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

After staring for a moment, he determined the twisted desires represented by this color.

Although I don't know what she has done, judging from the total amount of malice, she must have done a lot of bad things, enough to enter the third level of the impression space.

"You are the one!"

Mitsui Tsubasa stared at the woman's spirit, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. Under his gaze, the woman's spirit trembled slightly, and then slowly, the arrogant evil gradually emerged as if being led by an invisible hand.

He simply nodded slightly, and Pride responded to the god's call, beginning to twist and deform rapidly.

The familiar scene happened again. The half-serious and half-false expression on the young woman's face suddenly changed and she screamed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The shrill scream that was so inconsistent with her appearance scared her male companion. He looked at the woman in his arms with a hideous face and snot and tears mixed together, and he also panicked.

The woman was in extreme pain and subconsciously grabbed his clothes tightly and scratched him continuously.

The two got tangled up and rolled off the sofa together.

The guests around were startled by the sudden scream and looked at him in surprise.

Looking at the two people rolling on the ground, they involuntarily took a few steps back, fearing that they would be involved in this inexplicable dispute.

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't care about their actions. At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to control his emotions. He tried to control the process of soul extraction while being disturbed by the extreme pleasure.

This was undoubtedly a very difficult act, but he had to succeed. He knew that if he indulged in this feeling, he might really become a god who devoured the world.

What he wants is to rule the world, not destroy it!

With such firm determination, he gritted his teeth, endured the waves of pleasure that rushed from the depths of his soul, and tried his best to control the flames of arrogance.

Under his control, the experiment barely succeeded. After burning most of the woman's desire, the dark flame gradually died out.

The young woman's expression slowly calmed down and her body stopped shaking.

The young man, on the other hand, seemed to be frightened out of his wits. He pushed her aside and crawled backwards, screaming in a distorted tone.

After the woman calmed down completely, Mitsui Tsubasa walked up to her and carefully examined her expression.

I discovered some clues at a glance. Her current expression was a bit like... Sage Time?

It is the Buddhist state after one's desires are satisfied.

He switched his vision again and looked at her spirit.

The ugly spirit, originally entangled in desire, was now emitting a faint white light, giving off a sense of purification and clarity.

"So, extracting twisted desires is actually a good thing for humans? Will this woman become an honest and good person in the future?"

Mitsui Tsubasa was so shocked that he even had the illusion that he was doing a good thing.

However, after only a few seconds of pause, he couldn't wait to turn to the next "guinea pig".

The feeling of having his ultimate happiness interrupted was extremely uncomfortable, and it made him feel unsatisfied and lost.

Before he even realized it, the way he looked at the customers was no longer like looking at his fellow customers, but... as if he was looking at food, cold and heartless.

Chapter 267 Soul Devourer

In just a few minutes, several people in the bar convulsed and fell to the ground as if they had suddenly suffered a serious illness.

Their miserable condition frightened the other customers present. Those handsome men and beautiful women who were usually well-dressed and arrogant now turned pale and panicked, and fled to the exit desperately.

But the experiment was not over yet, and Mitsui Tsubasa obviously could not let go of these backup "materials". He just moved his eyes slightly, and the invisible gravity pressed everyone present to the ground, making them unable to move.

"What on earth is this! Biological weapons? Infrasound?"

A well-mannered young woman who seemed to have read a lot of science fiction novels was wailing in despair. She held on to the ground with her shaking hands and tried to crawl towards the door, but her limbs were so weak that she could not move forward no matter how hard she tried.

This incomprehensible predicament instantly activated the associations in her brain, and the plots in those doomsday novels emerged in her mind. Her overly abundant imagination made the expression on her face even more panicked.

However, even her condition was still considered mild. Some people with weak psychological endurance had already started to speak incoherently, crying and cursing while calling the police.

Among them, there was even a handsome middle-aged man who buried his head in the ground in despair, crying with tears streaming down his face: 'Mom...Mom!

