Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 547 - 545: Large-Scale Collective Dream

Rumble!

The sound of the earth roaring was frequent and loud.

"What’s going on?"

Emily shouted immediately, yet there was no one around who could answer this question. Amidst the strong tremors, a jet-black smoke suddenly surged from the ground towards the sky.

The rolling black smoke quickly dyed the blue sky into an inky hue.

Emily hurried forward, running to the edge of the square.

She was still above the city, and from there, she could see the middle and lower levels through the white stone railing.

The smoke was coming from the lower town.

"Lady Enya, what is this?"

Someone around her asked, while she had a bewildered look, also wanting someone to solve the puzzle for her—why did she not have Enya’s memories?

Dammit, it’s really inconvenient.

The rolling black smoke next appeared solidified, transforming from a foggy state to a massive column resembling a real object.

The column consisted of people, animals, even plants squeezed together, looking extremely bizarre.

The bustling street suddenly fell silent; everyone stood still, watching the sudden apparition.

Cold sweat appeared on Emily’s forehead, thinking of the bizarre object she just discarded, the black smoke—could there be a connection between the two?

The smoke-formed column was at least several hundred meters high, already level with the square where Emily stood.

The faces embedded in it seemed still alive, each eyeball rotating, mouths opening together, "Ah!"

They emitted sharp screams, and then a lot of blood gushed out from their facial features, like a blood-red waterfall crashing heavily onto the ground.

Bang, within the surging blood waves on the ground, emerged hairless ape-men.

They were tall, uttering strange roars, then attacked the surrounding people.

Emily gasped, the smell of blood and screams in the wind made her quickly turn around, running towards the building positioned higher up.

"Dio!"

Emily shouted as she ran, seeking help from that figure, and in an instant saw the tall figure appear out of nowhere before her.

She couldn’t stop in time, crashing into those sturdy yet warm legs, landing on the ground, and ignoring the pain, hurriedly shouting, "What is that monster?"

Aozawa stood there, looking at the monstrous figure from the dream, his face calm as he said, "The Tree of Life, it sure picked a fine day to arrive."

Upon hearing this name, Emily immediately recalled what the Shadow Emperor said, that Dio would devour the Tree of Life, "Aren’t you going to do something?"

Emily asked cautiously.

She harbored a deep sense of guilt towards everything happening, believing it was all her fault for causing the current situation.

Regarding those who died, Emily felt very guilty, wanting to do her utmost to save them.

Aozawa remained unwavering and said, "Death is not the end. To achieve a goal, some sacrifices are unavoidable.

Of course, if you wish to act, I won’t stop you, that’s your choice."

"Me, act?"

Emily wanted to retort, if she could act, she would have already.

But she had no power.

Wait a minute, Emily might not have power; Enya, chosen by Dio, couldn’t merely be a plain old hag, right?

She thought this way.

A shrill scream suddenly sounded in her ear, Emily turned back to see a blood-colored monster crawling up the railing, grabbing the nearest woman and tearing her apart.

Blood and entrails scattered all over the ground, startling those nearby to flee in panic.

The little girl beside looked at her mother dying tragically, standing there dumbfounded, seemingly unable to process the event.

The blood-colored monster didn’t pause, extending its claws towards the child.

"Stop!"

Emily raised her hand, and at that moment, she felt a strong force erupt from her chest into her palm, a burst of colorful light quickly condensed in her withered hand and shot out.

With a flash of light, the blood-colored monster meters away was struck, the entire body exploding.

Its head and limbs flew in the air like torn paper bits.

Emily looked down at her hands, her eyes flashing with excitement.

Indeed, she had aged into this form, her movements should not feel the same as when young, but she felt very light.

Enya is an Angel Envoy!

Thinking this, she sprinted towards the edge of the square, from there she could see the blood-colored monsters slaughtering the city indiscriminately.

Emily tried controlling the power within her, gathering colorful light between her hands into a large ball, then pushing it downwards.

The giant ball of light swiftly descended, exploding mid-air, beams of colorful light precisely striking those blood-colored monsters charging at the crowd.

Boom, boom, boom, blood erupted below.

Emily’s face was full of excitement, wanting to continue, when "It’s time to go back."

An ancient, unfamiliar voice suddenly echoed in her heart, "The things to come aren’t something you can comprehend; Lord Dio’s great work cannot endure any disruption."

In that voice, Emily felt her soul leaving her body.

"No!"

