Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 526 - 524

The flashlight beam shone on the relief. Julia was unsure how shocked her patrons were to see this scene. The ever-increasing tips made her feel like her mouth would split into a grin reaching her ears.

"Look everyone, this is the full view of the deity being worshipped."

Julia even stepped back a few paces to get a clear shot of the entire relief. Some sharp-eyed netizens noticed something amiss and spoke up, "Hey, there seems to be some writing under the statue!"

"There is indeed writing. What does it say?"

A netizen asked and tipped ten thousand US Dollars without a second thought.

Seeing Early Summer at the top of the list, Julia said with a wide smile, "Okay, thank you for the tip, Brother Early Summer."

Since she didn’t check, she simply assumed everyone who tipped her was male. This was a habit from her days as a blogger. As a blogger in singing, dancing, and rap, she attracted almost exclusively male viewers. The occasional tips were also from males, which made her accustomed to thanking them as "Brother so-and-so."

Julia stepped forward, shining the flashlight on the script beneath the relief. The line of text looked even more unusual than the ones on the walls—very irregular, making one doubt if it was actually writing.

Strangely, when Julia saw the line of text, her brain suddenly felt muddled, and she subconsciously read out loud, "*￥@#"

Her voice became ethereally hollow at that moment. The cadence was so strange that none of the netizens in the live stream could tell what language it was.

"Blogger, what are you saying?"

"It’s not English, not Hebrew. Is it Arabic?"

"As an Arabian, I declare that is not the language of my people."

"Eh, language? I don’t know either. I just subconsciously read it when I saw that line of text. So weird."

Julia suddenly snapped back to reality. She blinked and, looking at the live comments, wore a puzzled expression. "How did I just read that?"

"I know! In some mythological stories, the text itself contains a mysterious power that lets those who see it know how to read it."

"Then, something is about to happen on-site, isn’t it?"

Seeing this comment from a netizen, Julia was about to say not to be such a harbinger of doom.

Suddenly, the entire underground structure began to tremble.

RUMBLE! The deep, rumbling sounds alarmed Julia, causing her to scream, "Ah, what’s that noise?!"

She quickly ran outside.

Aozawa didn’t continue to watch from the sidelines. In that instant, he switched to Wind elements and then used the Infinity Big ability.

WHOOSH!

A wind noise louder than the rumbling echoed throughout the underground space, sweeping Julia up with it.

"Ahhh!"

She screamed loudly, thinking she was about to die here, as D’s will brushed by with the wind. A cool breeze crept into her collar, causing Julia’s heart to pound frantically, but then she realized she seemed to be alright.

Her sharp cries gradually ceased. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, her excitement over actually flying soon overcame her surprise, and she shouted, "Fam, can you see it? I am flying in the sky! It feels like wind is holding up my entire body!"

Driven by money, she continued to hold onto her phone mount, showing the live audience how she soared off the ground.

Wind, you see, is invisible. Only its sound could be heard by the viewers in the live stream.

"Oh! That’s one strong gust of wind!"

"Be serious, guys above, but this wind is really strong!"

"It must be because of that phrase."

"Does that phrase have some sort of mystical power?"

"Crap, I have to write it down, I can’t remember it at all!"

"Speaking of which, what did she say just now?"

"I’ve forgotten too."

Julia’s engagement with the comment section sparked a unanimous wave of +1s from the netizens.

Someone else snapped to a realization and said, "Quick, maybe you can control the movements of the wind now."

Seeing this, Julia’s eyes lit up, and she tried shouting, "Take me and the civilians still alive in this forest away with you!"

All seeming coincidences are inevitable, already chronicled in the Book of Destiny woven by Aozawa.

Aozawa’s wind, driven by the Infinity Big ability, rapidly dispersed, threading through the towering trees. When transformed into a Wind Element, his body lacked a fixed shape. That is to say, when using the Element Replacement ability, his body would become various elements, none having a definite form. It was up to him what he wanted to become.

「...」

The wind swept through the dark forest, rustling the leaves. Combined with the Catalyst sensing ability, Aozawa accurately located every ordinary civilian stuck in trees or huddled on the ground—only those people.

Certainly, individuals like Tani did not fall under the category of ordinary civilians. He and people like Nock sat there watching the leaves flutter erratically, as the sound of the wind roared like a monster in the gloomy night. A horrified expression appeared on Tani’s face; he was completely clueless about what was happening.

Could there be some kind of monster?

Tani instinctively clutched the pistol he had gotten from a soldier. In this environment, without a gun in hand, it was hard for Tani to feel at ease.