The noisy sounds kept coming into his ears, and Mitsui Tsubasa frowned irritably, feeling very dissatisfied.

"This is a noble experiment in becoming a god. Do these ignorant mortals know what a great cause they are participating in? What a shame to make such a fuss!"

If it weren't for the remaining bit of humanity in his heart, he would have almost wanted to burn them all.

Forcing his attention back to the experimental subject in front of him, Mitsui Tsubasa observed the changes in the spirit intently.

When the man's desires were completely burned out, he reluctantly extinguished the flames.

The man who had been shivering and foaming at the mouth slowly calmed down, staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes.

Mitsui Tsubasa gave him a dozen seconds to rest, then lowered his head and observed him expectantly.

The thin man dressed as a bar bouncer had a dull look in his eyes. He had obviously just experienced the pain of his soul burning, but now his face had a strange expression that seemed like he was neither crying nor laughing.

After trying to listen to his inner thoughts, Mitsui Tsubasa found that his thinking ability seemed to be greatly affected. Not only was his logic confusing, but it was also mixed with many inexplicable strange thoughts.

“This is dementia…”

"At least it's better than being a vegetable."

The golden light in Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes suddenly increased and switched to soul vision.

Looking at the man's spirit that had become clear but slightly dim, Mitsui Tsubasa fell into deep thought. Desire and emotion are undoubtedly important components of the soul, but will emotions also be consumed in the process of burning desire?

This problem made him realize that the proportion of desire extraction still needed to be further adjusted to ensure that it would not interfere with human normal life.

His eyes slowly swept over the ugly mortals lying on the ground, and the desire in his heart was stirring. Although they were not evil, being a part of God was a great gift!

There is nothing more sacred than sacrificing these tiny mortals to achieve a great self!

Mitsui Tsubasa took a step forward, but then stopped, his face full of twisted and struggling expressions.

"No, no, no, no--No! You can't think like that!!"

He clenched his fist in pain and hit his forehead several times, trying to calm himself down in this way.

"Killing innocent people indiscriminately will damage my image. It is better to target the guilty people first..."

Afraid that he would lose control of himself if he stayed here, he left the bar in an instant and stood above the city, overlooking the chaotic streets.

Just a quarter of an hour after the field was deployed, the bustling center of Roppongi seemed to have experienced a war.

The busy pedestrians were suffering from headaches and wailing everywhere, and only a few could still stand.

The road was even more chaotic, with many vehicles crashing into each other in all directions, thick smoke billowing from the tires, and shrill horns ringing through the night sky.

Some out-of-control vehicles even crashed into roadside shops, shattering the originally exquisite windows and sending glass fragments flying.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke and burnt wires, and occasional flames could be seen flickering among the ruins.

Mitsui Tsubasa stared silently at the destruction he had unintentionally caused, a trace of guilt flashing through his heart.

But soon his expression changed and he found a victim trapped in a burning car.

He was a middle-aged man who looked like a social animal, with a tired face under his messy short hair, and he wore myopic glasses with alarming degrees.

Mitsui Tsubasa rushed to his side, but found it was too late. The tragic rear-end collision had crushed his legs and there was no hope of rescue.

The pungent smell of blood and gasoline blended together, feeling indescribably weird.

From a spiritual perspective, he is actually a good person...it's just a pity that he appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Mitsui Tsubasa sighed softly, observed a three-second silence for him, and then quickly ignited his soul while he still had a breath.

It was a close call. My soul almost dissipated automatically. What a waste!

Since there's no hope for him anyway, he might as well use the last bit of his energy to contribute to this beautiful world!

After harvesting this lucky man, Mitsui Tsubasa felt something in his heart and carefully sensed the humans in the area.

Among these people, he really found several victims who were like candles in the wind.

In the spirit of diligence and thrift, he absorbed their souls as well, allowing these unfortunate mortals to welcome the luckiest thing in life - to become one with him, the great god!

