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

Wu Jianmiao took the lead and walked into the elevator impatiently.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at her expectant eyes, sighed deeply, and walked in with the awareness of going to die.

After entering the room, Wu Jianmiao took the initiative to lock the door.

"Wait a moment first..."

Mitsui Tsubasa drooped his eyelids and dissuaded weakly.

He put down his backpack, turned around and went out to take a black cloth bag from Kotetsu, then pointed to the elevator room.

Kotetsu nodded and retreated, and the look in his eyes before he left was genuinely a little strange.

Mitsui Tsubasa has given up struggling.

Whatever, let them misunderstand as they please. Sooner or later, he will make all these misunderstandings come true!

Back in the room, he opened the package and found two small and exquisite imitation guns inside.

One is a pistol and the other is a submachine gun.

He checked it and handed it to Wu Jianmiao.

Wu Jianmiao had been watching intently since he opened the package, and asked in surprise:

"Eh!? Is this for me? Isn't the gun a bit..."

"It's fake, just a replica gun."

Mitsui Tsubasa interrupted her nonchalantly, removed the magazine and showed her its internal structure.

Wu Jianmiao then took the gun with confidence and looked at it over and over again with curiosity.

"Why are you giving me this?"

Mitsui Tsubasa sat casually on the sofa and pointed to the seat opposite, motioning Takemiya to sit down.

"Let's finish our meal first, and then go to the Impression Space. I'll explain the precautions to you in detail."

After that, he took out his cell phone and ordered two dinners.

Wu Jianmiao nodded in agreement, but did not sit down. Instead, she began to assemble and check her medical equipment in an open space nearby.

Mitsui Tsubasa turned his head and took a few glances, then felt dizzy and quickly looked away.

He stared at the unturned TV screen, sighed deeply, and then began to explain.

"In the impression space..."

His voice was clear and powerful, like the rising sun, echoing in the room.

Wu Jianmiao listened with a smile on his face and deepened his understanding of the impression space.

The more she listened, the more incredible it seemed to her, as if she were in a magical fairy tale.

A simulated gun that can "shoot" as long as it looks real

Take off the mask and transform into the shadow of a mythical creature.

A variety of fantastic skills like movie special effects.

She felt that her previous life was like a dream and she had not seen the true face of the world at all.

Chapter 73 Wu Jianmiao: The impression space is so perfect!

The lights at the dinner party were soft and warm, illuminating a table full of delicious food.

However, Wu Jianmiao's mind was not on these delicious dishes. Her eyes revealed a hint of deep thought.

After careful consideration, Mitsui Tsubasa gave her some basic knowledge about cognitive science, but he deliberately did not mention the specific effects of the Heart Flame.

Even so, Wu Jianmiao was already a little dizzy.

"This ability must not be abused, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. So, what have you done with this ability?"

Wu Jian Miao was cutting the steak absent-mindedly, and suddenly turned to ask him a question.

Faced with her sudden attack, Mitsui Tsubasa was slightly stunned.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile and answered frankly:

"Teachers don't collect my homework and don't care if I sleep in class."

After Wu Jianmiao heard this, he was speechless for a long while.

She imagined many possibilities, but she never expected it to unfold in such a plain and simple way.

I was worried that his wrong values ​​would lead him to do something reckless, but now it seems... I overestimated him.

After all, he was just a high school student.

"You can't really acquire knowledge this way."

Mitsui Tsubasa agreed with her statement, so he chose to be selectively deaf for a while.

Wu Jianmiao was very dissatisfied with his rogue behavior, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only continue eating in a depressed mood.

After dinner, Mitsui Tsubasa wanted to practice kendo for a while, but was stopped by Takemiya.

She danced her arms vigorously, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, her pretty face full of impatience.

"The rest time after dinner is perfect for setting up a temporary clinic in Impression Space. Let's go!"

Mitsui Tsubasa was sure that he said "no" several times.

But Wu Jianmiao also suffered from deafness, and was forcibly pulled into the impression space.

At the entrance, Mitsui Tsubasa followed his leader's instructions and placed the instruments that he didn't like in designated locations one by one.

Wu Jianmiao was busy moving back and forth nearby, holding testing equipment.

After a long while, she came back with excitement on her face.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at her happy expression and instantly became unhappy.

He pretended to move some equipment and turned around to escape.

Wu Jianmiao grabbed his sleeve without any hesitation and said excitedly: "Do you know? There is no air here at all!"

"No air?"

Her words indeed piqued Mitsui Tsubasa's interest, and he turned around and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that she should continue to explain.

Wu Jianmiao waved the testing instrument in his hand and jumped around excitedly like a child.

