Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 548 - 546: Aozawa Nicknamed Contemporary Living Buddha
The enormous sphere of dream has reached its limit of fusion, Aozawa continued to push this gigantic sphere forward.
Its four to five-story height made the other spherical dreams scatter like sand underfoot, instead of merging together.
He sensed this and ceased to push the gigantic dream sphere, letting it hover in front, the scenes on it dazzling to the eye.
Although Aozawa merged the dreams of thousands together, since he himself did not make any alterations, the dreams became chaotic like a jumbled collection of multicolored building blocks without rules.
Aozawa glanced at them, not immediately writing their dreams, primarily because he hadn’t thought of what dream to test them with.
Simply imitating Main God Space was clearly unrealistic; the treasures from the Main God Space could be brought back to reality, whereas he was daydreaming, the acquired treasures limited to the space of dreams.
He needs some time to contemplate what quest he should set up.
Thinking of this, Aozawa raised his hand and broke the gigantic dream sphere.
Pop, the previously fused dreams shattered once more, like scattering flowers in the air, each dream sphere dispersed in space.
The previously empty surroundings quickly filled with floating dream spheres.
The one he broke disappeared into the dream space, presumably its owner awoken from slumber.
Aozawa contemplated, observing the surrounding dreams again.
Within the nearest dream sphere, the dream was exceedingly violent and cruel. The dreamer behaved maniacally, hacking at everyone seen within an office building, seemingly venting dissatisfaction with the boss and colleagues.
For such a violent dream, Aozawa touched it with his hand, opted to change the dream but did not sustain control, merely modifying it slightly before releasing.
Transforming the bloody scene into a tender paradise.
The varied heroines from hentai were naked, severely affecting the dreamer’s speed in wielding the knife.
Aozawa was satisfied; helping others create such beautiful dreams was indeed a deed of immense merit, worthy of being called a Contemporary Living Buddha.
Moreover, his mere modification and then withdrawal would not trap the dream owner within the dream.
This fact was validated as the opponent swiftly reached their peak.
In dreams, men were quick-shooters, hardly lasting three seconds.
Thus, Aozawa quickly witnessed the dream sphere shatter, continuing onto the next dream sphere, acting as a human Buddha.
...
Tokyo University, inside the specialized medical research lab.
Emily, her long blonde hair tied into twin tails, stood in front of the desk. After undergoing a series of medical examinations, the conclusion was that there were no issues.
Her body was very normal, fitting the physical fitness of someone lacking in exercise.
Neither good, nor bad to an extreme degree.
Ito Otome, after thoroughly examining the medical report, made such a judgment and asked, "Emily, now can you tell us why you’re having the examination?"
To the series of examination reports in her hand, Emily was actually unable to comprehend them, matters related to medicine were entirely beyond the knowledge stored in her brain.
But she trusted Ito Otome’s expertise; since she said there were no problems, it meant her body indeed had no issues.
Or rather, modern medicine couldn’t detect the changes happening to her currently, which were likely related to the spirit, or even the soul.
She moved her gaze from the report, glancing at Katerina and Ito Otome, discovering both were filled with a sense of concern regarding her sudden medical examination.
Despite Ito Otome’s cold demeanor, akin to a perpetual abstinent appearance, she was quite good to friends privately.
After all, she could count her friends on one hand.
Emily didn’t hide it from them, she began, "In fact, I seem to have traveled my soul back to the different world of the past. How far back from now, I’m not sure, only knowing the timeline then was as of Aslan Calendar year 543, May 3rd.
There I saw Dio of the past, he wasn’t particularly surprised at my arrival, calling the body I occupied as Enya.
Enya Kael.
She is an envoy in the Different World, a very old and unsightly old lady, her power is to release colorful spheres from her palm with great destructive force, able to obliterate blood-colored monsters instantly."
Hearing Emily’s words, Ito Otome’s eyes flickered with confusion.
Even at this moment, knowing the existence of different worlds and powers, this return to the past still felt somewhat magical to Ito Otome, she couldn’t help but ask, "You truly went back to the past, and it’s not just a dream?"
"Definitely not just a dream!"
Emily responded loudly, with hundred percent certainty, "I can remember Enya’s ugly appearance, and the sensation of residing in that body, it’s definitely not a dream easily forgotten upon waking.
I certainly traveled back to the different world of the past.
Even now, I can clearly recall the events that just occurred.
