Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 546 - 544: Am I Really the Reincarnation of an Angel Envoy?!

Chapter 546: Chapter 544: Am I Really the Reincarnation of an Angel Envoy?!

Shinjuku, Kabukicho, Ichi-chome.

Today’s weather continues to reflect the blistering heat of summer. At a bit past nine in the morning, the sun’s intensity already rivals that of noon.

The scorching heat is baking all of Tokyo, but it has nothing to do with those staying in air-conditioned rooms.

The temperature of the air conditioning in the room above the Big Fat Sheep Bar is set to seventeen degrees, twenty-four hours a day.

This allows the blonde woman sleeping inside to wrap herself in a quilt even in the blazing summer and to wear furry winter clothes.

Emily is wrapped in a big quilt, still not awake.

The Big Fat Sheep Bar’s business hours are until ten at night, after which, due to Dio’s habits, it rarely opens.

But that doesn’t mean Emily goes to sleep at ten; she usually stays up late, sometimes scrolling through short videos, sometimes engaging in intense online arguments, and she rarely gets up before eleven or twelve in the morning.

A night owl’s schedule is different from that of normal people.

Aozawa appeared in Emily’s bedroom.

In the world of dreams, there is no such thing as temperature.

Naturally, he couldn’t perceive the cold air spreading through the room. Looking at Emily sleeping in bed, he breathed a sigh of relief; she was indeed sleeping in.

The super-large quilt and the bed made Emily’s face appear even smaller, as if a palm could cover her entire face.

Aozawa fell into thought, pondering how he should create a dream for her.

Thinking it over, he attempted to reach out and touch her.

His fingertip touched Emily’s forehead, and inexplicably, he felt something stirring within him. Instinctively, he pulled upwards, drawing out a sphere from her fair forehead.

It was no different from the external dream sphere, except that it was blank.

Aozawa understood that this blankness awaited him to input relevant information into the dream.

Then, he discovered that he could appropriately borrow Emily’s brain memories to construct the dream she would experience.

Aozawa thought it through and decided to utilize Emily’s mind to construct an appropriate dream to avoid arousing suspicion.

...

"Enya the Hag."

The deep and magnetic voice suddenly woke Emily from her slumber.

Even though the voice spoke in English, it caused her eyes to widen, and she subconsciously exclaimed, "Dio!"

As soon as she uttered these words, she realized something was wrong.

Before her was a strange place.

The surroundings were dimly lit, with bookshelves on either side filled with writing she couldn’t understand.

An orange glow emanated from the lamp in her hand.

Emily looked down to find that her right hand had inexplicably become dull and wrinkled, resembling dehydrated tree bark.

"Ah!"

Emily cried out and immediately dropped the lamp, sitting on the floor. She looked at her right hand and then again at her right hand.

Her expression was full of astonishment.

These two right hands were not hers, and even the clothes she wore were not the plush pajamas she used to sleep in but resembled a fortune teller’s robe.

"Dio, Dio, what have you done to me?!"

Emily also responded in English and then covered her throat with her hands, feeling the wrinkled skin. Her hands touched her cheeks, looking utterly dismayed.

She was not ready to transform into an old hag!

"Where is this place?"

Emily frantically looked around, finally focusing her gaze on the blonde man not far away.

He was shirtless, wearing a flax-colored long skirt; his physique, face, and those eyes that seemed capable of corroding the soul all pointed towards Dio.

"Enya the Hag."

After a deliberate pause, Aozawa’s expression shifted from puzzled to somewhat understanding, saying to himself, "I see, it looks like I’ve succeeded."

He said this to himself and then mindlessly took a book from the shelf, flipping it open to texts even he couldn’t comprehend.

What it said, only a genius could probably figure out.

This part, Aozawa didn’t use Emily’s mind but constructed it randomly.

Watching him read, a flicker of confusion flashed in Emily’s eyes, and she also sensed something amiss.

She slowly stood up, looked at the lamp on the ground; it was knocked over, yet there wasn’t a trace of lamp oil spilled, and the flame didn’t flicker at all.

Emily now realized the flame in the lamp was actually suspended, and in the next second, a pair of eyes grew within the flame.

Her eyes widened, feeling the events before her defied her imagination. She hurriedly picked up the lamp and asked, "Dio, what do you mean by what you just said? Where is this place?"

"This is the Aslan Empire, within my territory. I don’t know when you came, but your arrival indicates that the future version of me has found a way to ascend to Paradise."

