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

Seeing Takemiya's frightened look, Mitsui Tsubasa felt a sense of pleasure from a successful prank. He deliberately lowered his voice and said grimly, "Of course it's to prevent you from escaping!"

Wu Jianmiao reached for his cell phone with trembling hands, ready to call the police.

Mitsui Tsubasa quickly waved his hands and changed his tone to explain: "Doctor Takemi, don't get excited, I was just joking."

"I really asked you to come and help solve the problem. Have you forgotten those strange wounds on my body?"

As he spoke, he kept backing away until his body was pressed against the wall, then he stopped and raised his hands to show his sincerity.

Wu Jianmiao finally accepted his explanation, but still looked at him with suspicion, "Well, where is the source of the pollution?"

Mitsui Tsubasa sighed. Where is the most basic trust between people?

He took out his mobile phone, opened a distance measuring app, and carefully measured the distance between himself and Wu Jianmiao.

The APP shows 10.32 meters.

He carefully wrote down the number on his memo, then typed in the following voice: "Impression space, start."

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

The space twisted and he entered the elevator leading to another dimension.

When I turned around, Wu Jianmiao didn't come in.

It seemed that the distance was too far, so he quickly made a note of it.

Then I returned to reality.

Wu Jianmiao was still alert and asked in confusion: "What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly."

Mitsui Tsubasa did not explain immediately, but took two steps forward, shortening the distance between the two to 8 meters.

Entering the impression space again, Wu Jianmiao was no longer there.

7 meters... not here.

6 meters... not here.

Every time he returned to reality, Wu Jianmiao would repeat the question, seemingly completely unaware that he had just disappeared.

It was not until the distance was shortened to five meters that the vigilant expression on Wu Jianmiao's face was suddenly replaced by panic.

"What's this!?"

She watched as the strange red and black ripples around her distorted the space, and wormholes emerged in the void, and she involuntarily moved closer to Mitsui Tsubasa.

Then, the two of them appeared in the elevator together.

"W-what is this place? What on earth is happening to me?"

Wu Jianmiao looked around the elevator in panic and asked incoherently.

Mitsui Tsubasa took a step forward, gently pressed her shoulders and comforted her: "Don't be nervous, Doctor Takemi, it's still safe here."

"Currently?" Wu Jianmiao keenly captured this key word.

"Yes, for now." Mitsui Tsubasa pressed the button of the Mind Deprivation Road, "I will explain it to you later."

The elevator descended quickly and soon reached its destination.

After a ding sound, it slowly opened.

An abandoned subway platform appeared before their eyes.

Mitsui Tsubasa was the first to step out of the elevator. He quickly glanced around the surroundings and turned around after making sure it was safe.

He opened his arms to Takemiya and introduced him in an elegant tone: "Welcome to the Impression Space, Doctor Takemiya. This is the source of pollution."

Chapter 63: Life is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills.

Wu Jianmiao stood in the elevator, looking a little at a loss.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, mustered up the courage and walked out.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she was attracted by the mycelium that spread like blood vessels on the wall. She frowned and observed for a long time before looking away.

She kept a safe distance from Mitsui Tsubasa and carefully observed the surroundings near the entrance.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally walked to his side and asked with full of doubts: "Where are we?"

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at her with sincerity in his eyes. He gently explained: "This is the impression space, a storage place for the collective unconscious of mankind. It can also be seen as the 'palace of everyone'."

He pointed to a pile of supplies nearby, where there were a few chairs he had brought in earlier, and said, "Let's sit down and talk. I'll tell you all the information I know."

Wu Jianmiao hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

Mitsui Yi took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, handed it to her, and asked softly: "Do you need some water?"

Wu Jian Miao shook her head slightly, her eyes still fixed on Mitsui Tsubasa's face, as if looking for some answer.

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't care. He unscrewed the bottle cap, drank two sips of water, and then began to explain to her in detail the existence and significance of the impression space.

He spent some time explaining his views and understanding of the impression space to Wu Jianmiao in detail. After that, he sat quietly by the side, waiting for her to digest the information.

About ten minutes later, Wu Jianmiao sighed deeply and said with emotion: "If I hadn't come here in person, I would never have believed that there is such a place."

"Were your injuries caused by the shadow attack here?"

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded, confirming her guess.

"Since these shadows can't enter the real world, why do you keep coming here to fight them?"

Mitsui Tsubasa's face darkened slightly as he recalled his previous experiences and speculations.

He stared at Wu Jianmiao closely, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

"I was also brought here by someone. I'm not sure what his original plan was, but he didn't expect that I would awaken the power of my personality mask here."

"Personality?"

"Yes, Dr. Takemi, did you study Jungian psychology in college?"

Wu Jianmiao thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Psychology is indeed a required course for medical students, but I am not proficient in Jung's theory. I only know how to cope with the exam."

"That's enough." Mitsui Tsubasa sighed softly and continued,

"The personality mask is a core concept in Jungian psychology. It represents the side we show to the outside world. It is a mask we wear to adapt to society and the environment. But here, the personality mask has a deeper and more powerful power."

Takemiya nodded thoughtfully: "I can probably understand that theory, so what?"

"So, let me show you the power of a Persona."

