Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 519 - 517: 100% Lottery Draw_1

On the dining table, steaming oatmeal with milk and a few red dates looked quite festive and had a sweet taste.

The milk in the bowl reminded him of Chitose’s skin; truly delicious.

Thinking about last night, he blew on the steaming oatmeal and said, "Chitose, Iroha invited me to stay at an Adventure House in Tokorozawa City, Saitama Prefecture, for two days starting Thursday."

"She said it was for her club activity: observing human reactions during crises."

Morimoto Chiyoda was familiar with adventure houses. The recent craze for Different Worlds had prompted some businesses to seize the opportunity, quickly launching ’adventure houses’ that boasted a ’real Different World experience,’ complete with adventures and plots.

In essence, they were no different from haunted houses, just with an added Different World theme instead of pure horror.

"Alright, go."

Morimoto Chitose didn’t stop him from going to Saitama, secretly guessing this was Iroha’s answer.

But she didn’t know what kind of decision Iroha had made. Would she listen to her friends and keep trying? Or would she listen to *me* and go on the offensive? Morimoto Chitose was somewhat eager for Iroha to make her move quickly, yet also hoped she would take her time; her feelings were very conflicted.

She ate her oatmeal with milk, watching Aozawa seated opposite her, and then kicked him lightly.

Aozawa swallowed his porridge and asked in confusion, "Chitose, why did you kick me?"

"I kick you when I feel like it. If you have a problem with that, you’ll just have to endure it."

"Such a bossy queen’s statement."

"I am the Minister of State. Say one more word, and I’ll have you eating prison food."

Morimoto Chitose shot him a look and went back to enjoying her breakfast.

After finishing the oatmeal with milk, she pulled out a napkin, wiped her mouth, and said, "Remember to clean the house. And for the groceries... crawfish..."

She listed the groceries for the day and sent Aozawa a voice message so he wouldn’t forget.

When it came to everyday trivialities, Morimoto Chitose never trusted Aozawa’s memory.

He’s so careless!

Aozawa nodded and said, "Have a safe trip!"

Morimoto Chitose waved, walked out of the living room, and headed straight to the entryway to change her shoes.

Aozawa sensed Morimoto Chitose’s Defense Barrier moving away. He wasn’t in a hurry, waiting patiently for a moment before raising his hand to activate the Shadow Emperor’s Ability.

He immediately sank into the Shadow beneath the chair.

In the Shadow World, Aozawa moved at high speed, using his Catalyst sensing ability to glimpse the outside world, images flashing swiftly through his mind.

His speed was no different from last week in the Shadow World.

This made him realize his movement speed hadn’t been weakened at all; it also seemed the scale of the Shadow World remained unchanged.

I can even reach the Shadow World of another country.

Having confirmed these things, Aozawa didn’t proceed further. Instead, the outline of a palace formed in his mind.

A section of the Shadow World’s color gradually lightened, distinct from the surrounding deep black, as the pale blackness formed a majestic palace.

Aozawa, enveloped in Shadow, sat on an iron throne made of Shadow and manipulated the Shadow to coalesce into soldiers.

The amount of Shadow he could control was noticeably less than before; the densely packed, overwhelming scene from before was gone.

The Shadow Soldiers emerging in the hall were finite; their pairs of crimson eyes numbered around a thousand.

Aozawa raised his hand, and the Shadow Soldiers swiftly dissipated, coalescing into a knife that landed in his palm.

Tsk. I really have been weakened quite a bit.

Aozawa muttered, then dispersed the Shadow in his hand and quickly returned to the Morimoto household.

Even though their numbers are greatly reduced, they’re still perfectly capable of handling household chores.

He emerged from the Shadow of the sofa and waved his hand. Dozens of Shadow Soldiers surged from the Shadows, promptly dispersing to clean the house and wash dishes.

They busied themselves with the tasks.

Aozawa had already turned his attention to his new Superpower.

Unlike his previous Superpowers, the ’One Hundred Percent Lottery’ seemed to be purely a game of luck, a true test of whether one was blessed by fortune.

I hope I’m not a Non-Chief.

This thought flashed through Aozawa’s mind as he activated the One Hundred Percent Lottery.

The moment the Superpower activated, a burst of colorful light radiated swiftly from Aozawa’s palm and then projected forward.

A machine resembling a Pachinko machine quickly appeared before him. Its screen was surrounded by flashy decorations, and there was a blank slot in the center.

Below the screen was a button labeled with the Hanzi characters for ’Lottery Draw’.

Aozawa looked at the lottery machine floating in mid-air, raised his hand, and pressed the ’Lottery Draw’ button.

DING-A-LING, DING-A-LING! The entire machine lit up and began to sway from side to side, as if dancing to music.

Then, words began to spin rapidly in the blank slot, so fast that Aozawa couldn’t make them out. After a series of whirls, the text settled on: ’Villains Become Comedians.’

Aozawa was baffled.

What does that mean?

As this thought crossed his mind, dozens of images suddenly flooded his awareness.

It was similar to Catalyst Induction, yet distinctly different.

This was because his mindset hadn’t become detached, unlike when he was merely watching scenes in a surveillance room.

「Shinjuku, Okubo.」

Kimimaro Ichiro of the Origuchi Team led two underlings to a door to collect a debt.

