Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 557 - 555: Please Check Your Main God Mission
David's report was directly submitted to Air Force One, waking up Nett from his sleep with a series of urgent knocks. In his groggy state, he felt a trace of irritation, which quickly turned into relief.
Relief that he was able to open his eyes this day, to feel anger; emotions like dissatisfaction are ones only the living can possess.
After all, no one knows what it's like to be in a soul state.
Nett struggled to rise, speaking weakly: "Come in."
The door was opened, and light from outside invaded the bedroom. The Secretary of State strode forward, his hair neatly combed, dressed in a fitting suit, assisting Nett in getting up with difficulty.
This kind gesture seemed considerate, but to Nett, it was somewhat annoying; he wanted to shake off the other's hand but understood that without such help, it's hard for him to get up smoothly.
This is the sorrow brought by aging and also the sorrow of a nation.
Of course, Nett doesn't think his presidency is the nation's sorrow; he still wants to run for the next presidency.
The Vice President also firmly supports his campaign.
"What's happened?"
Nett spoke.
The Secretary of State withdrew his assisting hand and replied respectfully: "Just now, the Mayor of New York City submitted a report to us."
"What is he up to again?"
Nett was a bit headache-ridden, fearing David would propose another scheme favorable to the public.
All those are cuts on the monopolized five great financial clans.
The DuPont family wouldn't exert pressure on David but would secretly exert pressure on him, the President, considering whether to restrict some of David's policies.
This gave Nett a headache.
The Secretary of State also knew what Nett was worrying about and quickly replied: "According to David, he was summoned to a Different World in a soul state by an Angel Envoy named Adam."
"What?!"
A look of shock flashed across Nett's face, followed by a vulture-like greedy gaze. He couldn't care about washing up.
He immediately walked to the chair and sat down, saying: "Quick, tell me in detail, what's the situation?"
The Secretary of State quickly said: "The situation is like this..."
"Austin, Jotaro Kujo, Japanese-American? Or a studying abroad student in the US?"
Nett murmured, his face showing intense excitement; this Angel Envoy is closer than the Shadow Emperor, exactly within the United States.
Is Star Platinum a kind of divine power?
Need to accumulate anger to become strong.
Demi-demon Salinas, Grand Sage, Rayleigh, and many souls summoned to the Different World.
Adam summoned those people with the intention of breaking through a higher realm.
What is that higher realm?
Nett thought of the report submitted by the CIA; Dio's friends are also in movement.
But there is still a difference between the two; Kochou, the informant from CIA returned to the past with a real body and heartbeat, differing in appearance and gender.
Adam directly summoned souls to the Different World with their appearance unchanged, except for no heartbeat, and the timing is now.
The Aslan Empire's destruction should be related to Dio summoning the Tree of Life, but Kochou's intelligence requires devouring all people of that kingdom.
Why didn't the Tree of Life devour Adam? Or does Adam not belong to the Aslan Empire?
What relation does he have with Dio?
A series of doubts rolled in Nett's mind. He rubbed his temples, not continuing to ponder, and spoke: "Let the FBI investigate Austin, see if there's any trace of Jotaro Kujo.
Also, closely monitor emergency calls from other states in the United States, check if those souls reaching the Different World return to their bodies, especially Leo Aginaga in Chicago."
"Yes."
The Secretary of State nodded.
Nett wanted to continue giving instructions but suddenly forgot what he wanted to say, the whole person dazed there.
Seeing him entering this state again, the Secretary of State breathed a sigh of relief. Now it's his chance to take action freely; he does not enjoy having to consult Nett for everything.
...
Mayed climbed over mountains and crossed ridges at a fast pace; after becoming a Demi-Demon, the injury of the broken arm turned into a minor cut.
He didn't need to lower his head to understand that the left arm's stump had already scabbed over.
Dense dark clouds hung in the sky, casting darkness in every corner of the forest.
Mayed felt uneasy, knowing that Salinas had the ability to shroud the sky with dark clouds.
The cloud above could very likely be caused by Salinas.
He was unsure if a pair of cold, cruel eyes were quietly watching him in the dark.
Just like considering how to prepare a beef dish.
Mayed's body plunged into the forest, attempting to conceal himself with the verdant dense woods.
His strong survival instincts heightened his awareness of the surroundings, and during such swift movements, he kept careful not to leave too obvious traces.
Truth be told, Mayed wasn't sure where a safe place on this continent was; he could only exert every effort to run forward.
