Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 560 - 558: Morimoto, What Do You Think?

August 22, morning.

The morning sun was bright, casting its light on the skyscraper district of Shinjuku. Jack looked out at the scene through the floor-to-ceiling window.

The blue sky indicated it was going to be another good day.

He held a square whiskey glass in his hand, filled with ice.

Every morning, looking at the street view outside, the busy traffic and pedestrians gave him a sense of the exquisite feeling of holding power.

But this wonderful feeling could be suppressed by the news that power brought.

Thinking about the latest intelligence coming from above, Jack sighed and finished his glass of whiskey.

He wouldn't drink himself into a stupor like in the past, but he had developed a habit of having a few drinks every morning.

A few drinks during breaks, a few drinks in the evening.

In the increasingly severe situation, only alcohol and women could numb his nerves.

He had to relax tonight again.

This thought flashed through Jack's mind, and he began to ponder, which one should he choose?

Recently, he was undercover on a website with that kind of color, and as long as you were willing to tip sufficiently, there was a chance to compete with the female protagonist in the video.

He decided to choose Mrs. Ishimura again.

Although it was a bit far, that kind of pure yet devilish feeling was simply irresistible.

Moreover, it was very safe; her impotent husband was filming his wife with other men.

The very thought of it made him excited.

Beep, suddenly a sound came from outside the door, followed by an indifferent voice, "Chief Jack, Director Morimoto is here."

Upon hearing Yuzuki Suzuko's cue, Jack quickly turned around and pressed the button on the desk to open the door.

A beep sounded, and the door opened.

Yuzuki Suzuko pushed open the office door, standing sideways at the entrance.

Morimoto Chiyoda, dressed in a loose T-shirt, stepped into the office with long, beautiful legs wrapped in snowy white stockings, like the most popular Haagen-Dazs in summer.

"Chief Jack, what did you call me over for?"

"Morimoto, look at these photos."

Jack set aside the empty glass with ice, gestured her over, and quickly opened the email coming from across the ocean, revealing photos one after another.

The names of the photo subjects were attached below.

Morimoto Chiyoda stepped forward, glanced at the computer screen, and looked at the photos. Most were men, their expressions either dubious or horrified, as if they had seen something very terrifying.

As the mouse wheel scrolled down, people of different skin colors and ages all showed similar expressions, which were chilling to behold.

Jack poured himself another whiskey to calm his nerves, lest he have nightmares at night.

Morimoto Chiyoda looked at the photos, expressionless, and said, "Just stop keeping us in suspense, what's the situation?"

Jack downed his drink and said in a low voice, "In the early morning in New York yesterday, an Angel Envoy named Adam used some special means to summon our people to the Different World.

Currently, the confirmed death toll is 231 people.

But according to David, there might be thousands of people whose souls were summoned to the Different World.

Those who reached the Different World had no heartbeat."

"I see, soul death also leads to physical death."

Morimoto Chiyoda understood why the expressions in the photos were so similar, likely because they saw something very terrifying at the moment of death.

"What are their identities?"

"Gang leaders or assassins from various parts of the United States, manufacturers of illegal drugs, corrupt officials, leaders of radical feminist groups."

At this, Jack summed it up in one sentence, "They're all scum whose deaths would only make people applaud.

Besides them, there was New York's Mayor David, a high school student from New York University's affiliate named Mary, an ordinary employee at an IT company named Jenny, and Jotaro Kujo from Texas.

He is suspected of being an Angel Envoy, capable of summoning a giant called Star Platinum, whose destructive power grows with his anger.

The name seems fake, as the FBI's investigation in Texas did not find a Japanese person named Jotaro Kujo.

We also checked, and there is no Kujo surname in Japan."

Morimoto Chiyoda walked around to the front of the desk, pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed her legs, "Okay, tell me the specifics."

"No problem."

After Jack responded, he suddenly realized, wait, why does this feel like he's reporting to a boss?

Such doubts flashed in his mind but were quickly dismissed.

Since Jack had no idea how to handle it alone, despite being told to keep it confidential, he explained the situation to Morimoto Chiyoda, so she could provide reference in future incidents.

...

The bright sunlight brushed past the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jack paired it with whiskey, recounting everything told to him from above.

Finally, Jack asked the critical question, "Morimoto, what do you think?"

Morimoto Chiyoda didn't rush to answer. She pondered the information she got from Jack.

The fall of the Aslan Empire, Demi-Demons, the last human city on that continent, Veda.

After considering the series of intelligence, Morimoto Chiyoda spoke, "Kochou and Emily's souls returning from the present to the past may very well be Dio referencing Adam's method.