He paid no mind to the neighbors on either side, simply pounding vigorously on the door. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Soon, the door creaked open, and a middle-aged woman with crow’s feet peeked out from behind it, her face etched with obvious fear. "Wh-who are you looking for?" she stammered.

"Madam, don’t play dumb," Kimimaro Ichiro said, his voice menacing. "Your husband borrowed two million Yen from us to try and win big at Pachinko. Now that he’s dead, you naturally have to repay the debt."

His expression turned fierce as he threatened, "If you don’t pay up, then I’ll..."

Nomo Yoshiko swallowed hard, her heart threatening to pound out of her chest. But she was out of options.

For debts like this, even calling the police was useless.

As long as they only made verbal threats and didn’t take physical action, they would likely go unpunished.

"Please, I’m begging you on my knees!"

Suddenly, Kimimaro Ichiro dropped to his knees and began kowtowing desperately. "I’m begging you, please pay back the money quickly! Otherwise, that bald boss of mine will kill me!"

"Huh?!"

Nomo Yoshiko stared, stunned. This was the first time she’d ever seen debt collected this way.

"Boss, how can you say that?!"

The underling beside him looked shocked, then glared fiercely at Nomo Yoshiko. She flinched, about to stammer that it had nothing to do with her.

The underling then declared proudly, "We should buy all the groceries *for* her, so she has nothing left to buy! We’ll strip her of her value as a housewife and make her feel the terror of having no chores to do!"

What on earth are they doing? Nomo Yoshiko was bewildered. Are they sure they’re not here to perform a comedy routine?

The other underling exclaimed in surprise, "Saburo, your method is too vicious! But I like it!"

"Are you all idiots?!"

Kimimaro Ichiro roared, "As long as we kneel and kowtow with devotion, our sincerity will move them! The most important thing in debt collection is sincerity! Sincerity!"

"Sniff... Boss, you’re right!" the two underlings sobbed, tears streaming down their faces.

This whole display left Nomo Yoshiko utterly confused, but she still managed to say weakly, "Um, I don’t have any money to pay you back. And I didn’t inherit his estate, so I shouldn’t owe you anything."

Kimimaro Ichiro ignored her, his heart suddenly clutched by an inexplicable fear. What am I doing?

In that instant, it felt as if his thoughts and body had been taken over by a stranger, compelling him to act so bizarrely.

Is there something wrong with my body?

Realizing this, and recalling the recent rumors about the Different World, Kimimaro Ichiro’s heart sank. Could there be Monsters nearby?

"Aaargh! Run! Run for your lives!"

Terrified, Kimimaro Ichiro yelled and scrambled away on all fours.

His two underlings snapped out of it and quickly chased after him. "Boss, wait for us!"

「The vision faded.」

Aozawa now had some understanding of the One Hundred Percent Lottery Ability: whatever words appeared would manifest as reality. The duration, however, wasn’t necessarily as short as this first instance.

Moreover, the range was extensive. Judging by the accents in the vision, he guessed it likely covered all of Japan.

The targets also seemed to be chosen randomly.

As for the effect, ’Villains Become Comedians’ deprived them of their usual modus operandi, turning them into comedic figures. Crucially, they retained their memories of the event, clearly recalling their absurd actions.

If the effect wears off completely, the vision in my mind should disappear. That seems to be how it works.

He couldn’t be certain about the specifics yet, though.

Still, this One Hundred Percent Lottery was certainly interesting.

His eyes sparkled. Its destructive power might be lacking, but this feeling of not knowing what I’ll get... it really makes me want to do a ten-pull!

Aozawa pressed the ’Lottery Draw’ button again, eager to see what interesting thing he would get this time.

I’m really looking forward to this.

Aozawa stared at the One Hundred Percent Lottery machine.

DING-A-LING-A-LING! The machine chimed and wobbled again, words flashing rapidly in the blank slot.

After a series of whirls, the text settled on: ’Thank You for Playing.’

"Damn it!"

Aozawa slammed his fist on the machine’s screen, outraged. I used a Superpower for a lottery, and I still get ’Thank You for Playing’?!

What happened to ’One Hundred Percent’?!

Aozawa roared inwardly and pressed the ’Lottery Draw’ button again. After another series of spins, the result was once more the four words: ’Thank You for Playing.’

This ’Thank You for Playing’ result came up several times in a row. By then, even the Shadow Soldiers had finished cleaning the mansion and had gathered before him.

Aozawa knew he was running out of time. He decided to try one last pull. If it failed, he’d head to the market to meet Shouko and try again later.

He pressed the ’Lottery Draw’ button. The machine whirred to life again. DING-A-LING-A-LING! This time, the words that settled in the blank space were no longer ’Thank You for Playing,’ but: ’Randomly Reward One Primitive Forest.’

Aozawa stared. Huh?!

His mind reeled. Then, a new vision flashed in his mind, making him realize the One Hundred Percent Lottery’s range wasn’t just limited to Japan—it was likely global.

The people in this vision weren’t Japanese, and he couldn’t see a single Hanzi character. Instead, the language was Hebrew.

Although it was a language Aozawa didn’t recognize, the moment he saw it, he instantly understood its meaning.

He could see an advertising sign that read: "Hello, welcome to Jerusalem."