His thought was to first escape this place, far enough that even he wouldn't know where he was, then contemplate his next move.
Little did he know, high in the sky, Aozawa was already eyeing the group of fleeing Demi-Demons.
He integrated these people's dream spheres into David's dream sphere, shifting the anchor point of dreams to other people before David wakes up, so the dreams could undoubtedly continue to exist.
Setting aside Jenny, Mary, David as applauding audiences, Aozawa didn't plan to let the others see the American sun again.
He was pondering how he should deal with this group of people.
After some thought, he realized that since he didn't intend to let these people wake up, there was no need to pretend this was the Different World.
Just play around however he liked.
Aozawa's mind spun, and an idea came to him. He opened his mouth to transmit his voice to all the demi-demons' ears.
"The first wilderness survival task is announced.
The number of participants is 867, with a time limit of fifteen minutes. During this period, Salinas will pursue you. Please stay within the safe zone before the time is up."
A cold, mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Mayed's rapid footsteps paused, and a light blue task frame appeared before his eyes.
He blinked, raised his hand to tap on the task frame, and it quickly opened, revealing the wilderness survival task.
It also came with a map.
The map was circular, with a red dot clearly indicating his current location, while a vast blue area enveloped the surrounding areas.
Only at the corner of the map was there an area not covered by the blue.
That was obviously the safe zone.
"That's just way too far."
Mayed grumbled but dared not delay, swiftly running toward it.
Although he was unclear about who issued this task or what the Main God Space was,
he understood very well that the entity behind it was not something he could resist.
If he wanted to survive, he could only obediently follow the rules laid out by the other party.
The scheming Mayed was unaware that this game had no way out.
Or rather, deep down, Mayed had that premonition but was unwilling to believe it.
He was willing to cling to the naïve hope he once mocked in others, believing the unknown task issuer was full of goodwill.
...
"Participant No. 3 dead, No. 108 dead, No. 800 dead, No. 36 dead."
The elimination information refreshed continuously among the trees, air, and before his eyes, like a death list issued by the Grim Reaper.
Mayed's heart pounded, feeling the Grim Reaper's scythe could fall on him at any moment.
Countless chaotic thoughts surged madly in his mind, making him suspect this place was the so-called Hell.
Even though the scenery was beautiful, and the air fresh, those staying here felt only oppression and despair.
Mayed almost wanted to tear open his chest, letting the heart inside get some fresh air.
The deathly oppressive atmosphere filled every space.
Yet, even under such heavy pressure, Mayed still maintained an assassin's keen senses.
He knew that only calm and caution could ensure his survival. He looked at the map, seeing he was almost near the area not covered by danger.
The more it was at this moment, the more careful he had to be.
Mayed approached the area cautiously, hiding behind a tree rather than rushing out.
He quietly peeled a leaf, looking at the map's area not covered by blue, his heart sinking.
It was a cliff.
The area covered only an estimated twenty square meters, clearly not enough for the remaining people to crowd together. That meant out of 867 participants, only a few could stand there alive.
The slaughter and cruelty involved were clear to Mayed, even with his toes.
He glanced at the task bar, showing (756/867) participants remaining.
In just a short while, over a hundred had been eliminated, indicating the danger level of staying in the blue zone.
However, rashly entering the cliff did not guarantee safety, as those eyeing the safe spot would fight fiercely.
What to do?
A trace of doubt flashed in Mayed's mind, his limbs turning cold, and a chill rising from his heart.
Behind lay Salinas; in front, prying eyes from others.
It seemed there was no way out...
Mayed trembled, suddenly regretting becoming a demi-demon. It must be the disappearance of the sutras on his body that led him to this state.
Amitabha.
He recited silently in his heart, not approaching rashly, continuing to wait patiently.
"Participant No. 72 eliminated, No. 626 eliminated."
The frequently refreshing elimination information shook Mayed's patience, yet he still didn't move.
No matter how heavy the pressure on his heart, Mayed could maintain a calm mind.
In his actions, he absolutely couldn't make any rash moves.
"FARK! I can't take it anymore!"
Someone shouted, quickly rushing toward that safe zone.
At the same time, the tension in the woods erupted, with over a dozen figures rapidly darting out, accompanied by strong sonic booms.
Mayed still didn't choose to rush forward to fight, continuing to lay there calmly.
"Participant No. 59 dead, No. 362 dead..."
He watched the dwindling numbers, continuing to silently recite Amitabha in his heart.
