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

Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, the breeze was blowing, and the air was fresh, which was quite interesting.

Turning around and walking into the bathroom, after a simple tidying up, Mitsui Tsubasa sat on the sofa and chose breakfast.

After finishing his meal, he waited for a while and the waiter he had arranged with arrived on time.

"Ding dong."

Mitsui Tsubasa opened the door and saw two men with fashionable clothes and avant-garde hairstyles following Kotetsu respectfully.

"Young Master." Hu Che handed over two business cards, which contained the information of the two men.

Mitsui Tsubasa took it and took a look. After confirming that they were the two people he had chosen, he politely invited them in.

Behind them, there were several bodyguards, who quietly and quickly pushed some styling equipment into the room.

After the usual procedure, Mitsui Tsubasa sat in front of the barber mirror and looked at his reflection.

She looks perfect from every angle, except that her hair is a little messy.

"Trim your hair, keep it neat and tidy."

After giving brief instructions, he started reading the daily news.

Both of them are professional stylists, the ultimate evolution of Mr. Tony, and their aesthetics and craftsmanship are trustworthy.

Half an hour later, Mitsui Tsubasa looked at his new image with satisfaction.

After changing into some new clothes, I’m going to charm them all today!

After restoring the room to its original state, he crammed some humorous love words in preparation for the upcoming community level challenge.

At 11 o'clock sharp, he went out on time to keep the appointment. He took advantage of the perfect opportunity when Miaomiao was away to take down Shuangye first!

In front of Lubron's store.

Mitsui Tsubasa saw from a distance a petite figure squatting on the ground holding an umbrella. When he got closer, he saw that it was indeed Sakura Futaba.

Raindrops slid down the red umbrella, splashing crystal water at her feet. Her orange hair looked even more beautiful against the red umbrella.

She wore large earmuffs on her head and looked dressed up.

The only problem is...

"Aren't you cold dressed like this?"

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at her curiously, wearing a classic tank top and short shorts, and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I've never been afraid of the cold." Sakura Futaba saw him, put down her phone and stood up.

Her astonishingly white absolute area was exposed to the air, paired with black knee-high socks, almost dazzling Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes.

"You..." His eyes unconsciously fell on the exposed part, and it took a while for his brain to come back to its senses, "You look pretty good in this outfit."

He originally wanted to say bold, but thinking back to the flattery tutorial he had just watched, he cleverly changed the word.

"Gufuhu~" Futaba laughed triumphantly. This was the outfit that the oracle had helped her refer to - the outfit for the decisive battle!

She waved her hand cutely, turned around and pushed open the door of Lubron's shop, "It's still early, let's go to Lubron and sit for a while, I'll show you something good~"

The clear sound of wind chimes broke Lublan's tranquility.

The store was deserted, with only Sojiro sitting in the corner bored, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

He turned around when he heard the noise.

"It's you. Oh, I thought you were guests. This rain..."

Sojiro paused as he spoke. He took a closer look at Futaba's outfit, then glanced at Mitsui Tsubasa behind her, "Are you two the only ones?"

His eyes suddenly became sharp.

As an old father, Sojiro's sensitive heart began to tremble.

My daughter suddenly changed into fashionable and bold clothes and was alone with a handsome guy of the same age. Was they on a date?

Even though he himself was also a... ahem, he still couldn't accept it. Futaba was only 14 years old, and he couldn't let her go astray.

Mitsui Tsubasa saw Sojiro's concerns and explained considerately, "We have an appointment to go out for dinner together, and Dr. Takemi will also be there."

Hearing this, Sojiro felt relieved. "I see. The roads are slippery when it rains. Be careful when you walk."

He resumed his lazy posture and continued watching TV.

The brief confrontation ended peacefully.

Sakura Futaba continued her actions without noticing. She walked briskly towards the stairs, calling out as she walked, "Sojiro, can I borrow your storage room?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared lightly around the corner.

Sojiro looked at her back and shook his head helplessly.

The second floor of Leblanc's house is a storage room, which is filled with all kinds of sundries.

There is a single bed near the window in the back of the room, which seems to have served as a lounge in the past.

Although it looked a bit messy, there was surprisingly not much dust, and it was obvious that someone cleaned the place occasionally.

As soon as Mitsui Tsubasa went upstairs, he showed a strange expression. He looked around, touching this and looking at that from time to time.

Sakura Futaba squatted on the sofa, holding her chin and watching his strange behavior, her big eyes flickering. She asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"This is a hotbed of sin, where the great sinner of lust stays. It's a very ominous place." Mitsui Tsubasa replied with a frown while continuing to look around.

He hesitated whether to sit on the single bed, but finally felt it was not clean enough, so he chose to squeeze on the sofa with Futaba.

After the two sat down side by side, Futaba shrank to the side nervously.

"What nonsense are you talking about? No one lives here." She said in confusion.

Someone will live here in the future...

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't say this out loud.

This is the lair of the great sinner JOKER. In a parallel universe, this place was once a place of war.

Fortunately, this time he made arrangements in advance, completely cutting off the fuse of war and ensuring future peace.

