Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 574 - 572: The Ritual to Summon God

Day by day, time passed.

August 26th, Saturday.

Today is a sunny day, with scorching sunlight pouring down on the Otherworldly Red-Light District in Ikebukuro.

It's completely different from the crowd next door.

Here, if you casually toss a flowerpot into the air, it would probably land on someone's head.

The shops on this street are all decorated in a style that exudes the atmosphere of a different world, or rather, what people imagine a different world to be like.

Elves, orc skulls, dragons, slime, and a whole series of outfits, needless to say.

Various strange and bizarre items can be bought here.

For example, Buddhist beads consecrated by Master Sanzang, authentic Eastern Great Nation black dog blood, stockings used by elves, magical materials with mysterious powers.

From divination, dream entry, removing bad luck, to casting bad luck on others, cursing someone, and more, self-proclaimed eccentric people shine here.

Of course, Aozawa being here had nothing to do with those things, he was just enjoying some afternoon tea.

"Mr. Aozawa, your coffee and dessert are here."

A familiar voice brought his gaze back from the floor-to-ceiling window, as Arakawa Reina came forward carrying coffee and dessert.

She had already changed her outfit, wearing a layer of green skin over her fair skin, and then a black and white maid dress that reached her knees.

Despite having goblin-colored skin, she insisted on wearing a pair of curved horns on her head.

It was strange, but compared to the others in the store, this makeup seemed quite ordinary.

Due to the worrying business situation of the Maid Cafe.

Arakawa Reina was laid off yesterday, and today she quickly joined this Monster Girl Cafe.

In Japan, where labor is scarce, lower-level jobs are always short-staffed.

As long as she's willing to work hard, Arakawa Reina will never worry about having tough days.

"Class rep, how's the work here treating you?"

"Sigh, the work here is busier than at the Maid Cafe, but the hourly wage hasn't increased at all."

Arakawa Reina sighed lightly; she disliked work where the effort didn't match the income.

Unfortunately, she's just a part-time high school student, with very few jobs she can do, especially those with high pay.

Even if it means taking a hit, she can only grit her teeth and carry on.

"Class rep, I remember your parents aren't stingy with money, so why are you working so hard at part-time jobs?"

"I want to move out during university and live alone, so I must save money during high school to avoid working during the four years of university and focus on my studies."

Arakawa Reina, at just sixteen years old, had already planned her future—to become a top university student.

In this era, ordinary university students lack competitiveness; only top university students can stand out.

Looking at the recent series of policies, the future belongs to those with abilities.

"I want to study hard and become a woman like Prime Minister Kochou!"

The current Prime Minister, Kochou, is a woman with great capabilities.

Arakawa Reina truly admires her, feeling she's different from the previous prime ministers.

The current Prime Minister is truly a woman capable of getting big things done.

After all, on the first day in office, she made it possible for the U.S. Forces Japan in Okinawa to choose withdrawal, restored relations with the Eastern Great Nation, promoted trade, and improved the economy.

Although these things have yet to show immediate results, given more time, the new Prime Minister's achievements will surely please the citizens.

Arakawa Reina doesn't expect to be as outstanding as Kochou, to hold the position of Prime Minister, but she does hope to have her charisma.

"Oh, and also Minister Morimoto, they are both targets I strive to reach!"

Speaking of this, Arakawa Reina's eyes flickered with hesitation; she had wanted to mention this before but couldn't find the excuse, and now it seemed fitting.

"Mr. Aozawa, could you ask Minister Morimoto for her autograph for me?"

Arakawa Reina rubbed her maid skirt with her hands, shyly voicing this somewhat abrupt request.

Aozawa grinned mischievously, "If the class rep lifts her skirt to show me the lining while saying, 'Please, master,' I might consider asking."

Arakawa Reina blushed, though it was covered by the green headpiece, and she coyly exclaimed, "Mr. Aozawa!"

"Just kidding, I'll ask Chiyoda for you."

"Thank you; tomorrow I'll give you a notebook, and have Minister Morimoto sign the cover. If she writes 'Study hard,' even better."

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of expectation.

"No problem."

Aozawa agreed.

"Nashi, the customer at table three wants to order."

"Coming!"

Arakawa Reina replied with a smile and said, "Mr. Aozawa, I'm off~"

"Mm."

Aozawa nodded, took a sip of coffee, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window again, pondering Arakawa Reina's look earlier. Has Chitose also become an idol to modern women?

Considering that person's experiences and educational background, it's no surprise that young girls would idolize her.

Aozawa put down his coffee cup, took out his phone, and casually scrolled through TikTok.

