Persona: Devil Summoner

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Chapter 110 True and False

"You are worthy of being Jiang... ahem, you are worthy of being a... a... act..."

The time was slightly moved forward, and the Phantom Thieves easily stole Madarame's secret treasure according to the pre-arranged strategy. Long Si wanted to praise him, but his English was really bad, and he couldn't remember how to spell Jiang Tianwei's code name actor.

"Long Si, you are too cheap, aren't you?!"

Morgana sighed helplessly and stopped.

Everyone is now in the atrium, having been running for a while. It seems that Madarame is focusing all his attention on the secret treasure and has no energy to care about others. There are no enemies in this space.

The person in charge of carrying Banmu's painting around was Morgana. This little cat-like creature must be tired after running for so long, carrying a painting that was several times taller than him.

"Ahhh... I can't bear it any longer~ treasure~".

Morgana is a good cat in every way, except that he can't suppress his emotions when he encounters a secret treasure. It's really a bit...

Everyone knows about its problem. It is a very qualified supporter, but sometimes it is too obsessed with treasures, just like the cat's enthusiasm for Polygonum multiflorum.

Everyone knows about its problem and can only look upon Morgana with warm regards.

Open the purple canvas that tightly wraps the painting, and what appears inside is!

"What is this?!".

Long Si looked at the scrawled contents on the painting with a puzzled look. It was just a few strokes, drawing the appearance of an old man. To use an example that Chinese people can understand, it is the children's game of "drawing an old man Ding" or "drawing an old man Mickey".

"Is this considered a secret treasure?"

Gao Juan An also leaned over in surprise.

This thing doesn't look like a secret treasure that a person who calls himself a great artist should have...

"Could it be a fake?"

Amamiya Ren reacted immediately, holding down her companions on both sides with both hands and pulling them back. Only Morgana was helpless, so Amamiya Ren had to treat it like a ball and kicked it away.

In the blink of an eye, the fake painting suddenly exploded with an arc of electricity, forming an electric capture net.

If it weren't for Amamiya Ren's quick reaction, these people would have been trapped by the lightning by now.

"Tsk, he's obviously a shameless thief, but he reacts quite quickly."

Madarame's voice came from the way everyone came.

Wearing a golden kimono, with an arrogant look on his face, and accompanied by two guards on his left and right, Madarame Ikryusai appears!

"Madarame!"

Kitagawa Yusuke's originally calm face unconsciously sank when he saw Madarame.

"Hmph, Yusuke, you're still hanging out with those guys. How foolish. Since I already know your target is the secret treasure, how could I leave it there for you to steal?"

"So, it's a fake..."

Amamiya Ren snapped his fingers, and a persona flew out from behind him. It was shaped like an onion with a roasted chicken body underneath, and it looked very delicious. The persona spit out a flame and burned the fake painting on the ground to ashes.

"Of course. Including me standing in the exhibition area over there, I am also a fake. As expected, that kid was fooled."

Of course, the one Madarame was referring to was Jiang Tianwei. Jiang Tianwei really thought that Madarame was right next to the secret treasure. Unexpectedly, the secret treasure was fake, and Madarame was also fake...

"You are just a petty thief, come and take a good look at my world-famous work!"

Madarame said, clapping his hands, and the two security guards beside him raised a work together......

The golden picture frame shows the original appearance of "Sayuri".

Wearing red clothes, with a loving yet sad look in her eyes, she is leaning against the golden moonlight, with a branch of cherry blossom inserted diagonally from the side.

However, unlike the Sayuri that everyone sees, there is no mysterious black fog in the arms of Sayuri in this picture, but... a baby.

"Is this the truth behind Sayuri's mysterious expression?"

Takamaki An saw the original appearance of the painting for the first time. If it was a baby, then everything made sense.

The love in a mother's eyes.

Although there are many speculations on the Internet that are more reasonable and even more convincing than babies, babies are indeed the correct answer.

"Sayuri..."

As soon as Kitagawa Yusuke saw this painting, his eyes dimmed. This painting was the beginning of his determination to start painting, and it was also the white moonlight in his heart.

"Madarame, answer me a question. Why, why did you have to erase the baby on Sayuri? Why did you plagiarize your disciples' ideas? Why did you want to maintain that illusory image of a master? You... do you know how painful it is to attack the mentor who has raised you for more than ten years..."

"The grace of raising me? Oh, really, that's how you see it! How stupid."

Although there was a hint of submission in Kitagawa Yusuke's tone, Madarame's expression was full of mockery.

