Persona 5: Final Boss Novels & Stories

And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment. Antonio Rossi. He bought me for the reasons unknown and now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has cliffs and forests and river. It has everything but the peace and freedom— two things I have dreamed of since childhood. He is ruthless in his quest to make me understand who’s the master of my faith. He says that I belong to him, that he owns me. And he promised me retaliation for every rule break. His every touch burns me and leaves me thinking maybe he’s right which only makes me hate him with every fibre of my being.

There’s only one person who was powerful enough to wipe off their forces with a flick of the dragon tail. “Make sure to finish your job before the final boss appears. She has a habit of appearing at the last minute just to enjoy the misery of others. If she appears before that, you will not be able to fight her head-on. If so, just retaliate.” All of them remembered the warning left by their lord before they went on. (All: Roger that.) (Oh shit! We’re too late.) But then, Hashim's alarmed voice was cut off from the walkie-talkie.

the only word that is able to get out of his lips. Evan didn't dare to argue with the boss, because Evan knows very well that during this time between his boss and the Erika-like eve of the cold war that is strong enough. But the cold war because of what? Evan also don't know. Which Evan know, just Erika is the legal wife of Jimmy Andrean Adinata is not more than that. To be continued ...

“Unlike most horror games,” the staff member continued, “in this one, being killed by an NPC actually counts as clearing the game. When the boss-level player enters the world, all his memories are erased except for one directive: kill every player.” “And the final reward is ten million dollars. Before he entered the game, the boss player personally set one extra condition. If he voluntarily kisses a player, that player earns the final prize. Also, if you manage to bring all three keys out of the game, you can exchange them for three million.”

I hugged myself tightly. "What are you waiting for? Get inside!" He fired a shot, making us flinch. We cried as we walked toward the red door. Inside, a muscular man with long hair and dark skin stared at us. He wore a black suit and white gloves. "Only five women, Luke? Five women for ten million? Are you serious?" he asked angrily. Luke replied, "They’re the only women Lopez had." "I need a virgin, Luke. Are they virgins? They don’t look like virgins—especially that stinking one!"

Tera pushed the man's shoulder, impossible to escape from. The man didn't move an inch, still sleeping and licking his lips contentedly. Tera became impatient and pinched Big Boss's forehead and earlobe hard. "Boss!" she growled, struggling to be released. In a split second, Big Boss's eyes moved from the beautiful scenery and up to Tera's face. His narrow, slanted eyes widened, and his mouth opened in surprise when he saw his Personal Assistant there. "What are you doing here?" growled the man.

He looked exactly like Dante. He was older, his eyes hardened by decades of shadows, but the resemblance was a sickening mirror. He held up a hand, and the feed zoomed in. In his palm sat a small, metallic chip—the final piece of the "Sync" puzzle. "Phase Five is complete," the Julian-figure whispered, his voice vibrating through the terminal speakers. "The Asset is integrated. The Host is stable. Now, let’s see if the son can handle the fact that he was never the Architect… he was the prototype."

Perfect. A buzz from Jessica's phone unveils the amazing news to her. As she relays the news back to the diary, she bounces in excitement. Jake Harrison, her gross boss (the same man who made her job a living nightmare), has not only been fired but arrested for embezzlement.

— Are you having bad days? I threw myself into Scott's arms and cried. The presence of the defender of people calmed me down. — Scott...—I whispered when I could finally speak.— Rahiel will kill Dean! Only you can help me! Only you...— — But how?—Scott's sky-blue eyes looked at me anxiously.—Tell me what to do, and I'll do it!— —This is the church of Ultima, and you are Ultima. You are the protector of the entire human race, so you can protect the priests of Ultima as well. We were once people, we just don't remember it...—

“Then the file moves now.” A second voice spoke from the darkness at the back of the unit. A voice I had not heard in years and had never expected to hear again. “Put the phone down. The file is not yours to sell.” I turned slowly. The shadows resolved into a figure I recognized from old family gatherings and older stories. Roric’s quietest problem-solver. A man who was supposed to be dead. The game had more players than any of us had counted.