If I'm not mistaken, Adam probably wants to summon those wicked people to help Salinas and destroy the human city, Veda.

Summoning David and Mary and the others, I fear, is because the ritual needs not only the souls of evil people but also the souls of good people, just like the Taoism's saying of yin-yang balance."

Jack nodded repeatedly and asked, "Anything else?"

"Adam not personally destroying Veda might be a part of a breakthrough, or he might lack strong combat power himself and would need external help to destroy Veda.

He wants to break through his current realm, and the condition might be the extinction of humans on a continent."

"Makes sense."

Jack nodded and asked again, "Anything else?"

Morimoto Chiyoda gave him a sideways glance and said, "No, just this much information, I can only make such a rough guess."

"Alright, later I'll summarize what you said and report it to the higher-ups."

Jack nodded, enjoying the feeling of not having to think for himself.

He poured himself another glass of wine.

...

Time slipped away quietly, the sky shifted from bright to gloomy without stars or moon.

The bedroom's warm-colored light was bright. Morimoto Chiyoda had just finished showering, her dried black hair cascading over her shoulders as she stood in front of the wardrobe, reaching for a sports bra instead of her usual flimsy nightgown.

To Morimoto Chiyoda, being prepared for everything is always better than being unprepared.

She put on a T-shirt and convenient-for-activity sports pants, with an m500 at her waist.

This attire isn't convenient for sleeping, but if Adam chooses Japan to conduct the ritual, it might be effective to bring weapons into the dreamscape.

Morimoto Chiyoda doesn't believe that Adam, aiming to break through to a higher realm, would stop performing rituals after one failure.

He certainly won't give up.

Morimoto Chiyoda also doesn't want to rely on the hope that Adam won't come to Japan. She prefers to be prepared for what she can do, her gaze sweeping towards the bedside cabinet where a large travel bag is placed on the ground.

Inside are guns and ammunition, with a strap to tie to the wrist during sleep. If someone else saw such an act, they might think she's a patient with persecutory delusions.

Morimoto Chiyoda teasingly remarked, turned towards the dressing table to apply a facial mask before picking up her phone and heading outside to the living room.

"I'm back~ Chitose~"

A loud voice wafted in from the entrance. As Morimoto Chiyoda walked in the corridor, she glanced sideways, "You're back earlier today."

"Yes."

Aozawa replied, then looked at her attire, curiously asking, "Chitose, are you going out?"

"No."

Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head, thought for a moment, and explained to Aozawa, "Recently, another Angel Envoy named Adam has emerged, he can use special means to pull people's souls here to the Different World.

I'm dressed like this also considering the possibility of being pulled into the Different World.

While the chances aren't high, there's no harm in preparing, and you shouldn't sleep without clothes, it's better to wear them."

"Doesn't matter, I'm a guy with an aircraft carrier!"

Aozawa confidently placed his hands on his hips, thinking only men who are petty or insecure about their figures would dread exposing them to others.

He's unafraid.

Seeing his cockiness, Morimoto Chiyoda pinched him, chuckled, "Oh~

Not bad indeed."

Aozawa shivered, his eyes turning fiery, "Chitose!"

Morimoto Chiyoda retreated to maintain a safe distance and placed a finger on his forehead, "You smell of sweat, hurry and shower."

"After showering, can we do it?"

Seeing his expectant face, Morimoto Chiyoda glared, "You wish."

Removing her finger from his forehead, Morimoto Chiyoda swayed her hips as she walked towards the living room, displaying allure even in her retreating figure.

Aozawa watched intently, and seeing Chitose really didn't turn back, he headed towards the bathroom.

He began to ponder about tonight's big party, combining it with last night and today's events, he formulated a rough scenario.

Namely, a chaotic melee.

It's time to let Griffith out for a spin.

But Aozawa is now contemplating whether he should join in.

He entered the bathroom, took off his clothes, and started showering.

Cold water splashed on his strong physique, as he thought about it, joining the dreamscape has its perks but also drawbacks.

After all, his original intent for this side quest was primarily to improve the relationship between Maggie and Chitose, with secondary aim being his enjoyment.

Aozawa weighed the pros and cons and decided to appear in the dreamscape in a vest.

The priority mustn't get muddled.

If he thoroughly enjoys it but Maggie and Chitose's relationship remains tense without any signs of improvement.

This major side quest wouldn't have fulfilled its intended purpose.

Out of the ten thousand people in the dreamscape party, the other 9998 people are just extras.

Aozawa figured this out, got up from the bathtub, everything is ready, now just waiting for them to fall asleep.