The heartbeat, the pain from pinching my arm, the sound was crystal clear and never blurred.
I even deliberately chatted up people."
Her tone and expression convinced Ito Otome, that this one wasn’t talking nonsense, she turned to ask, "Then what did you see in the different world?"
"I saw that Tree of Life."
Emily’s small face was full of severity. With just a slight recall of the shape of the Tree of Life, the freshly shed blood in the air, people’s screams were so vivid.
Ito Otome slightly frowned and said, "Tell me the detailed situation."
"Alright."
Emily candidly shared all of her experiences in the alternate world.
...
Inside the clean laboratory, Ito Otome, wearing a white lab coat, crossed her arms and slightly leaned against the table, forming an attractive curve with her hips. "Didn’t you think about chatting with the stall merchants to ask what those items on display were?"
"I only remember some oddly shaped things, but I wasn’t clear on their names. I was so focused on figuring out how I ended up there that I didn’t even think to ask."
Emily felt quite embarrassed.
She didn’t know how she got to the alternate world, nor did she expect to return so quickly. She thought it would take a long time or require a special ceremony to come back.
"You can’t blame me; who, facing such circumstances, could consider every aspect?"
She defended her own actions with a statement.
No matter how smart a person is, they’re still human and can’t avoid overlooking some things.
Especially when encountering things outside their own realm of understanding.
In such a short time, the fact she figured out how to verify she was in a real environment was already quite remarkable.
If it were someone else, they absolutely wouldn’t be able to achieve such a thing.
"You’re right."
Ito Otome exhaled a breath.
Encountering such absurd and bizarre events naturally leads to prioritizing understanding why they are happening instead of immediately immersing oneself in the alternate world’s charms or gathering information.
After all, humans aren’t machines.
Emily casually scrunched up her report and tossed it into the nearby trash can. "You can report the intelligence on the alternate world to Morimoto; I’m heading back."
"Tsk."
Ito Otome’s cold face rarely showed a hint of disdain. "You want me to report to her?"
"Of course, I have other matters to attend to."
Emily maintained a serious expression, determined not to reveal that her next task involved finding a dessert shop and enjoying delicious sweets to calm her nerves.
Moreover, she continued to internally debate whether Enya was her former self or somehow related to her.
Not thinking about those confusing things was clearly impossible.
Considering different angles might lead to insights about how Dio relates to Paradise.
Ah, Kochou!
Emily remembered that Dio had a friend named Kochou and wondered if Kochou has these peculiar dreams too.
"Make sure Morimoto asks Kochou if she’s had any strange dreams."
"Alright."
Ito Otome reluctantly agreed, nothing is more demoralizing than having someone you dislike as a boss and still needing to report to them.
...
In the Chiyoda District, at the Prime Minister’s residence, on the fifth floor.
Kochou was handling ongoing official duties when Takeda’s reform proposal in the cabinet immediately faced fierce opposition from the ministers.
She did not intervene in the disputes, letting Takeda act as her spokesperson and explain the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare’s reform plan to these ministers.
Of course, it was just a proposal, not an immediate execution, so those inclined to obstruct it naturally explored methods to halt progress.
Kochou’s role was to overcome such impediments one by one.
In such confrontations, some matters were abandoned, some postponed, while others were advanced.
Such political maneuvering fell within her area of expertise.
Just finishing one document, the desk phone abruptly rang. She reached out to pick it up, "Prime Minister, Minister Morimoto wishes to see you immediately. Do you have time to meet her?"
"Let her come in."
Kochou replied, hanging up the phone, feeling a bit curious about what business Morimoto Chiyoda had with her at this time.
Could it be that Takeda’s family encountered an attack?
The thought quickly passed through her mind, but she found it unlikely, considering the plan was still at the proposal stage, far from execution, making it improbable for immediate aggression.
So, what was it? 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
As Kochou pondered, the office door opened, and Morimoto Chiyoda strode in with a stern expression.
She walked briskly to the desk, bowed, and said, "Prime Minister, I’m here unexpectedly because I need to ask you an important question: have you recently seen any strange visuals while sleeping?"
Upon hearing the question, Kochou didn’t rush to reply, astutely realizing that such an inquiry points to an unusual incident.
The unusual incident concerning her could only relate to her identity as a friend of Dio.
Kochou never considered herself the sole friend of Dio, and she responded diplomatically to probe, "Morimoto, what do you mean by this?"