Political short videos didn't have any sensational news, so he usually just skipped them.

Dance videos, he checked the dance moves, if they weren't good, he skipped them.

Aozawa was killing time browsing short videos when he stumbled upon breaking news.

A particularly heinous case occurred in the Arakawa Ward Machiya; the perpetrator skinned the victim and carved rituals with blood on the walls; the body was also dismembered and arranged.

The scene was too gory to be broadcast, so it could only be shown in text; the method was extremely cruel.

The Arakawa District police station indicated they would focus heavily on tackling such heinous cases.

Of course, the comment section was full of sarcasm.

The people of Japan were very clear on the capabilities of their police force.

Watching such a short video, Aozawa had a thoughtful expression on his face; the next participant in the Nightmare Party was already decided.

...

Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.

Located at Sakuradamon, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is a gigantic entity in terms of administrative scale, with over 40,000 police officers, overseeing all cases within Tokyo.

Since Dio's appearance, various factions have gathered in Tokyo; the endless stream of cases each day has left the Metropolitan Police Headquarters overwhelmed.

The Metropolitan Police Department remains exceptionally busy, but amidst the busyness, there's a tense air, like a storm about to break.

Especially in the Criminal Division.

The office floor of Investigation Division One.

"I just saw the new Police Director arrive here, calling the section chief of Investigation Division One for a behind-closed-doors discussion about this case."

"That's only natural; for the new Police Director, such a heinous case occurring so soon is troubling, of course they would be concerned."

Two female administrative police officers whispered among themselves, then sighed in unison.

Okayama Buji's appearance and age were much more pleasing to these administrative policewomen compared to those old geezers; the young Police Director was quite promising.

From a police family, a Tokyo University graduate, he was cordial and unassuming.

Compared to the old fellows, they naturally preferred this young Police Director and hoped he would serve for a long time.

"I believe everyone knows about the heinous murder case in Arakawa Machiya; here is the crime scene."

Okayama Buji signaled to the person beside him, and the murder scene slowly emerged on the whiteboard.

It was an ordinary-looking rental apartment.

But now, blood painted on the walls, eerie symbols, and the orderly placement of heads, intestines, hearts, and other body organs on the table.

The scene was so gruesome that even the seasoned detectives present, who had solved numerous murder cases, looked grim.

The white-haired section chief of Investigation Division One exclaimed loudly, "What a madman!"

"Indeed, the Praise God people are just a bunch of lunatics."

Okayama Buji nodded, his expression especially serious, not because of concern for his own authority, but deeply worried about such a cruel and inhumane criminal at large in Tokyo.

Among the people who have come to Tokyo recently, the Praise God group is undoubtedly the craziest bunch.

"The Praise God group cannot be judged by normal thinking; they are so deranged, they haven't even spared newborn babies, they can't be considered human.

The leader of Praise God is Slime Castanda, forty-six years old this year.

Twenty years ago, he won the heavyweight title in an underground boxing match in the United States.

The Undying Asura was what people called him.

Later, for unknown reasons, he joined a religious sect, Praise God, despite having fame and fortune.

Within three years, he rapidly became a core figure in the sect, taking over as leader, and continued to expand the influence of Praise God.

A Different World emerged, and he claimed to possess the sacred rituals capable of summoning God, boldly propagating the doomsday prophecy, was once arrested by the CIA, but left after posting bail, and has now smuggled into Tokyo."

Okayama Buji spoke about this man's background, and solemnly said, "His purpose in coming to Tokyo this time is to hold a God-summoning ritual.

According to the doomsday prophecy he created, he mentioned that to summon God, five forms of human sacrifice are required.

The first is an infant, the second a young girl, the third a lady, the fourth a middle-aged woman, and the fifth an elderly woman.

The Arakawa Machiya was the beginning of the ritual, with an infant as the sacrifice, adults were only auxiliary.

Next, there will be at least four victims; we must find him before he acts!"

"Since it's a religious crime, we must study the doomsday prophecy to see if there are any obscure references to locations."

"Yes, everyone, split up; one team study the doomsday prophecy, the other team intensify street patrols, initiate inspections, and strive to find the whereabouts of Slime Castanda!"

After Okayama Buji issued the orders, he took a deep breath and said solemnly, "We must prevent him from committing further crimes!"

"Yes!"

The elite members present stood up and responded in unison.

Unlike Morimoto Chiyoda, who didn't come from a police family, Okayama Buji, as Police Director, was able to promote some family and allied family members to hold real power in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Move out!"

Okayama Buji decided to personally lead the team.