After Mitsui Tsubasa finished speaking, he stood up, and a dark flame suddenly burst out from his body, instantly devouring his casual clothes. In their place, he was dressed in phantom-like gorgeous clothes, like a warrior from an ancient legend.

He took a deep breath and growled out a shocking name: "The First Emperor!"

Following this low roar, an even more violent dark fire storm suddenly erupted around Mitsui Tsubasa. His eyes turned into majestic golden pupils, like two blazing suns, illuminating everything around him.

A strong storm gathered behind him, as if to tear the entire space apart and form a terrifying hole.

Ink-black flames burst out from nothingness, like rage from the abyss, dancing madly, reflecting the figure of a king.

He was wearing a black robe with flames swirling wildly on the robe, as if to draw the whole world into it, showing unparalleled dominance and majesty.

Wu Jianmiao was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. The scene before her was completely beyond her understanding.

What she saw was more exaggerated and shocking than any special effects in a movie. The scene that should have existed only in fantasy was actually unfolding before her eyes, making her feel a strong sense of unreality.

Mitsui Tsubasa tried hard to keep a calm expression. In order to prepare for this grand appearance, he communicated with the First Emperor for a long time.

Feeling that the atmosphere was just right, he called out softly in his heart and asked the First Emperor to slowly disappear.

Before disappearing, the Faceless King lowered his head and looked at him, leaving a helpless sigh in his heart.

Mitsui Tsubasa paused and said to Takemiya: "You see, this is the power of the personality mask. The person who attacked me also possessed this power. In order to protect myself, I had to constantly enter the image space to fight."

He took out a small medicine box containing quick-healing medicine and showed it to Wu Jianmiao.

"These medicines are used here, so I always urge you to speed up the process."

It took Wu Jianmiao a while to calm down, and he felt that his worldview had collapsed.

"If I were to tell anyone that there is such a mysterious place as the Impression Space in this world, I'm afraid no one would believe it."

'No wonder he's always been so mysterious. It seems like I've misunderstood him.'

Thinking back to her previous misunderstandings and suspicions about Mitsui Tsubasa, Wu Jian Miao couldn't help feeling guilty. She grabbed her hair nervously and looked around, trying to find a suitable opportunity to speak.

"So, you brought me in here, what do you want me to do?"

"I hope that Dr. Takemi can explore this impression space with me in his spare time. After all, you are a doctor, and things like treating wounds should be no problem for you."

After hearing his request, Wu Jianmiao felt somewhat moved, but also a little hesitant.

Being able to witness with her own eyes the process of how such strange wounds were created undoubtedly had a huge appeal to her, but fighting was clearly beyond her ability.

"Didn't you say there were shadow monsters or something here? But I can't fight at all."

Mitsui Tsubasa gently waved his hand and consoled him, "Don't worry, leave the fighting to me. Doctor Takemi just needs to hide in a safe place and I'll come back to you after I've dealt with the monster."

"It's hard to explain with just words, why don't we try it together. Don't worry, the shadows on this floor are very weak, I can handle it."

Wu Jianmiao hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

After getting their supplies, the two carefully walked into the dim tunnel.

A few minutes later, a humanoid shadow appeared in front of them.

Mitsui Tsubasa pointed to the shelter beside him, signaling Takemi Miu to hide there. After she was hidden, he strode towards the shadow.

The strange-looking shadow rushed towards him like crazy as soon as he saw him.

Mitsui Tsubasa resisted the urge to kill it with a sword, and deliberately let Shadow's attack hit himself, fighting an evenly matched battle with it.

After a "fierce battle", he finally "hardly" eliminated the shadow.

He stood there for a while, catching his breath, then walked towards Takemiya with heavy steps.

Seeing him returning injured, Wu Jianmiao immediately went to greet him with concern.

"Are you okay? Are you seriously injured?"

Chapter 64: The Merciful God of Death, Takemi Myo-san! (Two in One)

At Takemiya's urging, Mitsui Tsubasa slowly took off his shirt.

Her brows furrowed as she caught a glimpse of the strange injuries beneath his clothes.

The nervous look in his eyes was replaced by concentration, and he quickly got into work mode.

She touched the wound gently, asked a few questions, and then fell into deep thought.

Mitsui Tsubasa did not disturb her, but stood against the wall, took out a tablet of quick-healing medicine and swallowed it in front of her.

Wu Jianmiao walked over and watched carefully the rapid healing process of his wound, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

After a while, she hesitated and said, "I still can't understand the principle. If I must explain it, it's a bit like aseptic inflammation. You know the disease called stiff neck, right? The symptoms are a bit like this."

"However, we cannot be sure now. After all, there is no testing equipment here..."

Having said this, she suddenly paused, a gleam in her eyes, as if she had thought of something.

Noticing her strangeness, Mitsui Tsubasa quickly asked: "What's wrong, did you find anything?"

Wu Jianmiao shook his head and said, "No, but I did think of some things. I'll talk about it later. What should we do now? Do you want to go deeper?"

"Of course, I usually fight here all night long."

Hearing this answer, Wu Jianmiao shook his head in disapproval, "I think you should take it easy. This injury is too strange, aren't you afraid of sequelae?"

"Are the aftereffects more serious than being killed by the enemy?"

Mitsui Tsubasa asked back and continued walking forward without looking back.

Wu Jianmiao hesitated for a moment, but still followed closely behind him.