He shook his head, pushing those thoughts out of his mind, and turned to Futaba, "Let's not talk about that. What do you want to show me?"

Futaba's attention was immediately diverted. She quickly took out the personal computer from her bag, turned it on and turned the screen towards Mitsui Tsubasa.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at it intently, and his sight was unconsciously attracted by Futaba's fair and flawless skin. I have to say, this is really good stuff!

Suddenly, there were a few "bang bang bang" sounds, and Mitsui Tsubasa's attention was immediately drawn back.

"What's so good about thighs? Look at me, look at me!"

Chapter 120 Oracle: "I will spy on the Legion Commander again in the future, meow~"

A dynamic wallpaper is displayed on the computer screen.

A white-haired, red-eyed girl in a black school uniform stood elegantly outside the house. The raindrops flying all over the sky gently avoided her body, as if they couldn't bear to disrupt her beauty.

Noticing Mitsui Tsubasa's gaze, the expressionless loli smiled widely. She clenched her right hand into a cat fist and tapped the screen twice, making a "bang bang" sound.

"Nice to meet you, Commander. My name is Oracle, please take care of me in the future, meow~"

Mitsui Tsubasa: “…”

I always feel that... there's something weird about this AI. No, I should say everything about it is weird!

It doesn't look like a serious AI, and it's maliciously cute. How was Futaba designed...

While he was thinking, Oracle changed several poses in succession, showing off her petite, schoolgirl-like body.

Mitsui Tsubasa's attention couldn't help but be attracted by her. Apart from being too childish, her appearance was actually quite cute.

After all, he is still a member of the Legion. He smiled gently and praised, "Did you design this image yourself? It's really cute."

"Hmm~" Oracle proudly raised her small chubby face, her hair standing up, "I browsed the data of the Legion Commander's mobile phone and computer, drew inspiration from the search history and hundreds of movies, and after big data calculations, I finally created this special attack image for the Legion Commander, meow?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Mitsui Tsubasa's gentle smile froze on his face, and his brain went into a state of complete shutdown.

A strong feeling of suffocation came over him and he felt like he was dead.

After a long while, he looked up stiffly at Sakura Futaba.

Then I saw her mouth slightly open, with an expression as if she was struck by lightning.

"It's not what you think, let me explain!"

Before Mitsui Tsubasa could finish his explanation, Sakura Futaba had already reacted and her back hit the back of the sofa with a bang.

"Don't come over here, pervert, she's only 10 years old!"

"How can AI have an age?" Mitsui Tsubasa blurted out, then realized that the point was not this, "I just watched some virtual idols, like Hatsune Miku, don't you think so, Oracle?"

He stared at the computer screen fiercely, and if the oracle dared not cooperate, he would use violence!

"Captain, I am limited by the underlying logic and cannot lie... your things..."

Before she could finish, Mitsui Tsubasa interrupted her, "Stop talking, stop talking."

"Anyway, don't think too much about it, and don't mention it again."

"As an AI, how can you spy on human privacy without permission?"

Instead of reflecting on yourself, blame others.

Mitsui Tsubasa is proficient in postmodern network combat techniques and forcibly points the finger at the oracle.

Faced with the accusation, the Oracle's eyes moved slightly, and tears as big as beans fell. In less than 0.1 seconds, his expression changed to a pitiful one.

“Wu…wu…I’m sorry, Commander. When I was learning anthropomorphic thinking, I set myself as your ardent fan, so I couldn’t help but peeping into your privacy. I’m really sorry…wuwu meow…”

She was crying so hard that Mitsui Tsubasa didn't know how to react for a moment.

Seeing her own AI being bullied, Futaba couldn't stand it anymore and accused loudly: "It's all your fault! You made her cry!"

"Fake crying is illegal!" Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't hold it anymore. This AI playing him was really dramatic!

How can it be repaired?

Is it because the name of the regiment is not good? !

Everyone wants to overthrow the boss, even the AI ​​can rebel!

"Hey... stop arguing, you two."

They made so much noise that even Sojiro couldn't help but shout from downstairs.

After being interrupted by him, the two of them calmed down.

Mitsui Tsubasa leaned weakly on the sofa, too lazy to say anything. This time... he lost at the start, it was all over.

Sakura Futaba held the computer, and the man and the AI ​​were muttering in the corner for a while before they walked back slowly.

On the computer screen, the Oracle had returned to the way it was when they first met.

"That... Commander, I know I was wrong, please forgive me... meow."

Mitsui Yi raised his head and sighed, swallowing the bitterness in his heart, "It's okay, just don't do it again in the future."

"I'm sorry, the underlying logic cannot be changed for the time being. I'll need to spy on the Legion Commander again in the future~"

What kind of outrageous statement is this! ?

Mitsui Tsubasa was startled and hurried to look at Futaba, "You don't care about this?!"

"Ah, this." Futaba pinched her fingers timidly, "The underlying logic really can't be changed for the time being. If the AI ​​model crashes accidentally, all three lust stones will be wasted."

She explained a few more words so that Mitsui Tsubasa could understand the general situation.

“It’s really terrible…”

The two came to the same conclusion.

There is no solution for now, and we can only put up with the oracle's bad habits.