Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 551 - 549: The Invincible Aozawa Begins the Trial
Aozawa mentally drafted his script, planning to open a sub-instance for a thousand people tonight as a test.
Due to the imminent time for Chitose to return home, he could only wait until after dinner, using the excuse of night running to go out, then go online for the large-scale dream fusion project.
Before that, he had the Shadow Soldiers cut the meat and vegetables and clean the interior of the villa.
The Defense Barrier was closing in on them.
Aozawa promptly went to the entrance. The door opened, and a tall silhouette appeared at the threshold.
Aozawa smiled lightly and said, "Welcome back, Chitose. Do you want to have dinner first~ or eat me~?"
"Dinner."
Morimoto Chiyoda decisively replied, closing the door with a swift motion, and bent down to take off her shoes.
Her feet, wrapped in coffee-colored stockings, stepped onto the clean floor, the coolness dispelling the lingering warmth from her soles.
Morimoto Chiyoda exhaled, feeling the comfort of home.
She placed her shoes on the shoe cabinet above and strode to the kitchen. As she passed the living room, she glanced inside, through the glass sliding door, and saw the boxer shorts hanging outside.
There were two pairs.
"You really are full of energy."
Morimoto Chiyoda’s lips curved slightly, feeling inexplicably excited and a bit proud, knowing that he even dreamed about her.
This indicated that her physical allure still had a deep impact on Aozawa.
"Did you think the title of Bull Demon King was given in vain?"
Aozawa chuckled. Those boxer shorts were a result of the dream he had with Iroha.
It was like a teenager experiencing those dreams filled with activity.
Honestly, it felt great, the experience no less pleasurable than reality, and even surpassing it in some aspects.
In the dream, Aozawa could alter his surroundings with impunity.
That sensation of the world collapsing, scenes shifting freely, was simply fantastic.
The downside was the consumption of shorts.
That was his carelessness; next time, he should wear protection to avoid dirtying his shorts.
He just wasn’t sure if Iroha could be ready...
Actually, Aozawa wanted to try it with Chiyoda too, but she wasn’t as easy to fool as Iroha, easily noticing any anomalies.
He could only suppress that thought.
Perhaps with the young lady, he could sneak a peek while she was sleeping.
Of course, everything should have its priority, and there’s no need to rush.
...
After dinner, Aozawa went out for his routine night run.
Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t expose his secretive contacts with Iroha outside, or possibly with other girls, granting him full freedom.
Aozawa ran to a small park.
A flickering streetlamp above, the sun still unwilling to set, painted the sky a shade of orange-red with its light and heat.
Aozawa placed his phone in a small grove, using the Shadow Emperor’s ability to sink entirely into the Shadow World, while placing a Shadow Pallu outside to guard the phone.
In the current Tokyo, there certainly weren’t as many people sleeping compared to the United States.
Aozawa wanted to take a trip to the United States.
He entered the Shadow World, not constructing a palace, but creating just a bed that one could sleep on.
Aozawa lay down, closed his eyes, and used Nightmare Party.
He felt a momentary sense of weightlessness, opened his eyes, and found himself leaving the Shadow World, entering the dream world.
Surrounding him were several floating dream spheres.
He used Global Travel again, jumping directly from Tokyo to New York.
The city above him swiftly transformed into New York, the skyscrapers all turned upside down in the sky, appearing even grander than Tokyo.
A dense array of dream spheres appeared around Aozawa.
He was in no rush to merge people’s dreams; involving too many civilians in a massive dream game was not feasible. The number of ordinary people involved needed to be controlled.
Aozawa floated upward, quickly nearing the municipal building’s official residence, where he found the sleeping David.
He reached out and touched David’s forehead, extracting a dream sphere.
Holding this dream sphere, Aozawa left the building, appearing swiftly underneath the inverted city.
He raised his other hand, shouting, "Gather, internal dreamers of the top-crime cities in the US, 997 wicked dreamers!"
Unlike when he first started merging dream spheres, Aozawa discovered he could use the Nightmare Party, to gather dream spheres from far away, without needing to push those spheres himself.
As long as he clarified his requirements, the Nightmare Party would display high intelligence and proactively identify them for him.
According to his prior tests, the accuracy was 100%.
One by one, the dream spheres came from other places, gathering around him, with numbers identical to what he requested.
Aozawa held David’s dream sphere high, and then surrounding dream spheres quickly merged into David’s, forming a giant dream sphere.
He also casually selected two more people, making it a thousand people in total.
Aozawa placed his hand on the surface of the dream sphere and immersed himself in it.
...
Caw Caw~
The distinctive sound of birds reached David’s ears, and, in his brief moment of daze, he realized something was wrong; the surface beneath him was definitely not his own bed, as hard as a floor.
