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

We will find a way to persuade them to move here later, and the perfect Crystal Palace will be born.

This is exactly what it means to found a nation!

After dealing with the people on the list, he strolled deeper into the tunnel.

Bizarre shadows swarmed in, revealing their true forms amidst roaring explosions.

Mitsui Tsubasa casually pulled out the Doujikiri, and a bright golden light burst out from his eyes like the sun breaking at dawn.

"Hahaha……!"

Amid wild laughter, the pitch-black flames tore through the red world.

All around, the flames snaked like snakes, making hissing sounds, ruthlessly devouring everything flammable. Shadows, blood-colored mycelium, and even the air were twisted and melted in this arrogant flame.

Shadow's roar had already turned into a desperate wail, but was soon drowned out by the roar of the sea of ​​fire.

The fugitives' figures looked increasingly miserable in the blazing fire; they simply could not escape from the flaming cage that covered dozens of meters.

"Turn your pathetic, meaningless lives into food for my evolution!" He roared, his voice filled with twisted ecstasy, "I will become the one and only person in the world!"

The flames submitted meekly at his feet like a tamed wild animal, dancing around his dark figure.

Tonight, slaughter and fire will compose a dark movement together, and the never-ending melody will echo in the sea of ​​souls...

Chapter 115: Dear Commander, the Oracle salutes you

The white silk cloth gently brushed across the boy's cold sword.

Mitsui Tsubasa concentrated all his attention on his fingertips, feeling the tiny, almost invisible flaws on the sword's edge.

He wiped the blade of the sword back and forth, each movement was meticulous. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and nearly ten minutes passed before he stopped.

Unfolding the silk cloth, he frowned slightly and saw the fuzzy rough edges drawn by the sword.

Even modern weapons made of advanced alloys will inevitably leave scars after countless swings.

Looking at these scars, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Perhaps, it was time to customize a few spare weapons.

He waved it lightly, and the Tongziqie made a crisp sound. After dancing in the air several times, it slowly returned to the sheath.

The melodious sound of the sword echoed in his ears for a long time until the bell for class rang, awakening him from his state of concentration.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked around and was surprised to find that he was already sitting in the classroom, having unconsciously completed all preparations before going to school.

The sunlight shone through the window onto his body, bringing a hint of warmth.

He turned his head and looked out the window. The sky was clear and cloudless.

After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, he felt a wave of tiredness coming over him.

So he got up, made the bed on the floor, and fell asleep.

Friday, nothing happened.

After school, he returned home and ordered dinner for two.

He felt heartbroken when he thought that he would not be able to see his beloved Miaomiao tonight. In order to ease this pain, he decided to ask Shuangye to play together.

[Mitsui Tsubasa: Futaba, let's go to the Impression Space to practice together tonight? ]

Almost as soon as he sent the text, the reply popped up quickly, before his finger even left the send button.

[Oracle: Hello, respected legion commander, Oracle salutes you. Master Futaba is sorting out the information and is expected to pick up the phone in seven seconds. May I ask, six, do you need, five, me, four, to tell, three, a joke, two, one? ]

Mitsui Tsubasa was stunned. Who is the oracle?

He quickly looked through the group chat members and found that there was indeed one more person, who was an administrator.

How did Futaba take it upon herself to pull someone into his harem... ahem, the Legion.

It can’t be that damned man! His chat group is not clean!

[Futaba: Sorry, I'm very busy recently, so I won't go for the time being. I'm debugging the AI ​​data, and I'll reply to you with the one above. How should I put it... maybe my underlying logic settings are wrong, her personality is weird, like an artificial retard, I...]

[Group leader Futaba has been banned by administrator Shenyu for 30 minutes. Please speak politely. Thank you for your cooperation.]

[Oracle: It is detected that Futaba is a minor, and artificial mental retardation is detected as uncivilized language. According to Rule 003, I will take the initiative to correct its inappropriate behavior. Commander, I will serve you from now on. Is there anything you need? ]

【Mitsui Tsubasa:? 】

[Oracle: Your question is detected, judging... Error, it is detected that Futaba is restarting the AI ​​database and is expected to go offline in three seconds. Looking forward to seeing you next time, two, your most loyal, Oracle, one. ]

Mitsui Tsubasa was confused as he looked at the two avatars in the chat group which dimmed at the same time.

One of them is a double leaf, and the other one with a golden crown of laurel leaves as a head portrait is the oracle?

This AI seems to be quite intelligent, but a little rebellious. Is the underlying logic that the inferiors are overthrowing the superiors?

There's an Omnic crisis going on over there with Sakura Futaba. It looks like I'll have to fight alone again today. Life is so lonely as snow.

After waiting for a while, dinner was served on time.

The upper deck of the dining car was filled with all kinds of dishes that Mitsui Tsubasa liked, the aroma was overflowing and made people salivate; the lower deck was filled with the dishes that the fat chef had carefully prepared for Isshiki Wakaba.

He expertly placed his dinner on the table and then pushed the food cart into the impression space.

It's not that he doesn't want to have dinner with his mother-in-law, but the two of them are not really familiar with each other. Without Futaba to mediate, it would be awkward for the two of them to be alone together.

Isshiki Wakaba always likes to talk to him about academics or psychology, but he is a poor student...

After being inadvertently bullied twice by the adult version of the academic genius, he stopped getting close to him.

In addition to dinner, he also specially prepared a brand new laptop and matching charging equipment, as well as several large-capacity hard drives filled with serious entertainment materials.

During several contacts, he discovered that Isshiki Wakaba's personality was strikingly similar to that of Takemiya: they were both the kind of crazy people who would forget about sleep and food once they devoted themselves to research.