The invisible wind howled through the air. Unable to tolerate such tension, Tani shouted, "Nock, make a call outside and ask if anything unusual has happened."

"Yes."

Nock quickly replied, took out his phone, and dialed the general’s number. "Hello, General Casas, I’ve noticed something isn’t right in the forest. There’s a whooshing sound of wind. What on earth is happening?"

"Minister Nock, you absolutely won’t believe it! A mysterious spell has lifted Sparkling Butterfly into the air, and she can control the actions of the wind."

In the military camp stationed outside, Casas was also watching that much-watched live stream. After all, this was the only way for him to know what was happening inside.

However, to Nock, those words were completely baffling. What had he asked about? What was happening? What in the world was Sparkling Butterfly? Spells? Controlling the wind?

"What on earth are you talking about!" Nock’s tone grew heavier.

Casas had no choice but to continue explaining, "This wind was triggered by a spell to take away Jerusalem’s residents." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Wait, what about us?"

Hearing this, Nock finally reacted. He saw individuals—men and women, old and young—wrapped in the wind, moving in a certain direction like items on a conveyor belt. Nock’s eyes widened—how could those people leave while the wind did not sweep them away?

After a brief silence, Casas’s answer nearly made Nock want to vomit blood. "It might be because Sparkling Butterfly said she was taking away the civilians. You and the Prime Minister hold noble statuses; naturally, you’re not considered civilians."

Nock really wanted to curse. Had Sparkling Butterfly’s brain been kicked by a donkey? Couldn’t she just have said, ’Take away all the people inside the Jerusalem Forest’? Instead, she specified ’civilians.’ And was the wind’s intelligence really that high? It could actually differentiate accurately between them and ordinary civilians!

Before Nock could speak, Casas hastily said, "Please wait, I’ll tip right away to see if she can add another command."

The General’s words made Tani lose patience, and he urged, "Tip her quickly!"

"Yes, Prime Minister."

Casas shivered. He hastily sent a large tip to Sparkling Butterfly and added a comment asking her to save the Prime Minister and the others as well.

「...」

Julia didn’t see the message sent by Casas. Too many people were tipping, and the numerous comments made it easy for her to miss some messages.

Her gaze swept around, and she turned the phone camera towards those who looked confused, smiling. "Look, everyone, the wind actually can understand my words and is taking people away. It’s so amazing! Just a single spell from the altar has this much power! It’s truly unimaginable what kind of power the being worshipped as a god must possess, right?"

After expressing such wonder, Julia also realized that she was going deeper into the forest instead of finding a way out. If she hadn’t come across the altar, it was hard for her to ensure she could make it out alive.

Wait, if I leave now, wouldn’t the popularity of the live stream drop?

After a moment of indecision, Julia still gave up the idea of jumping down. She continued to be carried by the wind, her deep brown curls fluttering slightly, her tone a bit somber. "I am glad to have met all of you, but it looks like this forest trip is coming to an end soon. Finally, let me show you this scene one more time."

She turned the camera to all four sides. The wind swept survivors from all parts of the forest, their numbers greater than she had imagined. With everything that had happened, Julia thought there wouldn’t be many people left alive in Jerusalem. This made the comment section erupt with exclamations of a miracle, believing only a god could do such a thing.

The wind delivered Julia to the outskirts of the forest, a barren wasteland without a single weed to be seen, revealing the former desolation of the forest area. The wreckage of the plane was still burning there, and the main thoroughfares of the road were blocked by the military.

Julia steadied herself on the ground, then rotated the camera. She fixed the frame on the scene of people emerging from the forest. Though the wind was invisible, the people within it were not.

Julia, her face full of emotion, said, "This will be a memory I’ll never forget in my lifetime. Thank you, everyone. Thanks to Early Summer, Heartless..."

She recited the names of the top tippers from the leaderboard, reading each name one after another.

When no one else appeared in the sky, the desolate land was already filled with the residents of Jerusalem. A cacophony of sounds converged as the rescued people cried out in joy, their voices drowning out her words of thanks.

"It seems Cinderella’s magic has ended now," Julia mused, imagining that she would unlikely have such viewer numbers in her future live streams. She had no desire to continue an awkward chat. Such a romantic and splendid moment naturally should end romantically. Like a meteor crossing the sky, it was better to stop abruptly at the climax than to fade away unnoticed at a low point.

Julia resolutely clicked ’end stream,’ bidding farewell to three and a half million viewers.