Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 575 - 573: Am Iroha a Superpower User?

Slim stayed in this unfamiliar city, taking a deep breath as the fresh air drifting in from the trees outside the window washed away the scent of blood from his nose.

He didn't like blood.

These words might shock some people if spoken aloud, but it's the truth.

Slim hated blood.

From a very young age, he was afraid of bright red blood, but life always seemed to place it in front of him, forcing him to overcome his fear.

However, after winning the underground fighting championship in the United States, such courage vanished completely.

He won the title of a boxing champion without needing to fight anymore, enjoying the excited cheers of nobles and gamblers from the stage.

A vast amount of money and fame lay before him.

Yet standing on the stage, Slim looked out and found everything so insignificant and dull.

The bright lights fell on the award stage where he stood, while the audience seats were dark, and the cheers seemed to emerge from the depths of Hell.

He felt intensely lonely, wanting to pursue something higher, and it was at this moment that Praise God entered his sight.

This world has fallen into the embrace of demons, everything is fake.

The government and nation, politicians on stage, and big business bosses have all become pawns of demons.

Only he can save it all.

The Sect Hierarch's words at that time made Slim feel deeply called by God, a tremendous sense of mission drove him to join Praise God.

The misunderstanding from the outside world, the eyes that see him as a madman, increasingly convinced Slim of his correct choice — truth can only be tread by a minority.

Even the Lord was initially mocked and disbelieved by the crowd, yet the Lord never gave up on the world.

God loves mankind.

Slim carefully closed the scripture in his hand, looked up, as a tall follower opened the door and stood there, respectfully saying, "Sect Hierarch, I have found a candidate that matches your requirements."

"Who is it?"

Slim asked this question, not for the first time conducting this ritual, but previously failed rituals were blamed by him on wrong venue, timing, and people.

Through countless experiments, Slim believed he had mastered the correct method.

This time, he would definitely succeed and prove to the world that the so-called Holy Son David is nothing but a lie concocted by demons.

The Holy Son exists, but the Holy Son is definitely not David, it is him.

There cannot be two Holy Sons in one world.

Slim didn't want to use violence to prove this, he wanted to show himself as God's favored through miracles.

Conveniently, there were also people who needed miracles, willing to give him the opportunity to try and provide channels, so he was able to secretly come from the United States to Tokyo.

"Ayatsuki Ayaka."

The follower said the name, "From the information we purchased, the girl is very kind and pure, meeting the requirements to serve as a sacrifice."

"Very well, let us welcome the sacred offering."

Slim rose and left the room.

...

Beep~

The supermarket door sensed someone approaching and automatically opened sideways.

Ayatsuki Ayaka stepped out the door, feeling the warm air rushing against her, she wiped her forehead and murmured, "Sister Ayaka always bullies me, can't she buy what she wants herself? She just has to send me."

She looked down at the large bag of ice cream in her hand, her tan cheeks revealing a smile.

Heh heh, there's also a portion she loves inside.

Thinking of this fact, any slight resentment in her heart disappeared.

Ayatsuki Ayaka smiled and hummed a song, walking briskly towards home.

The afternoon's scorching sunlight divided Tokyo into two parts: one bustling commercial street and the other almost deserted residential neighborhood streets.

She turned a corner and saw a tall man lying next to a garbage recycling station ahead.

The golden hair glinted in the sunlight, he seemed in great pain, curling up.

Ayatsuki Ayaka hurried forward, "Hey, what happened to you?"

She didn't dare touch him randomly, worrying about triggering some secondary injury, wanting to get a better look.

The blond man propped himself up, his face bearing a strange tattoo, his blue eyes sparkling with joy as he said, "Ayatsuki Ayaka, you're indeed a kind and good child."

"Eh, how do you know me?"

A touch of surprise flashed across Ayatsuki Ayaka's face, she didn't remember ever meeting this man.

Slim stood up, smiling, "Thank this era of information, if you have money, you can buy any information you want."

Ayatsuki Ayaka felt something was wrong, this guy didn't seem like a good person.

She turned to run.

Two more people blocked the way at the intersection.

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, we came to you for a great cause."

Slim wore a smile, speaking in a very polite tone, "For this world, it's a good thing. I believe a kind-hearted girl like you should be able to accept such a good deed."

"I can't understand what you're saying, don't come over here, or I'll hit you."

Ayatsuki Ayaka waved her little fists at them as a warning.

Slim feared delaying would lead to complications, thus stopped wasting time, explanations could come later, for now, the ritual needed to be conducted.

He took out the holy dagger blessed by holy water from his bosom, preparing to inscribe the ritual here.