Aozawa replied casually, "Enya Kael, that is your name now."

"My current name... what nonsense are you talking about?"

She clenched her identical right hand, clearly feeling the strength within her hands.

Could it be that she has traveled through time to a different world?

The suspicion flashed through Emily’s mind, and she asked again, "Did you know I would come?"

Aozawa continued pretending to read, speaking in an indifferent tone: "I couldn’t be too sure earlier, but there is a plan."

"What plan?"

"No rush, your arrival indicates that all fate is already in my hands. At the right time, you will know everything."

Aozawa didn’t give a specific answer.

In dreams constructed temporarily like this, it’s naturally impossible to craft every detail. The vaguer the explanation now, the easier it will be to add details later as needed.

By not clarifying, some matters can be left for Emily to fill in herself.

The logic she constructs might be even more precise than Aozawa imagined.

Emily looked rather sullen, suspecting that the Dio in front of her was the same Dio from long ago; only the way of speaking was just like the Dio now, both enjoyed keeping secrets.

But could such an outrageous thing happen?

She casually pulled a book from the shelf, opening it to find incomprehensible text, flipping through quickly revealed no pictures either.

"Can I go out and have a look?"

Since she couldn’t get answers from him, Emily wanted to see for herself outside.

Aozawa shrugged: "As you wish."

Emily placed the lamp on the ground, then turned to walk down the corridor. She realized this should be a place similar to a library, with rows of bookshelves laid out.

The lights were encased in glass, containing living flames. She reached the end, where a staircase led to an exit about ten meters above the ground. She stepped forward, pushing open the large door with her small hands.

Outside was a hallway.

It seemed very spacious, with only guards dressed in armor standing there.

As soon as those people saw her, they bowed in unison: "Lady Enya."

Emily nodded, wanting to ask a question but not knowing whom to ask.

Thinking it over, she decided to take a look outside first.

...

Pushing open the door leading outside the hall, a beautiful fantasy city came into view.

The architectural style was filled with romantic colors, with red tiles, white walls, and spired roofs shining brightly under the sun. The buildings sat like terraces, layer by layer, appearing very neat.

Within the city were many windmills, as well as a majestic cathedral. In the square, a statue of Dio stood tall.

From here, Emily could take in the entire city, seeing the city wall at the bottom, the moat outside, and the distant forests and mountains.

This place was even more spectacular than Milante.

Was this the relic of that forest in the Middle East?

She pondered.

Dong, dong, the sound of bells came from the cathedral where Dio’s statue stood, snapping Emily back to reality. She looked at the side guard and asked, "What’s your name?"

"Lady Enya, my name is Begs Ferrell; do you have any orders?"

The guard responded.

He wasn’t Aozawa, but Aozawa wasn’t worried about him being exposed at all. He was a character constructed using Emily’s projections; whatever was asked would align with Emily’s knowledge of a real person.

"Very well, I want to ask you some things. How old are you this year?"

"Eighteen."

"Then I’ll ask you a question."

Emily nodded, harboring some skepticism about the reality of everything before her. She decided to question the guard, testing if this was a real person.

However, Begs’ responses and demeanor made Emily unable to find any semblance of artificial mechanics, completely indistinguishable from a flesh-and-blood person, even sharing the same body temperature.

She took a deep breath of air, pinched her hand, clearly feeling pain.

Emily left the area, walking towards the lower part of the city.

Along the way, she saw a bustling scene.

People were busy with various activities, and she passed through the crowd, confirming that this was the Different World of the past.

Why was she here in such good condition?

Listening to Dio, this situation had something to do with ascending to Paradise. Was Dio choosing her as a friend?

Could the old woman named Enya be her past life?

With so many things to ponder, Emily wandered through the central fountain in the square, peering inside to see her own reflection.

"How ugly."

Emily was on the verge of tears, noticing a dark oval stone in the fountain, emanating an ominous aura.

Instinctively, she reached into the fountain, retrieving the strange stone. Its texture wasn’t stone; it felt like flesh when squeezed.

"What is this?"

Emily held it up to her face, and suddenly, an eye opened on the egg, its pupil scanning above before quickly focusing on Emily’s face.

"Ah!" Startled, Emily threw the bizarre object away. Who was the wicked person who placed such a mischievous thing in the fountain?

Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest, the pounding proof of her tangible body.

Emily watched the eye-bearing bizarre object tumble through the air, then abruptly transform into a puff of black smoke and dissipate.

Where did it go?

As the question fleetingly crossed her mind, the ground shook violently.