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

As the black fog dissipated from the mural, she found that the man in black with the hideous mask, the annoying voice and the suicide note had all disappeared.

[This person can do some good things occasionally. ]

The Necronomicon whispered in her ear with a lovely voice.

She came to her senses and looked at the screen, where she was the only figure left. She felt both relieved and heavy.

"Thank you." She looked away and gave a forced smile, "Let's move on."

After saying that, Sakura Futaba resolutely walked out of the small room, and Takemiya followed her out worriedly.

Mitsui Tsubasa controlled the mechanism and adjusted the direction of the light. With a roar, the second door slowly opened.

Before leaving, he took a few photos as souvenirs. It was such a pity that he would never be able to see Futaba wearing an Egyptian princess costume again.

After reuniting, they returned to the main passage of the pyramid and continued to climb the stairs.

After two platforms, a third giant blue door blocked their way.

This time, there was no one to even complain.

After Futaba Sakura tried to open the door and failed, she ran directly into the safe house on the right.

When Takemiya and Mitsui Tsubasa followed her in, they saw her already sitting in front of the computer, biting her lip and typing away on the keyboard.

"Great! We have to race against time at this time—"

Before Mitsui Tsubasa could finish his words, he was stunned.

Because he saw the game screen displayed on Sakura Futaba's computer screen.

"Well, I..." Sakura Futaba struggled for a moment, then gave up and cancelled the pause, continuing the game, "I like to play games when I'm under a lot of pressure..."

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded in agreement. This is a good comrade. Can those curly dogs just die?

996 is almost becoming 007!

He curiously leaned over to look at the game screen and found that Futaba was playing "Taiko no Tatsujin".

"The break time is too tight, so we can only play something fast-paced." Sakura Futaba was distracted, explaining and beating the drums. She looked up at Mitsui Tsubasa, "Do you want to play with us?"

Mitsui Tsubasa immediately perked up when he heard this, "How can a real player refuse a game invitation!"

He quickly joined the game and immersed himself in the rhythm with Sakura Futaba.

Wu Jianmiao stood aside, speechless for a moment. He wanted to praise them for their good attitude, but he also felt that they seemed to be wasting their time.

Once they entered the game, they were fully engaged.

20 minutes later, when the game was over, Mitsui Tsubasa finally came to his senses. He looked around and realized that he was still in the hall, and the scene around him was changing from time to time.

At this time, he noticed that Wu Jianmiao was lying on the table not far away with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Mitsui Tsubasa narrowed his eyes slightly.

Good opportunity, time to show your gentlemanly manners has come.

He carefully took out a thin blanket and prepared to cover Wu Jianmiao with it.

However, at the moment he approached, Wu Jianmiao suddenly opened her eyes. It turned out that she was not really asleep, but just resting her eyes.

Seeing Mitsui Tsubasa's actions, she felt a warm feeling in her heart, but on the surface she pretended to be indifferent.

"Have you had enough fun?" Wu Jianmiao looked at them unhappily, "If you've had enough fun, then get down to business."

The two people who were criticized packed their luggage guiltily and walked out of the safe house with their heads lowered and ears submissive.

In order to show his determination to turn over a new leaf, Mitsui Tsubasa once again took advantage of the cheats and led his teammates through the maze quickly.

After more than a dozen insignificant battles, they finally found the second door that sealed the Desire Stone.

While Sakura Futaba was opening the door, Takemiya walked up to him and asked quietly.

"Why do I feel like you are very familiar with this place? You have never taken the wrong path once."

Mitsui Tsubasa was delighted. Finally someone asked this question. He would have suffocated to death if no one asked it again.

"Have you forgotten that I am the prophet who received divine revelation, the destined savior, I..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Wu Jianmiao quickly retreating, motioning him to shut up with a look of disgust on his face.

She sighed deeply. Why did this guy start boasting again? One, two, they are both problem children.

As a doctor, she felt really stressed.

Having lost the person to whom he was listening, Mitsui Tsubasa also shut his mouth awkwardly.

After the door was opened, Sakura Futaba declined at first, but finally used the green desire stone on the artificial intelligence.

The discarded shell was given to Mitsui Tsubasa as per custom.

Sakura Futaba walked out of the room in a happy mood, but her good mood did not last long.

They found a second room containing murals and mechanisms.

After silently piecing together the mural, they were shocked to discover that the mural depicted Isshiki Wakaba committing suicide by rushing towards a speeding car.

Sakura Futaba looked at the mural and her whole body began to tremble. Her legs became so weak that she could hardly stand.

Mitsui Tsubasa quickly supported her and sighed silently in his heart.

Isshiki Wakaba's tragedy is a regret in Futaba's life, which can never be made up for. Compared with it, even Maruki's false reality is still a white lie.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Mitsui Tsubasa's mind - could the flame of his heart also...

Chapter 102: Death of the Prayer (VIII)

"…Futaba…"

“…You, you…Ahhhhh…”

The mural contains a strange woman's shrill scream, full of resentment and creepy.

"Mom..." Sakura Futaba murmured softly and closed her eyes, as if immersed in the memories of that day.

Just as Mitsui Tsubasa was about to use his means again to break the illusory mural, Sakura Futaba gently broke free from his support and stood still.

