

In the dim tunnel ahead, a dark humanoid figure stood quietly. It was covered with various masks, showing laughter, crying, anger, or loss, exuding an extremely weird aura.

Mitsui Tsubasa concentrated and held his breath, carefully observing the protruding main mask - as long as he seized the opportunity to take it off, he would be able to gain the upper hand.

The corners of the mask's mouth drooped, revealing endless sadness and despair. However, the corners of the eyes were raised high, as if ready to welcome the joy of the world at any time. The contradictions and distortions shown on the mask inspired Mitsui Tsubasa to speculate on the nature of the shadow.

He thought for a moment and decided to take off the shotgun and hang it on his backpack to avoid accidentally attracting the siege of the shadow group.

He gently stroked the hilt of the sword, wiped it carefully, and approached the shadow silently.

Chapter 49: The True Shadow

In the dim subway tunnel, Mitsui Tsubasa was dressed in black, blending perfectly with the shadows around him.

He slid lightly behind his target, waited for the right moment, and leaped forward.

Like a pitch-black raven flying across the night sky, he leaped above Shadow and, with the grace of a gymnast, skillfully grabbed Shadow's main mask.

As he exerted force with his right hand, the mask made a strange sound and was torn off by Mitsui Tsubasa.

The strange sticky feeling on the mask made him frown and he threw it away. The mask turned into a ball of black mist in mid-air and quickly dissipated without a trace.

At the same time, Shadow let out a shrill scream, as if he had suffered great harm.

It held its head with both hands in pain, and its body exploded with a bang. Red and black sludge gushed out violently from its body and quickly reorganized into the form of a mythical creature.

Mitsui Tsubasa watched this scene with a serious look.

What appeared before him was a Jack-o'-lantern.

Its head is a hollowed-out pumpkin with exaggeratedly large eyes and a jagged mouth carved on it. It is wearing a tacky cloak and a pointed hat.

Unlike the harmless dolls you see often on Halloween, the eyes glowed an ominous red, giving off a truly terrifying vibe.

But after Mitsui Tsubasa recognized it, he felt relieved.

This was just one of the lowest level Shadows, perfect for his actual combat practice.

Instead of rushing to attack, he held the sword in one hand and calmly observed the Jack-o'-lantern that was twisting in pain in the air.

The monster whose mask had been taken away was now holding his head, mumbling incoherently to himself.

Mitsui Tsubasa tried to listen to what it was saying, but its words were fast and strange, making them difficult to understand.

After a few seconds, Jack-O'-Lantern gradually calmed down and yelled at the person who had taken the mask away.

Hearing its roar, Mitsui Tsubasa raised his eyebrows slightly and asked tentatively: "Wait, can you understand what I am saying?"

In response, the figure of Jack Lantern suddenly rushed towards him.

However, its speed is far inferior to that of Mitsui Tsubasa.

Mitsui Tsubasa nimbly turned sideways and kicked it away with a whip kick.

The repelled Jack-O'-Lantern let out an inarticulate roar, and the red light in its eyes flashed violently.

A white-gloved hand stretched out from its ragged cloak, tightly holding an antique lantern.

The originally soft orange light in the lantern suddenly expanded violently and turned into a ball of blazing flame, which shot towards Mitsui Tsubasa with a low roar.

"poor and weak!"

Mitsui Tsubasa smiled contemptuously, easily saw through the trajectory of the fireball, and dodged the impact of the fireball with an elegant and calm posture.

The fireball hit the ground, causing a burst of sparks, but it failed to spread far.

"This is what is called [Yaki], right? It is indeed a novice skill. Unless there are a large number of them, they will not be enough to pose a threat."

After seeing the true strength of the Jack-o'-Lantern, Mitsui Tsubasa felt relieved and conducted experiments on it recklessly until it could not even release the Yaki.

"Game over."

As Doujiqi's sword flashed, the sharp blade hit the pumpkin head of Jack Lantern heavily, leaving a deep scar.

The Jack-o'-lantern, having lost its power, fell to the ground and lay there helplessly.

Mitsui Tsubasa was sure that it had completely lost the power to resist, so he walked up slowly.