"When that woman created 'Sayuri', I knew at a glance that if this painting was named after me and the baby was painted out, it would definitely become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. Baby? The public does not need such a specific thing, just let Sayuri look at it with her mysterious eyes. It's like Venus doesn't have arms. You see, thanks to me, Sayuri's eyes, like Mona Lisa's smile, have become a miracle in art history!"

Madarame said smugly, "As for you, Yusuke, you are really stupid and naive! You were only three years old when I adopted you. How could this world directly tell that a three-year-old child has a talent for painting? I adopted you simply because I was afraid that you would discover the truth about Sayuri!"

Madarame's madness shocked Yusuke at once. Although he was unwilling to think about it, after all, a son will not despise his mother's ugliness, and a dog will not despise his family's poverty. No matter how many bad things Madarame did, at least he did raise Yusuke for more than ten years. Deep in his heart, Yusuke couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him.

But now, Yusuke can only speculate in one direction based on what Madarame meant...

"Could it be that Sayuri is mine..."

"Well, yes, it's your mother! 'Sayuri' is your mother's self-portrait! That stupid student realized that he didn't have much time left, so he cast such a complicated look at you in the cradle!"

"!"

Yusuke was stunned and took a step back in disbelief. Amamiya Ren silently pressed his shoulders to support him.

Gao Juan Xing stepped forward angrily and shouted, "How could you steal such an important thing? It was the only memorial left to him by his deceased mother!"

"How much can a souvenir be worth?! What do you, a young girl with little experience in the world, know? Besides, this is not just my problem. When I saw her falling ill in the studio that day, I thought at the time that there were no outsiders here, and as long as I ignored her, the painting would naturally become my work! The woman was frail and sickly to begin with, and it was nothing special for her to die in the studio. So, if you want to blame someone, blame fate! It was God who put this great opportunity in front of me! I just followed my fate!"

Takamaki An was so shocked by his madness that she was speechless. Just as she was about to retort, Madarame laughed sarcastically, "Come to think of it, if you want to plagiarize ideas, you have to start with children who can't resist. This idea just came to my mind when I saw you, Yusuke. I adopted you because I was afraid that you would discover the truth, and I kept you by my side so that you could be brainwashed. I didn't expect that you actually inherited that woman's talent for painting. It's a pleasant surprise. I have to thank you very much, Yusuke."

Yusuke stood firm, pushed away Amamiya Ren's hand, and nodded to him in gratitude.

"Madarame, I really have to thank you... I don't have any reason to forgive you anymore."

Through the fox mask, Yusuke's eyes were cold and firm. Now he had no intention of showing mercy to Madarame! "

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Chapter 111: Perfect Patience

"Forgive me? Hahahaha, all of you will die here today! How dare you disobey me? I am Madarame! The great Madarame! I am the god of art!"

In response to Kitagawa Yusuke's calm declaration of anger, Madarame responded with hysterical enthusiasm!

His limbs twisted randomly, and his body turned into mud and water, seeping into the ground. Then, Madarame was reborn!

Madarame makes a living by painting, and regards paintings as his secret treasures. Naturally, his true form is also a painting. Four paintings of different sizes flew up from the floor where Madarame disappeared. They were the left and right eyes, nose, and mouth, a total of four organs, and each organ occupied a separate frame.

Four paintings barely make up a face!

"He claims to be a god, but his true form is paper? What a perfect match." (Note: in Japanese, the words "神" and "纸" have the same pronunciation).

Amamiya Ren told this homophonic joke.

"Well, since it's paper, just burn it!"

Anne Takamaki is an emotional person who tends to be sentimental, especially after hearing about what happened to Yusuke's mother, there is no way that the kind-hearted girl would let Madarame go.

Carmen may be a strange name to those who don't know much about opera. But for those who love music, especially classical music, Carmen represents a passionate, unrestrained, cheerful, fiery girl. She is a good match for An Takamaki in terms of personality.

Just as Takamaki An was seen swaying in a red leather jacket, persona also wearing a red dress appeared behind her. Persona Carmen gently lifted the hem of her skirt, and a beam of fire gushed out from in front of her, pouring out Takamaki An's angry tongues of fire, which instantly turned into an overwhelming sea of ​​fire that rolled towards Madarame.

What if it's framed in gold? What if it's covered in glass? No matter how elaborate the decoration is, it's just a piece of paper. Just burn it all with flames!

"Did it work?".

Long Si clenched his fists excitedly, revealing a smug smile under his skull mask: "I told you not to look down on me! You old man, you are suffering!"

