Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 433 - 431

Columns of smoke billowed into the sky. The internet and reality alike exploded into chaos, triggering a wave of public opinion that swept across the world.

In the midst of this massive surge of attention, a man who was once a comedian naturally called upon everyone. He said, "The Earth is facing such a crisis, what’s the point of fighting anymore?"

He urged the relevant parties to recognize the situation, cease hostilities, and return home, so they could join hands to face the crisis from the Different World.

Online, various interest groups interpreted the event from their different standpoints.

Reality was no calmer.

Bruno was unaware of the reactions of other intelligence organizations. However, he received urgent orders from the Kremlin. He was to clarify the cause of the meteorite’s fall and figure out whether it was truly a meteorite or something else.

The U.S. Army must not be allowed to possess a meteorite with power from the Different World. If necessary, even destruction was an option.

This is asking too much.

Bruno rubbed his temples. He was in a private room of an upscale club, and through the window, he could see the column of smoke.

He pondered deeply, considering what methods he could use to obtain information about that place.

His channels through the six major consortia were becoming unstable.

His contact in the CIA’s intelligence department, who had a tacit understanding with him, had died inside the Tsuhara Research Institute.

Reality always deviated from people’s expectations—Mayers’ clone had abruptly destroyed the Tsuhara Research Institute, disrupting his original plans.

He had intended to exploit the instability within the CIA to rapidly expand.

However, the clone’s actions had unexpectedly eased the signs of division within the agency.

Consequently, if the KGB wished to expand, they would undoubtedly face a more difficult situation.

And now, he was even being asked to obtain details about a meteorite that the U.S. Army had classified as top secret.

Bruno stroked his chin, complaining, "Did they always trust me this much?"

Curtis, standing behind him, said with a firm expression, "Since it is the President’s command, we naturally have to carry out the mission one hundred percent. Any difficulty can be overcome."

That was the creed of the Kremlin Guard: fearless in the face of death and absolutely obedient to the President’s commands, executing them to the fullest.

Or, in other words, carrying out the President’s will.

"That’s right." Bruno exhaled lightly, thinking about how to gain the support of the six major consortia. "Our only hope is if the U.S. Army’s appetite is so large that it prevents the consortia from getting any information. Then, we’ll have a chance to act."

At this point, he slapped his forehead. "That’s it! We can have our KGB assets in the United States support this operation. They can persuade the U.S. higher-ups to classify this incident as a secret not to be disclosed to anyone. That way, we’ll naturally have comrades."

Bruno was a smart man. He knew that when handling affairs, one must not focus on a single point but keep the entire situation in view.

Every conflict in the world has its primary and secondary aspects. Once the main conflict is resolved, the secondary conflicts naturally fall into place.

The key to resolving this situation lay not here, but in the United States.

Bruno quickly contacted his superiors.

Curtis did not stop him. This wasn’t defiance of the President’s command, but rather a better way to implement it.

At this moment, she would unconditionally follow Bruno’s orders.

「Mount Fuji Ruins.」

The haze was thick, and nobody knew when it would completely disperse. For those in higher positions, they might hope the haze would continue to conceal the relevant details.

It would be best if the haze didn’t clear, at least until the tarpaulins intended to cover the meteorite were ready, ensuring the U.S. Army could monopolize the intelligence here.

But those matters didn’t concern Morimoto Chiyoda, who was currently on the meteorite. She turned and realized there might be no easy way to climb the meteorite, so she selected a few agile individuals to scale it.

Using the patterns etched into the stone, they climbed upwards by gripping the crevices within the designs.

The group climbed up through the haze.

It would have been safer to wait for the haze to clear before exploring the meteorite. However, faced with the dense fog and the meteorite from the Different World, Morimoto Chiyoda found her curiosity and adventurous nature irresistible.

She chose the most thrilling method to explore the meteorite.

The thrill of climbing—with no visible end above and no bottom below, where a single mistake could mean death—made Morimoto Chiyoda’s heart pound and her blood race with excitement.

Her movements became increasingly careful, and she soon climbed to the top of the meteorite.

Perhaps most of the meteorite was buried underground.

The meteorite that had obliterated Mount Fuji seemed to extend only about one hundred meters above ground level.

Standing atop the meteorite, Morimoto Chiyoda surveyed her surroundings. All was hazy, and she could only use a portable penetration imaging device to see the rough outlines of human figures in the fog.

After confirming no one had been replaced, she withdrew her gaze from her surroundings and looked down at the patterns etched on the surface of the meteorite.

She had noticed earlier that each pattern carved into it had its subtle differences.

Some patterns resembled oracle bone script, as if recording something, while others appeared to be simple symbols for certain objects.