Every time he absorbed a complete soul, endless pleasure came like a tide, making him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

Mitsui Tsubasa finally suppressed the desire in his heart and began to look for those sinners with strong desires.

In the palace area, his perception became like the divine consciousness in the novels about cultivating immortals, and in an instant he could sweep across an area of ​​one kilometer in radius.

From the approximately six thousand mortals affected, he found more than three hundred mortals who needed to be purified.

Among these people there are gangsters as well as well-dressed upper-class people, but no matter what their social status is, Mitsui Tsubasa treats them equally, ready to purify their excessive desires and guide them towards a better path.

This time, he tried a more efficient technique, performing soul purification rituals on multiple subjects at the same time.

Initially his target was three people, and after success he increased it to five and ten people. It was not until he reached thirty people that he felt a little tired and his control over the Flame of Pride declined.

In order not to burn these people into fools or vegetables, he had to control the flames of arrogance and burn their souls carefully.

If you don't do this, the ceremony of a group of five people just now is a negative example. When Mitsui Tsubasa was distracted for a moment, their souls were completely burned...

Chapter 268: The Trial of Yaldabait

There are more than three hundred people. If everything goes well, the purification ceremony can be completed by repeating it ten times.

By then, there will be more than 300 kind-hearted people with simple desires in this world, which can be said to be a great merit.

However, the smile on Mitsui Tsubasa's face did not last long, as an accident happened.

After the ceremony for the first thirty people was over, the souls of the remaining two hundred people suddenly spontaneously combusted without him doing anything!

The fire of arrogance burned wildly and uncontrollably, and brilliant soul fragments quickly emerged from people's bodies and merged into the realm.

The force that was originally like a gentle breeze and drizzle instantly turned into a violent storm, and the intense pleasure almost made Mitsui Tsubasa faint.

His whole body trembled, and his majestic golden eyes were full of panic!

"What's going on here?"

"Why did you suddenly lose control?!"

He obviously did nothing!

Mitsui Tsubasa hastily mobilized the strength within his body, trying his best to suppress the extreme pleasure that was driving him crazy.

At the same time, his spiritual sense quickly swept across the entire area, looking for any suspicious signs.

He thought it would be a difficult task, but the next second, he locked on the suspect - Yaldabet!

That’s right, no one else has this ability except Yaldabaoth.

Just... why?

This false god's previous behavior could even be considered friendly, so why did he suddenly turn hostile?

Mitsui Tsubasa leaped with all his strength and appeared in front of Him in an instant.

Yaldabaoth still maintained his attitude of enjoying the show, sitting quietly on the throne in mid-air.

But his eyes revealed an undisguised mocking smile, almost making it clear that he was the instigator of this change!

Mitsui Tsubasa secretly mobilized all his forces and prepared to fight at any time.

His face was cold and he glared down at her, "Yaldabet, what are you going to do!?"

In response to his roar, the strange-looking white-haired old man laughed, his mouth full of sharp fangs flashing a pale cold light.

"I am helping you, my young fellow. You are too picky about your taste. You only eat the 'most delicious' 'foods', and you eat so little. How long will it take you to fully grow up?"

"You are still a toddler, so don't be too picky about food. In order for you to grow up healthily, I will give you all the humans in Japan. Devour these 100 million souls, and then be reborn as a god!"

His voice was full of temptation, and he did not take the so-called 100 million souls seriously at all.

Hearing his crazy proposal, Mitsui Tsubasa suddenly became angry and retorted: "You don't need to interfere in my affairs. This world will be my private property sooner or later. I will rule it forever instead of destroying it!"

“Rule?” Yaldabaoth laughed as if he had heard a funny joke. “You should know that I am the ruling god…”

He suddenly paused here, and looked at Mitsui Tsubasa with a strange look, "...But, if it were you, I would be willing to share this authority with you. Maybe we can even form a Pantheon."

"How about cooperating with me, my young fellow?"

Hearing this invitation, Mitsui Tsubasa looked at him in disbelief.

Is the false god really so easy to talk to?