Whenever I saw her, she was always busy working, as if she was never tired.

Maybe, finding some entertainment for her can help her relax a little after her busy work.

When delivering the food, he saw Isshiki Wakaba holding a thick, custom-made reference book, her brows slightly furrowed and her eyes sharp, obviously lost in deep thought.

He pushed the dining cart carefully over and set out the meal.

Isshiki Wakaba noticed him, but she was still immersed in her thoughts. She just waved her hand gently, with a glimmer of gratitude in her eyes.

Feeling his mother-in-law's aura of academic genius which was even more powerful than that of Shinjima Makoto and Takemiya combined, Mitsui Tsubasa smiled awkwardly, then tried not to disturb her and left the room quietly.

After enjoying dinner leisurely, Mitsui Tsubasa took out his mobile phone, organized his words a little, and called his father.

"Dad, it's me. Good evening."

"Oh, Xiaoyi, hello to you too. How's your relationship with your new girlfriend going?"

The father's tone is humorous and interesting, but the content is no less than the opening thunder.

Mitsui Tsubasa was stunned and forgot what he had just thought of.

Where did he get his new girlfriend?

Is this a joke, Dad?

"Father, what are you talking about? I want to talk about clinical trials."

"Clinical trials... oh, that thing. I mentioned it to the old man, and he said it's no problem. You can discuss it with Jingliu."

When my father mentioned my grandfather, his tone became cold and he quickly skipped the topic.

However, he did not stop there, but continued to tease Mitsui Tsubasa:

"Let's continue talking about your new girlfriend, the one with orange hair. Your tastes change quickly. You've found someone with a completely different style."

"Tell me the truth, you didn't run away to Tokyo because you thought I was too strict with you, did you?"

"Father..." Mitsui Tsubasa was speechless. His father had misunderstood him too deeply. He clearly... Hey, it seemed that he really intended to develop that kind of relationship with Futaba.

It seems that what my father said is correct...

He fell into deep self-doubt.

"I was right, hahaha!" There was another "bang bang" sound coming from his father's side. Mitsui Tsubasa knew without thinking that he must have been knocking on the table with his folding fan again. He liked to make noise when he was in a good mood.

It is said that this is a habit he developed when he was a child watching TV dramas and imitating some ancient people.

"I was worried that you'd be too lonely, so I wanted to give you a gift. But before I even picked out the gift, you've already started playing around. Sigh...!"

"Forget it, forget it. I don't care about young people's affairs. Anyway, the gifts have been chosen and you should be able to receive them next week. And your girlfriends, come on and give me more grandchildren."

"When I become the chairman in the future, I will appoint you as the president, and then my grandchildren will all be executive directors, hahahaha!"

After chatting for a few more sentences, Mitsui Tsubasa finally managed to get rid of his overly enthusiastic father.

After hanging up the phone, he fell into deep thought.

He had almost forgotten about the gift. But from what his father said, it seemed like a living person...

Suddenly, a call from the bottom of his heart interrupted his thoughts.

【I am you...you are me...】

【Here, you will gain the bond of sublimation. 】

【Band is the so-called hand in hand to seek almighty power. 】

A deep red, rusty iron chain spread out from the void.

It circled around Mitsui Tsubasa majestically and wrapped tightly around his right hand in an unquestionable manner.

The chain did not stop there. It continued to climb up along Mitsui Tsubasa's wrist, layer upon layer, like a piece of exquisitely crafted arm armor, completely wrapping his right hand and wrist.

At the other end of the void, Mitsui Tsubasa vaguely saw the tall figure of his father sitting at the table.

His father's deep eyes seemed to penetrate the barriers of time and space, watching over him silently.

Volume Two

Chapter 116: Stairway to the Present World

"The bond with others has been strengthened again. I don't know if it's good or bad."

Mitsui Tsubasa's thoughts drifted away, and he sat on the sofa with his hands on his chin. Since coming to Tokyo, he and his father have been separated by dozens of kilometers, and their relationship has become harmonious.

His father's bad habit of being overly controlling seemed to have faded with the physical distance. His father now seemed to be much more loving and tolerant than when he was a child.

Mitsui Yi sighed softly, thinking about his previous life, he traveled alone in the world, not afraid of festivals. The main theme is that he is alone and free.

Now suddenly there is a father who wants to meddle in every detail. Sometimes I think it’s quite fresh to think about it.

Taking advantage of the favorable conditions of Takemi Pharmaceutical, he was ready to help his father.

His father had been frustrated these years, and his former domineering aura had faded. No one knew what had happened in the past, but his father, one of the "three princes" of the previous generation, had now become an abandoned child.

As a son, he must seek justice for his father!

Recovering his thoughts, Mitsui Tsubasa picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Don't be impatient. Take one step at a time and accumulate strength. When I come on stage, I will overturn the old guys' broken tables!"

I picked up the phone again and typed a text message while thinking.

[Mitsui Tsubasa: Jingliu, you should be clear about the clinical trial. I hope to have at least 10 patients in the first batch, and the most important one is 'Meihe'. Bring her here even if you have to! Don't save money, give them more financial support, they are all poor people, we don't need that little money.]

After editing, he read it twice and sent it out if he thought there was no problem.

He relaxed his body on the sofa, smelling the elegant incense, and enjoyed this moment of leisure.

"Buzz."

The cell phone rang softly, and Mitsui Tsubasa opened his eyes and glanced at the screen.

[Jingliu: Humph! ]

Mitsui Tsubasa: “…”

What's going on with this guy?

As a personal secretary, when your boss sends you a bunch of work arrangements, what kind of attitude is it to reply with a "humph"? Not to mention that you dare to use an exclamation mark!