Emily awoke suddenly.

She looked at the familiar ceiling before her, blinked, her small face showing obvious dazedness, then sat up.

Emily looked down, seeing a pair of white, tender hands, delicate as porcelain.

She touched her face, her chest, feeling the cold air from the air conditioner.

"So it was a dream? No, it’s not!"

Emily recalled everything that had just happened; she was very sure it wasn’t a fake dream.

If it were a dream, it wouldn’t be possible to remember it so clearly upon waking.

She could remember the words spoken with the guards, the sights she had seen, and the events she had encountered.

Most importantly, Emily could vividly recall the feeling of that power surging from her body, making her tremble.

That is the power of an Angel Envoy!

Emily clenched her hands, a contemplative look on her face. Was the scene she just saw the moment Dio devoured the Tree of Life?

Was it that she changed the past after going back, or was her journey to the past just a part of the original past?

Enya Kael.

What was the relationship between this woman and herself? Was it in a past life, or was Enya, like her, also a friend of Dio’s?

Is that why there was an inexplicable connection with her?

Emily thought about these things, patting her forehead, unable to find a concrete answer.

What she knew clearly was what she should do right now, which was to quickly arrange for Ito Otome to organize a medical examination, to carefully check her body from inside out to see if there was any abnormal situation.

Emily quickly picked up her phone, calling Ito Otome.

...

In the world of dreams, Aozawa looked at the disappearing Emily, unsurprised in his heart.

He had already let that one awaken.

After the test just now, he had further understanding of the Nightmare Party ability.

The woven dreams were real enough that others could not discover they were dreaming.

As for the details, the dreamer could rely on self-supplement, which was a side effect of the ability.

Aozawa didn’t need to control all the details; he just needed to concoct a general direction for the dream and indicate that he didn’t want people to realize they were dreaming.

Then the dream would automatically fill in those details, letting the dreamer treat it all as real, never realizing they were dreaming.

Now Aozawa was very curious about a question, which was whether killing a dreamer in the dream would result in them dying in reality, or becoming a vegetable?

Aozawa left the empty bedroom, drifting outside.

He naturally resumed the sight of walking on air.

In the bedroom, he stood with both feet on the ground. Outside, the city was turned upside down above, and he stood in the void.

Such a different perspective seemed somewhat interesting.

Aozawa looked down at the spheres below.

Trying to discern someone’s nature from a dream was obviously unlikely.

Because it’s a dream after all.

The absurd dreams didn’t represent the dreamer’s real inclinations.

Someone killing in a dream didn’t mean they could kill freely in real society.

Perhaps it’s because they couldn’t kill in reality, so they vent their violent emotions in a dream.

Aozawa wasn’t a moral purist, wouldn’t just wipe out those who had such dreams.

Should he first exit the dream world?

He thought, looking for evildoers in reality and then using his hypnosis ability to make them sleep, followed by dream testing.

Doing it this way wasn’t difficult, just a bit redundant like taking off your pants to fart.

Aozawa decided to temporarily set aside the question of killing in dreams. He believed it was better to test whether different dreams could be merged together.

The superpower was called Nightmare Party.

It had the word "party" in it.

That suggested he might be able to link other people’s dreams together, then modify them collectively.

If that were the case, it would make things more intriguing.

Aozawa floated towards the dream below, with one in the left hand and another in the right, then directly fused two unrelated dreams together.

The two spheres did not break, instead merging into one, forming a rather large spherical dream.

Through this action, Aozawa confirmed he could merge different people’s dreams.

But he wasn’t sure how many could be merged, so he kept adding surrounding spheres into one dream without choosing to weave them together.

When he chose not to weave the dream, it was woven by the dreamers themselves.

He fused those messy dreams together, and something bizarre happened—no one woke up.

Everyone continued to be immersed in their respective dreams.

Over there, climbing stairs; on the other side, going on a blind date; beside a large murder scene while someone else was beating up a nasty boss, etc.

The giant sphere gathered hundreds of people’s dreams.

Aozawa looked at the scene before him, appearing fascinated, if so, couldn’t he impersonate the Main God Space?

The dream world could grant those people power.

After all, in dreams, anything is possible.

Of course, upon waking, everything would be gone.

Aozawa thought about it and didn’t rush to test it, continuing to merge, as the dream still hadn’t reached its merging limit.

The large spherical dream kept engulfing the surrounding smaller spheres, finally settling at ten thousand people.