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

Mitsui Tsubasa took out his mobile phone and logged into the Mitsui family's internal APP through facial recognition.

Ignoring hundreds of group chats with new message alerts, he finally found the target person.

Personal secretary, Jiang Shang Jingliu. Note: The old man's daughter.

The 'old guy' mentioned here doesn't refer to his grandfather, but his kendo teacher, who was also his father's kendo teacher, a stern old man who made him feel phantom pains all over his body just thinking about him.

During the years before he fully woke up, the old guy was the person he feared the most, no doubt about it.

His daughter, Shizukuri Egami, is two years older than Mitsui Tsubasa and is his childhood sweetheart, the kind designated by his parents.

They got along well until one day, she had a big fight with the old man for no apparent reason. After that, she moved out of the house, leaving only a message saying "I'm going to study", and then she disappeared without a trace.

A few years later, when he got news from her again, Shizue Egami had been assigned by her father as his personal secretary and was described as "trustworthy."

"Jingliu, help me find the detailed information of a person. Takemi Mia, the director of Takemi Internal Medicine Hospital, send it to me as soon as possible."

"Got it." Her reply was quick and concise.

Mitsui Tsubasa hesitated for a moment and finally closed the chat window. After not seeing each other for many years, the relationship between the two seemed to have become a little strange, and he couldn't think of what to say for the time being.

After washing up, he sat lazily on the sofa, looking at the tidy table, feeling confused.

Go to Impression Space again?

I always feel unmotivated...

Forget it, he wiped his face violently and picked up the schoolbag beside him.

I should do my homework. Finish all the homework for the weekend, and then I will have a whole day of free time tomorrow.

"Ah... trigonometric functions... Euler, you are damned..."

Another two hours of life wasted.

Mitsui Tsubasa threw his pen away, feeling even more exhausted than fighting in the memory space. This was only his second year of high school, and if he really reached his third year, preparing for the college entrance examination would be the end of him.

Sooner or later, he will brainwash all the staff of the Education Department and make them take the college entrance examination with the answers!

After venting my emotions, I opened my phone and saw that it was almost 10 o'clock.

After carefully reviewing his plans for tomorrow, he set an alarm for 6 hours, then threw himself onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.

……

drop drop drop drop

The shrill ringing of the bell broke the silence before dawn. Mitsui Tsubasa struggled to open his heavy eyelids, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"I'm so sleepy... Let me sleep a little longer..."

I struggled to turn off the alarm clock and fell asleep again the next second.

drop drop drop drop

Five minutes later, the bell rang again.

Mitsui Tsubasa got up sleepily and stood unsteadily in front of the tall French window.

"Tokyo at 4am, it's big and round... oh, no... it's the moon at 4am..."

"It doesn't matter... It's a new day, let's start practicing..."

Washing his face to get rid of the lingering sleepiness, Mitsui Tsubasa opened his phone, found the group he and Egami Shizuka had created, and saw a new message.

Jiang Shangjingliu: "We have collected all the information that can be collected on the Internet. The part about the resignation dispute is still under investigation. Please see the attachment for details."

"PS: Baby face and nice legs, do you like this?"

Mitsui Tsubasa raised his eyebrows and pretended to have read the message but did not reply.

Open the email and download the attachment to your local computer for viewing.

[Wu Jianmiao, age 25, worked for... No emotional experience found... Measurements estimated... Omitted]

"?" Mitsui Tsubasa looked at it again in confusion.

The information is very detailed, but who asked you to check these random things...

There is also a non-previewable picture named 'Mobile Wallpaper'.

When Mitsui Tsubasa clicked on the attachment, a pair of slender legs crossed appeared on the screen, like a finely crafted work of art.

The tailor-made professional suit was elegant and perfectly outlined her slender but not weak curves.

Her carefully shaped features were lightly painted with makeup, and her jet-black hair was cut into a princess cut. This childhood playmate has become more and more beautiful now, and she is more than qualified to debut as a star.

Unfortunately, she looks expressionless in the photo, like a poker card...

"This guy Jingliu..." Mitsui Tsubasa closed the picture speechlessly and put it into the photo library.

The break is over, next: "Impression space, start!"

……

Mitsui Tsubasa packed his bag and set off on his journey with ease.

In the dark night and silent subway tunnel, the sharp blade dances with the bizarre shadows.

I couldn't remember how many times I swung the sword, the shadow turned into fragments and burned in the flames.

Level up!

The First Emperor: LV2 → LV4

五维属性：力15（+2） 魔13（+2） 耐9（+1） 速5 运10（+1）

HP: 110 → 135

SP: 105 → 120

Mitsui Yikong swung his sword a few times, getting familiar with the new power.

[Yes, that's it.] The First Emperor, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke: [Step by step, move towards the peak before destruction catches up with you.]

Mitsui Tsubasa sighed and said half self-deprecatingly: "Yeah, before I die from overwork..."

He checked his phone. Adding the four hours yesterday, it took him nearly ten hours today to level up two levels with great difficulty. And this was only at the beginning of the game, when the least experience was required.

When he needs thousands of experience points to level up in the later stages, he might have to kill all the shadows in Tokyo...

"That's not right. The deeper you go, the more experience you will get." - Mitsui Tsubasa shrugged and found a clean place to sit on the ground.

