Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 409 - 407 Destiny Like a Law_1

The scale of the earthquake that attacked Dupont Manor was unknown, but the intense shaking tore the luxurious villa apart, revealing endless deep fissures in the ground as tanks plummeted from the surface.

The people inside were desperate to escape, but they were one step too late and could only fall into the abyss alongside the tanks.

Amidst the screaming and chaos, a doctor made his escape.

Everyone who had witnessed his killings perished in various accidents, either falling into the fissures or being crushed to death.

Strangely, those who were untrained seemed to run even faster. The doctor was so certain of this because, as he fled, he constantly observed his surroundings and saw servants sprinting.

And by the time he ran down the stairs, the Butler and the bodyguards were gone.

This was truly fortunate.

The doctor was overjoyed.

Ever since he uncovered the truth, he saw revenge as his mission, deliberately choosing a terribly flawed woman as his wife, knowing that only a married man could earn Cody’s trust.

He had meticulously prepared his plan for revenge for over a decade, living only for that moment earlier, never considering whether he would survive.

But to survive and take revenge was an exceptionally good thing.

The doctor was sure that all his actions would be buried by this intense earthquake. No one would suspect that the people crushed in the earthquake might have died from other accidents.

Overwhelmed with elation, he ran towards the outside. Perhaps benefiting from his observation, he smoothly made it to the manor gates.

The intense earthquake finally stopped.

The once-grand villa had fallen into the abyss. Oyama became mounds, and billowing dust rose from all around.

As the doctor looked at the rising plumes of dust, he noticed a car surprisingly parked at the entrance. It was unaffected by the fissures, and the keys were still in the ignition.

"God bless," he exclaimed with joy, swiftly starting the car and driving away.

In the future, he would find a new place, a new identity, and continue to live.

As he drove, he felt no emptiness often depicted in movies post-revenge. Instead, he felt extraordinary elation.

He even played exciting music, and the normally composed man could not help shouting with happiness.

The rest of his life would be lived for himself. He would open a small clinic, marry a virtuous wife, and then leave this world surrounded by his descendants.

After driving for a while, the doctor noticed a car that had broken down on the side of the road.

Instinctively, he stopped next to it, rolled down the window, and said, "Hello, do you need help?"

"Of course."

From the other side of the car, a blonde woman straightened up. Her face was slightly smeared with oil, which did not detract from her fair complexion.

"I’d be glad to assist a lady."

The doctor was moved and quickly got out of the car.

Thus, the Avenger’s happy life began.

These were words recorded by fate.

Aozawa, now a breeze, watched this scene, gaining a deeper understanding of Fate Weaving’s ability.

Without a doubt, Fate Weaving was a very powerful ability, but it had its limitations.

Some things could happen instantly; others could not.

For instance, earthquakes could happen at any moment. If he wrote that an earthquake would occur in the next second, then it would happen.

But if he wrote that a person would become the Mayor of New York in the next second, the words in the Book of Destiny would dissipate.

Anything written in the Book of Destiny was bound to happen, so things that could not happen would not appear in it.

Additionally, the Book of Destiny could indeed cause some anomalies in a person’s life. For example, when he wrote that DuPont would know the time of his death, DuPont truly did become aware of it.

Aozawa wanted to find out the upper limit of the abnormal fates Fate Weaving could achieve, and he pondered who to write about in the book next.

After some thought, he decided to try and see how long it would take for someone to become the Mayor of New York. One second might be too short, so he extended the time a bit.

「...」

David’s work was done. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The reason was simple. His diligence had him finish the scheduled work ahead of time.

The homeowner was pleased and gave him a tip, but the expressions of the renovation crew were clearly unhappy.

David knew that he couldn’t continue to work with that crew in the future. But he had no choice.

God had asked him to be a good person and had given him strength. Therefore, he couldn’t keep doing sly and slippery deeds—like tasks that could clearly be completed in three days but were deliberately dragged out for half a month; this was obviously taking advantage of people.

David would rather collect relief food from the streets than engage in such deceitful acts.

Looking at the cash in his hand, he wondered when he would accumulate enough money to buy the information he needed. He hadn’t yet compensated a single person on his list.

David sighed. He planned to buy two burgers at the hamburger shop to fill his stomach and then figure out what to do the next day.

With his limited education and lack of connections, and being unwilling to commit illegal acts, his only way to make an honest living was to rely on his God-given strength for physical labor.

But securing physical labor jobs in the United States was not an easy task.

The wages offered by undocumented workers were extremely low.