"There is no air here! No microorganisms! Not even inorganic matter! Do you understand what this means?"

She stood in the open area, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened her arms from both sides of her body, as if to embrace the entire space.

Her face was filled with joy and pride of discovering a new continent, as if at this moment, she had become a warrior exploring the unknown world.

"The entire impression space is a vacuum and sterile environment!"

“There’s no better place to set up a lab!”

Mitsui Tsubasa was deeply moved by her words and stared at her beautiful curves stretched to the limit without blinking.

Wu Jianmiao noticed his gaze, but this time, she didn't seem to care.

Her attention was completely attracted by the wonder of the impression space. She paced back and forth in the space excitedly, muttering to herself constantly.

“Even though matter doesn’t exist, the human body can still survive and the laws of physics still apply.”

"It's so perfect, there is such a perfect place!"

After running around for a while, Wu Jianmiao ran back to Mitsui Tsubasa, grabbed him, and dragged him onto the folding bed impatiently.

"Hurry up and start the physical examination. The data here must be perfect!"

Mitsui Tsubasa was very reluctant, but her gaze was too oppressive, and in the end he could only lie on the temporary hospital bed like a salted fish.

Looking at the dilapidated tunnel light high up, his eyes gradually became blurred.

Ideally, with a medical teammate, he should have been able to kill everyone in the memory space.

However, the reality was that he was lying on the test bench, acting as a test subject.

Why did things turn out like this?

Wu Jianmiao was busy collecting various data.

Mitsui Tsubasa simply closed his eyes, feeling sleepy after the meal, and soon fell into a sleep.

"Wake up!"

He didn't know how long he slept before he was awakened by Wu Jianmiao's voice.

When he looked sideways, he saw that there was no trace of any testing equipment around him, which made Mitsui Tsubasa breathe a sigh of relief.

"All done?"

"It's done. I've pre-processed the experimental results. I'll sort them out when you finish the battle and go to make cognitive modifications."

Hearing that she still remembered the plan they had discussed before, Mitsui Tsubasa was barely relieved.

He was really afraid that Wu Jianmiao would directly transform into Frankenstein and not even explore the impression space.

He stood up, packed his equipment, and prepared to set off with Wu Jianmiao.

Considering that she was still an inexperienced novice, Mitsui Tsubasa decided to only move around on the first floor for the next few days to help her get familiar with the battle.

In the dim tunnel, two footsteps echoed faintly.

The flashlight barely illuminated a short distance ahead, but it could not dispel the darkness and shadows around.

Mitsui Tsubasa led the way, with a small ball of heart flame burning in his hand.

Wu Jianmiao followed closely behind him. In this narrow and claustrophobic space, her breathing and heartbeat seemed to be amplified several times and could be heard clearly.

Noticing her nervousness, Mitsui Tsubasa would occasionally talk to her in an attempt to ease her anxiety.

It wasn't long before they encountered their first Shadow.

It was a black figure wandering alone.

After carefully confirming that there were no other shadows around, Mitsui Tsubasa stepped back a few steps, pushed Takemiya in front of him, and encouraged her:

"There's only one enemy, don't be nervous. Before your stamina runs out, the wounds will be fake."

"Go up and use [Galla] directly. If you miss or it's not dead, shoot it with the submachine gun."

"Do you remember what I taught you? Keep your three points in a straight line and pull the trigger all the way. These imitation guns don't have much recoil, you can definitely do it."

Wu Jianmiao looked at him nervously, his lips trembling slightly, but finally nodded firmly.

The bulletproof vest she was wearing gave her some comfort, at least on a spiritual level.

Under Mitsui Tsubasa's encouraging gaze, she took a deep breath and walked forward bravely.

"Hygiea!"

As she moved forward, she called out softly in her heart, summoning her personality mask in advance.

An elegant goddess appeared behind her, her slender and beautiful hands gently placed on her shoulders, giving her encouragement and comfort.

There was a light fragrance in the air. She took a few deep breaths and felt her violently beating heart calm down a little.

Her steps gradually became calmer, and soon she entered the Shadow's alert range.

Roar--!

As soon as the humanoid shadow saw her, it let out a ferocious roar and rushed forward.

Wu Jianmiao's body stiffened and he stood still.

This was the first time in her life that she faced such a terrifying scene that was only seen in horror movies.

The shadow's distorted and hideous face gradually became clear in her eyes, and she almost couldn't help but scream.

Mitsui Tsubasa, who was watching the game from a distance, also felt nervous and began to doubt whether this training method was too radical.

Shotguns are not suitable for long-range shooting. He gently pulled out the Dojikiri, and pitch-black flames instantly spread over it.