Each seemed to have a profound meaning.

Rather than a meteorite, it seemed more like some sort of altar.

If it was an altar, then who would use such an altar? Dio? Morimoto Chiyoda wondered. She hadn’t noticed Dio at the scene, nor any sign of life at all.

Following the patterns, she continued to grope forward, reaching what appeared to be the center, as the pattern there was the largest she had encountered.

Its specific appearance was still unclear.

She touched the pattern, unbroken for several meters, and thought, I’ll probably have to wait for the fog to clear to see the entire design from a helicopter.

As for the meteorite’s full extent, they would have to find a way to excavate it piece by piece to see it clearly.

"It really is a miracle!" Okayama Buji sighed behind her.

With the current level of human technology, it was utterly impossible to achieve this. This also indirectly suggested that the inhabitants of the Different World might have a standard of living and architectural style comparable to the medieval period.

However, the power of those Angel Envoys absolutely surpassed this world’s military might.

The mysticism of the Different World overshadowed this world’s science. If the world barrier were to disappear in the future, humanity here could be endangered, likely reduced to a lower class.

Okayama Buji sighed. "If I had known, I should have asked Griffith for a book about the Different World from the start. Then I could have properly understood their history and seen how glorious their past truly was."

Morimoto Chiyoda sighed.

So far, Griffith could be considered the most agreeable Angel Envoy that humans had encountered.

The Dragon Person, judging by its actions, was cunning and adept at manipulating people’s hearts.

As for Dio, there was no need to say more.

He only wanted to create his own Paradise.

He never considered what kind of impact creating Paradise would have on this world.

"Such a bunch of capricious folks." Morimoto Chiyoda scoffed, losing interest in staying there, and said, "Let’s head back."

Okayama Buji said in surprise, "Eh, are we going back just like this after that tough climb up here?"

"Okayama, the fog is so thick here we can’t do anything. If we don’t go back, do you want to stay here and enjoy the draft?" Morimoto Chiyoda’s retort was self-assured.

Even Jeremy, who usually prioritized military orders above all else, couldn’t help but tease, "Miss Morimoto, when it comes to being capricious, you hardly have the right to criticize those Angel Envoys."

"This is the privilege of a beauty."

"You’re quite narcissistic," Ito Otome criticized.

Iwaki Kususuke chimed in via the communicator, "Typically, in such a cozy atmosphere, some bloodthirsty Monster is bound to show up, kill a few people, and drag the mood back to mysterious and terrifying."

"Shut your crow’s mouth," Morimoto Chiyoda retorted, then headed down.

Climbing down through the thick gray fog was also a challenge.

「Three o’clock in the afternoon, in front of Shinjuku Station.」

The area was always bustling with crowds, and the dust cloud from the meteorite’s impact was no longer visible.

Arakawa Reina looked at the crowd before her, experiencing a strange sense of serenity. She clearly recognized the world’s incredible capacity for accommodation. She could see the explosion of news online by simply turning on her cellphone, with rumors spreading everywhere, esoteric gurus and bloggers taking turns to appear. In reality, though, as she observed the passersby, they seemed no different from before, except for a few additional people handing out flyers. The rest were going about their business as usual: those who had to work went to work, job seekers looked for employment, tourists explored, and couples dated. Everyone was busy with their own lives, as if the incident of the meteorite striking Mount Fuji didn’t exist. Only the large screen outside the department store was showing experts’ views on the meteorite falling towards Mount Fuji, reminding people of the event. But no pedestrians looked up even for a glance.

"Tokyo’s capacity for accommodation is truly strong," Arakawa Reina remarked.

Aozawa laughed. "It hasn’t caused that much of an impact. Just a mountain gone."

"But that’s Mount Fuji!"

"Didn’t you hear the experts? This is a good thing. Mount Fuji was a dormant volcano. With this impact, it’s now a dead volcano, never to erupt again."

"That makes sense." Arakawa Reina nodded and entered Shinjuku Station with him. The conversation turned back to Aozawa. "Mr. Aozawa, you’ve spent so much time helping me today. Thank you for your trouble."

"No problem. I’ve got plenty of time during the summer holidays," Aozawa answered with a smile.

Arakawa Reina clenched her fists and said, "You have to do your best in the Jade Dragon Flag competition at the beginning of August! I believe Mr. Aozawa can definitely win the championship!"

"Haha, I also believe I can take the championship." Aozawa smiled. He was looking forward to the Jade Dragon Flag. It was a chance to make up for a past regret.

People always remember their failures more clearly than their successes.

He was no exception.

Aozawa had always remembered his previous defeat and naturally wanted to redeem himself now that he had the chance.