David genuinely couldn’t compete with those workers on wages. Plenty of people were scrambling for jobs even at $900 a month.

At the end of the day, it’s because other countries are too poor.

It was already the 21st century. Yet, rumor had it that a major country still had very few cars. It was described as rampant with filth and disarray, filled with oppression and corruption, still employing a system of manorial lords and slaves where even wives were shared. With a population of over a billion, people supposedly had to run from their village to the town just to use a payphone.

What David couldn’t understand was, how could such an impoverished country still be considered a threat to the United States?

Suddenly, David realized he was pondering a question he had never considered before. A thoughtful expression crossed his face. After some reflection, he couldn’t find an answer, nor did he feel the need to. Such matters had nothing to do with him, an unemployed drifter.

As David walked towards the burger joint, he suddenly heard a scream.

"Ah, help!"

Without any hesitation, he swiftly changed direction and dashed toward the source of the sound, the wind whistling past his ears.

He covered the hundred-meter distance in less than a second. David turned a corner and saw a mother and daughter facing a threat on the grass of the park.

What is that?

David was somewhat stunned.

It resembled a black bull, but it had three huge heads on its necks. It was snarling, and its drool sizzled on the grass like sulfuric acid.

Cerberus?

David recognized the creature. He also noticed the surrounding pedestrians were frozen in shock; no one dared to step forward to save the mother and daughter.

He instantly understood that God had given him this strength for one reason—to defeat these demons.

"Cerberus should stay in Hell!"

David let out a loud shout, drawing the attention of Cerberus. He launched himself forward, his feet exploding with power, launching him over ten meters and soaring five meters into the air.

A premeditated twist of his waist allowed him to perform a 365-degree spin in mid-air. His right foot then chopped down from high above, like an axe striking wood.

His foot landed precisely on Cerberus’s back.

BANG!

"AH!"

Cerberus howled in pain. Its spine snapped, and it collapsed to the ground.

David straddled its massive body, raised his sandbag-sized fist, and smashed it down heavily.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Under his storm of punches, Cerberus was beaten to a bloody pulp and died on the spot.

David jumped off Cerberus’s corpse and turned to the mother and daughter. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"W-we’re fine." The woman swallowed, her face pale with fright.

The little girl in the woman’s arms looked at him with sparkling eyes and asked, "Big brother, are you a superhero?"

David was slightly taken aback. He had never been looked at by a little white girl with such a gaze. A sense of joy and a trace of pride welled up in his chest unexpectedly. Turns out, he too could be looked at with admiration rather than disdain or caution.

David smiled, crouched down, and said, "I’m not a hero, just a lamb favored by the Lord. Believe in the Lord, and follow His teachings. Amen."

At that moment, his dark face was full of devotion, a sense of sanctity radiating from him.

The sound of camera shutters clicked around them.

"Hello, I’m Shelia Luce, a reporter from Fox," she said. "I’d like to interview you about this incident. Would you be willing?"

Shelia led her team over. She had been conducting street interviews for a live broadcast, asking people for their thoughts on the current state of the United States, when this incident occurred.

She recalled the President’s statements on television. A three-headed dog appearing on the streets of New York... could it be related to monsters from a different world?

And this creature, presumably a monster, had now been slain by a devout believer. Without a doubt, this was an incident with huge traffic potential. Shelia felt she was going to become famous.

David initially wanted to refuse; he performed good deeds for their own sake, not for fame. But on second thought, letting more people know about God’s teachings and hear stories about God didn’t seem like such a bad thing.

"Alright, you can ask me anything."

"When did you start believing in the Lord?" Shelia asked, holding the microphone out to him.

David said with a nostalgic expression, "It was on July 16th, at night. I was living hopelessly, as usual, believing that everything in the world was utterly terrible, with no chance for change. At that moment, as I stood there, a hopeless man, the Lord appeared. He bestowed power upon me and admonished me to be a good person."

"I’m grateful for the Lord’s gift. He made my body, long abused by drugs, so strong. He also strengthened my will enough to overcome the adverse effects of drugs."

Shelia didn’t quite believe such things, but she still responded dramatically. "Oh my God, you’ve actually seen the Lord? Could you describe what the Lord looks like?"

"He had golden hair and skin as white as snow. His eyes were filled with love. Just His gaze made me feel as if my whole being was redeemed."

David described the figure he saw that night with passion and vivid detail. It’s only human to add a filter to cherished memories, and in his, that figure’s appearance and gaze radiated love.