"Huff, huff, huff, who do you think is suffering?"

Madarame's tone was calm, as if Takamaki An's flames had not hurt him at all. Being engulfed by the flames, he did not feel hurt at all.

"Resistant to fire? Haha, then try this! Goyouemon!".

Kitagawa Yusuke perfectly practiced what he said before: "Calmly appreciate the good and evil of people." The calmness in Madarame's tone did not seem to be a disguise, so the most reasonable explanation was that he was not afraid of fire. It made sense. For paper, fire is definitely the biggest weakness. How could he not have prepared a countermeasure?

The huge Phantom Thief Persona Goyouemon appeared, the ancient chivalrous thief reappeared in the world, stepping like a kabuki. The big umbrella in the giant persona's hand opened with a snap, and suddenly countless ice crystal particles appeared in the air and flew towards Madara's position.

"Don't talk big, old man. I'm going to make you suffer right now!"

It is not easy for Long Si to endure such a bad temper until now. He has long wanted to beat this old man up.

Persona Captain Kidd appeared, and as he stomped his foot on the ship, there was a sound of thunder even though there were no dark clouds. Above the duet of ice and fire, dazzling golden lightning fell!

"Then let's go too, Zorro! Give him some flavor!"

Everyone was going up, so there was no reason for Morgana not to go up. A huge swordsman in black emerged, waving the rapier in his hand, and the fine wind pressure turned into a blade that tilted out!

The wind ignites the fire, the lightning shatters the ice armor, and magic of various attributes bombards Madarame's body, interfering with each other and stimulating each other. The common point is that all actions are carried out on Madarame's body! The violent energy changes are naturally accompanied by powerful power...

The four magical attributes bombarded Madarame one after another. However, in the midst of the exploding winds, Madarame's unbridled laughter echoed violently.

"Hahahaha, it's useless, useless! It's too weak, too weak."

(Are the individual attributes useless... Is it resistance? Or is it simply that magic is ineffective?).

Yu Gong Lian thought about it, and suddenly thought of a reasonable approach...

"Is that it? Those little brats are just little brats. They can't fight against the great god of art!"

Madarame noticed that everyone's firepower was gradually thinning out and taunted with amusement.

"Really? Try this!"

Amamiya Ren ignored his taunting, shook her cape, and then switched to her own persona.

"Male incubus! Sucking blood!".

A purple-red demon about the size of a human baby flew up from behind Amamiya Ren, with bat-like wings.

The most common magic attributes are the four elements of fire, ice, wind and thunder, followed by the two opposing attributes of light and darkness. In addition, there are healing, assistance, interference... and the [omnipotent] attribute that transcends all magic attributes.

No matter what strange means Madarame used to gain so much patience, do you have the universal attribute of patience?

Bloodsucking happens to be a skill with universal attributes!

As the little male succubus danced freely in the air, particles of faint white light were constantly drawn out from Madarame's four paintings and absorbed into the male succubus' body.

"! Damn kid, he actually used this method!"

Madarame was angry, and it was not difficult to tell from his tone that he had no resistance to the omnipotent attribute.

"Humph, you have been using dirty tricks to take away other people's futures. Do you have the right to criticize other people's tricks?"

Gao Juan Xing retorted rudely.

"You're so sharp-tongued! Then I'll start with you!"

As Madarame was speaking, a stream of black ink suddenly spurted out from the bearded mouth in the bottom frame! Takamaki An was not paying attention for a moment and was sprayed with ink!

"What, what's going on? I feel like something's wrong with my body?!"

Takamaki An's body was dark and wet, and she felt as if her body had been hollowed out, unable to exert any strength. Madarame laughed loudly, and when he opened his mouth, a flame exploded next to Takamaki An.

According to the unspoken rules of general RPG games, a person who is good at fire magic will naturally be good at fire resistance. Takamaki An is also naturally good at fire resistance.

however……

Boom!

Gao Juan Xing only felt a gust of scorching wind blowing, and then a burning pain came from all parts of her body. The pain was so severe that she couldn't help but curl up her body and was blown away by the blast of hot wind!

"What's going on!? Is it the influence of that ink?!"

Amamiya Ren reacted immediately.

"I'm afraid this is Madarame's impression of [Ink Smear]! Anyone who is killed by him will become like this!"

Morgana tried to speculate, but Madarame didn't answer. He opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of ink! Everyone already knew the power of this ink, so how could they fight head-on? They quickly scattered and hid, looking for cover.

Madarame laughed happily as he watched them scatter.