"Let me do it..." She opened her eyes calmly, her voice firm, "Mom, it's not like that."

Sakura Futaba's fair and slender hands gently covered the image of her mother. An illusory UFO appeared from behind her, and several tentacles emitting faint electric light stretched out and pierced the mural neatly.

The wall shook and the black mist quickly dissipated.

The strange woman's voice continued, but her voice had become soft, full of reluctance and attachment.

Sakura Futaba stared at the mural quietly for a long time before turning around and leaving.

Mitsui Tsubasa watched her leave with a surge of pity in his heart. He adjusted the mechanism, opened the door to the next area, and chased after her with a heavy heart.

With only one lust stone and one mural left, they will face the distorted Isshiki Wakaba.

For Futaba, is this a relief or the beginning of endless regrets?

Inside the safe house, Sakura Futaba squatted on a chair in a daze, not even interested in her favorite game.

The three of them chatted casually for a while, and when they were about to set off again, Futaba's phone suddenly vibrated.

She picked up the phone and looked at it with a surprised expression.

"It's already 8 o'clock. No, let's stop here today. Sojiro may go home at any time, and it will be difficult to explain if he sees you guys here too."

Mitsui Tsubasa wanted to say that Sojiro was very busy now, but the reason was really hard to explain, so he could only choose to remain silent.

Takemiya agreed sympathetically: "Futaba is right, let's leave first. We can discuss the next plan tomorrow."

So the three of them packed up their equipment and left the hall.

After returning to Sojiro's house and confirming that Futaba was fine, Takemiya took Mitsui Tsubasa away.

"There's an oden restaurant nearby. The taste is very authentic. Let's go and try it." Wu Jianmiao invited with a smile.

Mitsui Tsubasa readily agreed, and the two of them strolled together on the streets as the night deepened. The breeze blew gently, bringing with it the faint smell of cooking smoke from the distant residential areas, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.

Takemiya's long hair fluttered gently in the wind, and the blue hair shone softly under the dim street lights. Mitsui Tsubasa turned his head and looked at her, and felt that the scene was like a beautiful scene in a painting.

The oden restaurant is located on the corner of the street. It has simple decoration and is filled with a strong Japanese atmosphere.

Although the store is not big, it is decorated warmly and comfortably. Several customers are chatting in low voices, enjoying the delicious food and quiet time.

The two of them ordered some oden dishes for dinner.

Wu Jianmiao scratched his hair a few times and spoke carefully:

"I talked to Futaba yesterday, and she seemed very nervous when she mentioned you. Then she accidentally let it slip, and I learned that you had actually broken into her house."

Mitsui Tsubasa was stunned when he heard this, and the fish cake in his mouth instantly lost its fragrance.

He looked at Takemiya in surprise. He didn't expect that Futaba would tell her about this.

No wonder her attitude was a little strange today.

Before he could explain, Wu Jianmiao sighed and said softly:

"You, you always act so impulsively. I know you mean well and want to help Futaba."

"But have you ever thought about how scared a little girl living alone would be if she suddenly faced a strange man breaking into her home..."

Mitsui Tsubasa was silent for a moment, reflecting on his own behavior. It seems that he was too eager for quick success...

"It's my fault this time." He admitted his mistake sincerely, "I will find a chance to apologize to Futaba later."

"That's good."

Wu Jianmiao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and smiled with relief.

"Your kindness deserves recognition, but I hope you can be more considerate. After all, gentleness and kindness are equally important."

Mitsui Yi nodded helplessly. For something like this, he could only try his best.

After the meal, the relationship between the two eased a lot, and Wu Jianmiao also returned to his usual gentle self.

"Doctor Takemi, could you accompany me to the palace again? I want to increase my strength as much as possible before fighting Isshiki Wakaba."

Wu Jianmiao thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Currently, it seems that Isshiki Wakaba in the Pyramid Hall is very powerful, far surpassing Futaba who is the master of the hall.

Since both of them are in good condition, let's continue fighting.

"Come on, go to my house."

Mitsui Tsubasa gentlemanly extended his hand, made an inviting gesture, and pointed to the vehicle parked nearby.

Wu Jianmiao hesitated for a moment, but still followed with a red face.

The two walked into Mitsui Tsubasa's residence under the gaze of Kotetsu.

As soon as he came in, Wu Jianmiao sighed.

Her good reputation...is gone forever.

Mitsui Tsubasa pretended not to notice her embarrassment, quickly packed his backpack, and took her into the Futaba Palace.

Although there is no real-time intelligence support from Futaba, there are only a few types of shadows in the front area, and most of them are restrained by ice attributes. The battle is not difficult.

Mitsui Tsubasa charged forward, and as the sword danced, the shadows shattered into pieces and turned into embers burning with black flames.

Whenever the enemies become too numerous, he rushes into the center of the battlefield and casts Mahabhuvra.

For a moment, the shadows in the palace were thrown to the ground, and the ground was in chaos wherever they passed.

Experience points also increased rapidly.

They fought until 5 a.m. on Tuesday. Despite taking several breaks, both men were still dizzy and out of breath.

Fortunately, the increase in level gave them some comfort.

Level up!