He took out a chocolate bar with a sad face, he felt like he was about to get hurt from eating too much chocolate.

He took a total of 6 breaks during today's leveling session. He ate half a pound of chocolate alone, as well as various sweet snacks. He seemed to see the god of diabetes waving at him.

After resting for a while, Mitsui Tsubasa stood up again without waiting for his strength to fully recover.

He returned to the safety of the entrance and threw his backpack aside, removing the extra burden from his body.

He did 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and 10 minutes of back and forth running. He wanted to verify a hypothesis that had just emerged in his mind.

After the workout, he was sweating and panting.

"As expected, real physical strength and the physical strength on the HP bar are two different things."

Even if his HP was still more than half, it would not replenish the energy he consumed during exercise. It was obviously not feasible to replenish his HP while exercising crazily.

But it's not without good news.

At least the power shared from the First Emperor was still in effect, significantly improving the efficiency of his exercise.

Although his physical fitness was very good before, he definitely could not complete all the training continuously like he did just now.

After overload training in the image space, returning to reality to rest, this can be regarded as a scientific super-recovery training method in theory...

After all the trouble, Mitsui Tsubasa returned to the real world exhausted.

Chapter 11 I am as beautiful as a painting_(:з」∠)_

The sweat-soaked clothes clung to his body, making him feel sticky and uncomfortable. Mitsui Yi took off his shirt unhappily and threw it into the laundry basket.

He subconsciously raised his arm and sniffed, then regretted it from the bottom of his heart.

Although the appearance of the clothes will change to black clothes in the impression space, the various stains produced during exercise still exist.

"It's just the appearance that has changed. You can try wearing a bulletproof vest next time."

Mitsui Tsubasa turned on the shower head and fell into deep thought amid the sound of running water.

Every time he entered the impression space, new questions would arise. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. The information he obtained in the game was too limited, and his ability as a prophet was being limited by the endless stream of "unknowns".

There are so many things that need to be planned that it makes my scalp tingle just thinking about it.

I'm so tired, so alone

"As expected, my intelligence is just at the level of an ordinary person. I need a think tank..."

After taking a quick shower and finding a set of loose casual clothes, Mitsui Tsubasa went to Takemi Internal Medicine Hospital with a worried look on his face.

……

In front of the clinic, Mitsui Tsubasa paused slightly and a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes.

He knew very well that his every move was under his father's surveillance, and those personal bodyguards must be following him not far away.

As long as he enters this private clinic, his father will definitely become suspicious again - that is a common problem of Japanese parents, a desire for control that is twisted to the point of paranoia.

"I hope I won't get into any trouble this time..." Mitsui Tsubasa prayed silently in his heart.

He observed patiently for a moment and confirmed that there seemed to be few patients in the clinic at this time, so he took a deep breath and stepped into the elevator.

As the elevator door slowly opened, the smell of disinfectant wafted into my nose.

Mitsui Yi subconsciously rubbed his nose and resisted the urge to sneeze. He looked around and found that this private clinic was obviously quite old.

The clinic is compact and a bit messy, with cheap plastic chairs that have faded in color and scraps of paper that have not been swept away scattered in the corners. These old public facilities all reveal a sense of poverty.

The hall was empty at this time. The female doctor behind the reception desk was holding her chin with one hand, flipping through a book boredly.

"Hmm?" Sensing someone approaching, the female doctor with a blue doll hair raised her face, revealing stunning facial features that were unforgettable at first sight.

She has a pair of deep brown eyes and long eyebrows that look like two crescent moons. She wears a Gothic metal necklace on her jade-like neck, which complements her punk-style makeup and exudes a mysterious and rebellious aura.

“…Is this your first visit?” Her voice was lazy and charming, like a kitten relaxing in the afternoon sun.

Mitsui Tsubasa was stunned for a few seconds, then he came to his senses and said, "Nice to meet you, my name is Mitsui Tsubasa."

“…Hmm.” The female doctor hesitated for a moment, looked at him carefully, and responded, “Wu Jianmiao, thank you for your guidance. So, what’s the matter today?”

"I've been getting some strange wounds on my body when I was exercising recently." Mitsui Tsubasa answered according to the prepared words.

“……” Wu Jianmiao was silent for a moment, as if weighing something in his mind, and then he sighed slightly.

Strange wound? Looks like another difficult patient.

With this physique, could this be an athlete who abuses drugs?

"Forget it, please go into the treatment room."

Hearing this permission, a glimmer of joy flashed in Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes.

He turned around, pushed open the wooden door on the right, and strode into the clinic. He slowly scanned the various medical devices in the room, then calmly sat down on the small round chair.

After waiting for about ten seconds, Wu Jianmiao sat opposite him with a brand new blank medical record book.

She tapped on the computer keyboard a few times, without looking back, and asked casually: "To create a file, I need some basic information, name?"

"..."

After a brief inquiry, Wu Jianmiao gently turned her chair, crossed her beautiful and slender legs, revealing a leisurely posture.

Through the gaps in her white coat, her graceful figure outlined by her tight black dress could be vaguely seen, and the looming absolute area was particularly eye-catching.

Equally eye-catching are the fashionable and flamboyant bandage sandals on her feet and her slender toes as white as frost and snow.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Mitsui Tsubasa pursed his lips slightly and suddenly felt thirsty.