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

It is worth mentioning that as he approached the exit, he noticed that the shadows gradually became scarce. This might not be a coincidence, but due to his poor condition, he did not have the energy to think deeply about this phenomenon.

Looking at the elevator in front of him with the words "towards the ground", Mitsui Tsubasa became hesitant.

His memory told him that the exit of the impression space was here, but... where did the upward staircase next to it lead to? Did this path exist in the game?

Whatever, my body just can't take it anymore and I need to rest. I'll come back to solve this problem when I'm in better condition next time.

With trembling fingers, he pressed the elevator button. After successfully entering, Mitsui Tsubasa finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally I made it out alive."

My mind was blank and I didn't know how much time had passed in a trance, until the elevator reached the ground floor and stopped with a "beep".

As the door slowly opened, endless light poured in like a flood.

"Hey boy...are you okay...wake up, boy?"

The intermittent whispers seemed to come from a dream. Mitsui Tsubasa opened his eyes blankly and felt his body's consciousness returning.

In front of me was the old man in the convenience store uniform, his face full of concern.

Quickly sorting out his thoughts, Mitsui Tsubasa forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine, just a little dizzy. Excuse me, was I dizzy for a long time?"

The old man seemed relieved: "It's okay, it's okay, it will only take about ten minutes."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and took out a few candies from his pocket: "Is your blood sugar low? This happened to me a lot when I was young..."

Although Mitsui Tsubasa knew that this was not the case, he still accepted the old man's kindness and took a few candies.

Afterwards, while waiting for the rescue team to arrive, he reluctantly chatted with the old man about many trivial matters.

"Young people also need to pay attention to their health."

With such heartwarming advice, Mitsui Tsubasa declined the health check proposed by the rescuers and quickly left the subway station.

Fortunately, this place is not far from his residence, and living nearby does have its conveniences.

After returning to his residence, Mitsui Tsubasa endured the pain and thoroughly checked the entire room again.

After confirming that it was safe, Jing Yi felt relieved, took off his school uniform, and observed the wounds on his body.

The places bitten by the dog-shaped shadows surprisingly had no epidermal damage, so there was no bleeding. However, there was a red and swollen reaction similar to inflammation around the wound, and it was painful to press lightly.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but after returning to the real world, he felt that the pain seemed to be much less than in the memory space.

After a careful examination, he noticed that there was no blood or bruises under the skin, which puzzled Mitsui Tsubasa for a moment.

He is not a doctor. In this situation, should he use alcohol or iodine to disinfect, or should he take anti-inflammatory drugs?

Trying hard to recall how the protagonist team handled the situation in the original novel, did they use band-aids to deal with the emergency?

Although he always keeps some basic medicines in his first aid kit at home, he doesn't dare to use them casually because he is in real life.

It seemed that he needed to find a reliable doctor for consultation as soon as possible.

His mind moved and he suddenly thought of the most suitable candidate.

After weighing the pros and cons, he just took two painkillers and then carefully bandaged the wound with gauze after disinfecting it with alcohol.

After finishing the work, Mitsui Tsubasa fell headfirst into the soft and comfortable bed. He could no longer suppress his deep tiredness and fell asleep instantly.

As time passes, the light outside the window changes from bright to dark, and then from dark to bright.

Mitsui Yi suddenly woke up, the afterimage of the fierce battle with Shadow still lingering in his mind: "Is it a dream?"

Fortunately, it was just a dream and I felt a little better.

The battle in the dream was far more brutal than what happened in reality, and I really don’t want to think about it again.

Carefully getting up from the bed, Mitsui Tsubasa began to move his body, and was surprised to find that his wound had actually improved a lot.

Although the redness and swelling have not completely subsided, the pain has been significantly reduced. At the current recovery rate, it may only take half a day to fully recover.

He was clearly just taking painkillers, so it shouldn't have such a significant effect.

However, since the injury is inflicted in impression space, perhaps the healing mechanisms here are different.

The improvement in his health cheered up Mitsui Tsubasa. After washing up, he finally remembered the school bag that had been forced to become a weapon in the melee.

After a quick inspection, he nodded with satisfaction. Apart from the fact that the bag itself was a little wrinkled, none of the books inside were missing or damaged.

For example, this math exercise book...

My heart suddenly sank and the smile on my face froze instantly.

I picked up my phone dully and glanced at the time. It showed 6 a.m. on Friday, a school day.

He hasn't written a single word of his homework yet...

Chapter 4: Preparation for Exploration

By stimulating the biological instinct of survival, Mitsui Tsubasa miraculously completed the homework for six subjects before class.

In a trance, I seemed to be back in my student days. In the few days before the end of the long vacation, I finished the entire vacation homework in just a few hours. It was simply a miracle in life.

Having successfully avoided being labeled as "unstudious" on the second day of school, Mitsui Tsubasa spent another ordinary day.

The classmates are very friendly and the teachers are also welcoming. The only regret is that he feels that school life is a bit like being in prison...

After finally making it to the end of school, Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't wait to go home.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened this time. After checking the room as usual, he stood in front of the newly replaced half-length mirror in a daze.

The boy in the mirror still looked the same, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a majestic demeanor. But I don't know when, that sense of strangeness disappeared, and the figures of the two lives seemed to merge into one.

"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."

The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted his thoughts.

Mitsui Tsubasa took out his cell phone and was a little surprised when he saw the caller ID. Why did his father call at this time?