As for whether someone might interrupt him on the way, Slim didn't care; passers-by could only be seen as part of God's intention, becoming part of the sacrifice.

Anyway, this wasn't a bustling area; having four or five people around was already the most there could be.

Ayatsuki Ayaka saw this scene and felt the glow from the dagger sting her eyes a bit.

She really couldn't figure out what she had done to offend the person before her to the extent of wanting her dead.

"I've never seen you before; could you have mistaken me for someone else? There are more than just me named Ayatsuki Ayaka in Japan."

"There's no need for you to fear; this will end soon."

Slim bent his knees and gathered strength, like a leopard ready to attack its prey from the bushes.

A streak of darkness swiftly lunged at Ayatsuki Ayaka, her eyes widened as she screamed, "Ah!"

She frantically waved a big bag of ice cream she was holding.

Slim didn't care; just as the blade was about to stab, a rhombus-shaped colorful light shield suddenly surged on the girl's body.

...

Bang!

In an instant, the whole world fell under a grayish-white filter.

Aozawa appeared there immediately, his face expressionless as he swiftly scanned the three people including Slim, then his gaze softened upon looking at Ayatsuki Ayaka.

His tense expression gave way, and the shadow beneath him rapidly spread outward like a vast black ocean.

After thinking for a moment, he chose not to drag down all three of them, but instead allowed the shadow soldiers to lurk within their shadows and returned to the cafe.

Time resumed its flow.

Slim felt the dagger in his hand abruptly snap, an unimaginable force coming from in front caused his feet to leave the ground, his entire body flung backward crashing against the side wall, "Cough, cough."

A mouthful of blood spat out.

This scene left two cult followers stunned on site, Slim felt a chill on his back and lifted his head, his gaze filled with astonishment at the girl before him, what exactly happened?

Ayatsuki Ayaka saw this scene, her expression somewhat dazed, but soon snapped back to her senses, immediately seizing the moment to run outside.

Slim and the two followers were in shock and didn't stop her.

But soon, Slim quickly came to his senses.

This girl had a power hidden within her unlike anyone else, it showed he made no mistake in his choice!

She was a needed sacrifice to summon God!

He was full of excitement, yet before he could utter words of pursuit.

Suddenly, from the shadow on the ground, a hand shot out to cover his mouth, then his entire body was dragged directly into the shadow on the wall; the other two followers were subjected to the same.

Inside the Monster Girl Cafe, the soft voice of guests talking converged, cold air wafted through.

Aozawa sat there, choosing not to deal with them immediately, instead picking up his phone from the table, took a photo, and sent a message to Iroha.

"Iroha, look, I'm having afternoon tea."

With this sentence, unlocking communication with Iroha.

The reason why she was targeted, how they knew Ayaka, these charges could be questioned later.

No need to rush to kill, for those staying on this planet, it's impossible to escape.

Even in outer space, one can be killed with fate weaving.

The urgent matter was to soothe Iroha's frightened heart, in his mind, that was more important than killing.

...

Ayatsuki Ayaka ran a distance, breath becoming heavy.

Her chest hurt.

Her face held both fear and a lingering trace of confusion; if she didn't missee just now, a rhombus-shaped colorful light shield had appeared before her and repelled people?

Ayatsuki Ayaka lowered her head, looking at her own hands, a hint of excitement surfaced on her face.

Could it be, I've become a superpower user?

This discovery made Ayatsuki Ayaka's heart pound even more fiercely.

At this moment, she heard a dinging sound, hastily retrieving her phone from her pocket and unlocking it, staring at the image of the cafe sent by Aozawa.

Ayatsuki Ayaka quickly sent a message, then deleted them one by one, this matter was too bizarre, she didn't know how to express it, so simply opted for a video call.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Iroha, good afternoon."

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Ayatsuki Ayaka looked at Aozawa on the screen, her initial intention to boast that she might be a superpower user suddenly transformed into grievance, tears began to flow, "Aozawa, I'm so scared, someone just tried to kill me, boo hoo."

"Iroha, don't be scared, tell me your location, I'll come over right away."

"I'm at..." Ayatsuki Ayaka looked up and saw she was quite close to home, exclaimed, "I'm at home."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be there right away."

Aozawa swiftly got up, not bothering with the coffee and pastries on the table, headed directly to the front desk to settle the bill.

"Mr. Aozawa, did something happen?"

"Hmm, just a minor issue, I can sort it out quickly."

Aozawa smiled lightly.

For some reason, Arakawa Reina, from beneath that serene smile, caught a scent of blood, it must be an illusion.

She mused, returning to her work.