Was he kidnapped?
Considering his recent situation, David quickly stood up, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings.
He found himself on a barren rocky ground, surrounded by lush green lawns and a forest.
A clear creek flowed from the west, with strange fish bearing three eyes leisurely swimming in it.
Aside from himself, there were four other people around the rocky area, two men and two women.
A woman dressed in business attire, around her early thirties.
A girl in pajamas.
Among the men, David looked at the burly man standing by the creek, appearing not very old, with a resolute face and exceedingly broad shoulders, as if two tires were attached to his body.
He had black hair and black eyes, wore a black overcoat, and donned a hat.
David knew in his heart that the man before him was a very formidable martial artist.
"Does anyone here know where this is?"
When David said "you all," he was actually keeping his eyes on the man who woke up earlier than him.
His words also roused the woman in business attire, the girl, and another bald burly man.
"FARK! Where is this place? Which gang are you all from?"
The bald man immediately shouted, his face ferocious, his bare upper body tattooed with tattoos typical of a gang, a fierce tiger head with crossed swords below it, "Do you all know who I am?
In Chicago, anyone who dares to offend Leo Aginaga doesn’t usually see the light of the next day. Believe it or not, I’ll kill your whole family!"
After issuing this threat, Leo suddenly recognized David and exclaimed loudly, "Oh, I know you, aren’t you the Saint Heir from New York?"
He suddenly realized that the situation he was encountering might be related to the recently rumored Different World, and immediately changed his arrogant demeanor.
Leo quickly bent over, a fawning expression on his face, and said, "Oh, I was just kidding earlier, you know, Chicago is quite chaotic. If I don’t speak tough words when out and about, I’m afraid of being bullied.
Noble Son, do you have any instructions for bringing me here?"
A look of disgust flashed across David’s face.
Aozawa wanted to laugh at this person’s quick change of face, but on second thought, only someone of his strength could laugh.
To ordinary people, a character like Leo, who fawns upwards and is fierce downwards, is someone people would definitely want to cut into pieces.
"My name is Jotaro Kujo."
He ignored Leo and introduced himself to David, his resolute expression suggesting invincibility.
"I was at home sleeping, and suddenly woke up here. I have no idea where this place is."
"Same here, all I remember is sleeping at home and waking up to birds singing, and then I ended up here."
David replied, looked around, then glanced at the azure sky and said, "Staying here won’t help, shall we move forward and see if we can find anyone else?"
"Yare yare," Aozawa tilted his hat to the side, and said, "Then let’s set off."
"Alright."
David nodded, looked at the woman and the girl once more, and asked gently, "Do you want to come along with us?"
"Yes."
They nodded quickly, being at a definite disadvantage in this group, they naturally wanted to be close to this well-known New York Saint Heir.
"I’m from New York, where are you from?"
"New York."
They responded in unison, appearing more compliant than usual.
Aozawa casually said, "Lone Star Republic, Austin."
David was no longer the ignorant nobody he used to be; he had heard of the Lone Star Republic, which was Texas.
Was it a random selection of people brought here?
A fleeting doubt crossed David’s mind, but he didn’t think deeply about it. Although he had turned over a new leaf, his lack of knowledge still restricted his actions.
Thinking through problems was not his strength.
Fortunately, such a situation was probably beyond human comprehension, and he decided to first find a place with other people and ask where they were.
Is this a Different World or somewhere else?
He gazed at the surrounding landscape, pondering deeply, "Which way should we go?"
Aozawa casually pointed, "Let’s go left, left is my lucky number!"
"Alright."
Just as David nodded, the direction Aozawa pointed to suddenly became overcast, followed by countless electric serpents crackling downwards.
...
Rumble!
A loud boom echoed from the sky.
Catching the attention of a tall, burly man, he withdrew his hand from the chest of a man with a similar complexion, blood gushing from the ruptured chest cavity.
He looked around at the sunny surroundings, except for that small patch of forest where countless lightnings fell, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He turned to the man still breathing beside him and asked, "Was it not you who drugged and kidnapped me?"
"No."
The other party could only say this one word gloomily before coughing up blood and dying, the broken bones had already pierced his organs.
Mayed scratched his head and clasped his hands together, saying, "I sincerely apologize; I misunderstood you all. I hope you can forgive me.
Amida Buddha."
Considering the recent Different World and miracles, Mayed had transformed from a skeptic to a Buddhist believer, even writing golden scriptures on his body to ward off demons.
Clearly, the effect of the scriptures was limited, as he seemed to encounter yet another unfathomable situation.
Mayed thought for a moment and decided to go forward and see what was happening.