In his impression, his father was always taciturn. Even when he was traveling far away or on a long business trip, the father and son would only contact each other once a weekend to chat about family matters.

We rarely communicate by phone unless there is something important.

After a moment's silence, Mitsui Tsubasa answered the phone: "Dad, it's me. My school life went well today. What can I do for you?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. After a long while, my father's voice came: "That's good. I heard that you broke a mirror. Is it because the pressure of the new school is too great?"

Unexpectedly, it was because of this incident that Mitsui Tsubasa frowned slightly.

The apartment is cleaned twice a week by a dedicated housekeeping staff, at times chosen by him personally.

Although he knew that these domestic workers must have been carefully trained by the family, he still felt a little unhappy that they had to report even such trivial matters to their superiors.

"No, father, everything is fine in the new school. I broke the mirror by accident."

"Well, that's good. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Remember, you are not fighting alone. I and the entire Mitsui family will support you."

"I know, father."

"That's good. Are you happy with your life in Tokyo? Living alone is always a bit forced..."

His father rarely said something caring, and Mitsui felt warm in his heart. Unconsciously, their conversation turned to his father's days as a young university student in Tokyo.

"Living alone, you must feel lonely..." There was a hint of contemplation in my father's voice, as if he was thinking of someone in particular, and his mood became a little heavy. After a moment of silence, he cheered up and continued,

"I'm still worried about you, so let me give you a gift."

Before Mitsui Tsubasa could answer, his father immediately added with a smile: "A gift you will never refuse!"

After saying this, he couldn't help laughing like a child who had succeeded in a prank, and quickly hung up the phone.

Gift... Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but rub his forehead. It was rare for his father to behave in such an improper way. He always felt that this so-called gift might be very different from what he expected.

After being distracted for a while, Mitsui Tsubasa forced himself back to reality.

Gifts and the like are not important, but this app on the phone...

The striking red and black color scheme, coupled with the exaggerated and bizarre eyeball pattern, makes this clearly the protagonist group's navigation app for another world.

He only discovered this app on his phone at noon today and was really shocked.

Theoretically, this APP should be the embodiment of Amamiya Ren's cognition, but he got it before Amamiya Ren awakened.

After thinking about it, he could only attribute it all to the incredible power of cognitive science.

Cognitive science... Thinking of the various methods used by the villains in the original story, Mitsui Tsubasa's desire for this knowledge became stronger and stronger.

Making people 'repent' is just one way of applying cognitive science. Its essence is far more than that. The real power of cognitive science lies in cognitive modification.

If the power of the personality mask is strong enough, combined with the secrets of cognitive psychology, the ideal world will eventually come.

"Can't waste any more time."

Mitsui Tsubasa muttered to himself, clenched his hands, and immediately took action.

First check the body to make sure the injury has healed.

Then he began to prepare supplies.

Bring the entire first aid kit.

Pick some of each snack and drink in the refrigerator and take it with you.

For a first attempt, these logistical supplies should be sufficient.

He dragged out a storage box from the storage room, which contained some equipment he brought when moving. He didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Put on a full set of thick and wear-resistant professional sportswear, and stuff the multifunctional engineer shovel and various scattered small tools into the oversized mountaineering bag.

Seeing that there was still space, he even stuffed a blanket in there.

When you are tired from fighting, you can lie on the ground to rest for a while and eat something. It feels almost the same as camping.

After finishing his packing, he put on his backpack and jumped a few times on the spot. Although it was a bit cumbersome, it gave people a heavy and solid feeling.

Next comes the most important part - the right weapon.

He stared at the long package at the bottom of the box, took a deep breath, and carefully opened the package.

The blade is 80 centimeters long, a bit long by the standards of a tachi. The handle is embossed with a ferocious ghost head, and the word "An Gang" is engraved on the blade. The scabbard is simple but elegant.

This is the national treasure known to all Japanese people, a famous sword that has survived from the Heian period to the end of the Edo period and is still in existence today - Dojikiri Yasutsuga, one of the "Five Swords of the World"!

An imitation of ...

Of course it is a replica. After all, the original is a national treasure and has been kept in the Tokyo National Museum.

The reason why Mitsui Tsubasa chose this sword is very simple: Doujikiri Yasutsuga is a famous sword known to everyone in Japan, and there is also a legend about it that it can slay demons.

It appears in many literary works, film and television works, and games, and it may show unexpected power in the impression space.

Hanging the Doujikiri Yasunari horizontally around his waist, Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but walk to the mirror to examine himself.

The image is really hard to describe, and this chaotic outfit can only be described as incongruous.

And it also lacks key equipment - long-range weapons.

Times have changed. Amamiya Ren can kill everyone in the impression space with just a model gun.

However, because Mitsui Tsubasa was in such a rush after his rebirth, he has not yet gotten a suitable gun.

If you could bring a heavy firepower weapon like a Gatling gun into the impression space, the battle scene would surely be spectacular.

“I must be prepared next time.”

Thinking of this, Mitsui Tsubasa calmed down the tension in his heart and input into the different world navigation application on his phone: "Impression space."

"Destination matched, starting navigation for you."

As the mechanized female voice rang out on the phone, the scene in front of Mitsui Tsubasa began to distort violently.

After a moment of visual dizziness, he unexpectedly found himself standing in the elevator leading to the ground again.

Something always feels wrong.

While the elevator was still a safe area, Mitsui Tsubasa carefully recalled the plot of the game. Thanks to his rebirth, his memories of his past life became extremely profound, like books stored in his mind.

After some thought, he realized the inconsistency.