Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 585 - 583: Aozawa: There’s No Such Thing as a Lawless Outlaw

Inside the Mitsubishi Bank, all was peaceful.

Aozawa stood at the back of the bank, not hearing any alarm sounds, nor were any employees shouting.

He picked up the black travel bag in his hand, thought for a moment, and then carried the bag back to the front of the bank.

Three staff members were explaining to the customers at the counter and in line.

"We apologize, but due to a recent withdrawal by a customer, our cash flow has run out. We are calling the headquarters to send more cash over."

"Hey, are you kidding me? I've been in line for so long, and you tell me there's no money here?"

The burly man immediately slapped the counter, roaring to vent his dissatisfaction.

Aozawa walked into the entrance with his travel bag. His eyes swept around, and none of the staff or security rushed forward to shout, as if he had legally withdrawn his own money just now.

He stepped forward, cut in line again, and threw a large bag onto the counter.

"Hey, kid, my issue isn't resolved yet!"

"Don't worry, I'm just here to solve your problem."

Aozawa said this and opened the zipper, revealing the cash and shining gold bars inside.

The strong man sensed the pressure from a wealthy person, and his aura weakened, "Well, seeing your good attitude, I won't fuss over it this time."

The staff member who had led him earlier smiled and said, "Sir, do you need to handle any other business?"

Aozawa stroked his chin, feeling that Allowing Anything was truly a terrifying ability, somewhat similar to a law-type ability.

As long as he used that ability, whatever he did and any crimes he committed could be accepted by others with a calm mind, causing no disturbance.

Even if he deactivated the ability afterward, no one would react as if everything he had done was legal and compliant.

No one would pursue what he did while using the ability.

Aozawa pushed the money and gold-filled bag forward and said, "I'll return these to you. I don't want them. Goodbye."

"Nani?!"

The staff were dumbfounded, almost wondering if their ears had a problem due to wax buildup.

The customers waiting in line were also shocked.

Such a large sum of money, and he just said he didn't want it. It's not like he had a white cloth on his head.

Aozawa turned around and walked away from the scene elegantly.

The staff looked down at the bag and then glanced over the others present, knowing well that it was impossible to enjoy the take alone.

Unlike what Aozawa imagined, the staff couldn't just put the money back into the bank.

In her eyes, all procedures were compliant, and the headquarters had agreed to send cash over.

This money became Aozawa's legal property.

The customer legally took it and then legally gifted it to them.

"Don't panic just yet, let me count how much money there is and we'll split it evenly."

"Okay."

The man nodded. Now, he wouldn't complain even if he waited for a whole day.

In life, if you miss such a windfall, there won't be a second chance.

...

Shinjuku, Kabukicho.

From the buildings to the streets, everything lost the color of the night, becoming utterly ordinary in the daytime.

Aozawa transformed into a fireman, dancing passionately in front of a computer store along with the explosive DJ inside.

For things like this kind of street dance, Aozawa used to be too embarrassed to perform dances he wasn't good at in front of people.

Now, he had no mental burden, as Allowing Anything let him revel in learning funny dances in the street.

The dense crowd didn't pay any attention to the fireman dancing in front of the store, as if a fireman dancing was perfectly normal in this world.

He danced for a bit, then changed from a fireman to a stone man, with chunks of lava covering his body, making him look particularly tall and strong.

Aozawa thumbed the speaker into place for the owner.

The shopkeeper saw this and smiled, "Thank you for your trouble, sir."

Hearing this, Aozawa looked up and saw the smile on his face, as if the boundary between reality and fantasy was disappearing, like playing a large-scale game.

He stepped out of the store, and after attempting street dancing, he was curious about what it felt like to kill someone in public.

Of course, choosing the right target was crucial.

Aozawa put his hands on his hips. In his lava form, he was over three meters tall, his robust physique intimidating enough that even the Hulk would offer him a cigarette and call him big brother.

The pedestrians around saw him and avoided him, yet they did not fear him.

Aozawa scanned the surrounding scenery; it was a bit challenging to find anyone committing evil in broad daylight.

Or rather, roaming around like this, it's not easy to catch someone committing a crime.

He used Element Replacement, changing his lava body back into an invisible breeze, and in the next second drilled into the ground's shadow. With the Shadow Emperor's ability, he raced through the shadow world at high speed, paired with Catalyst Induction.

Soon, he left Tokyo and caught a man inside a house attempting to go against a young girl's will.

He emerged from the shadow, grabbed the man's nape, and then threw him forward, casting him into the shadow.

He merged back into the shadow.

"Don't do it, Nii-san!"

After shouting, the crying girl felt her hands had swung into the air. She opened her eyes to find it empty in front of her, unable to see the brother who wanted to do such things to her.

She paused for a second, then quickly ran out of the house.

She didn't want to stay in that house for another moment and let her mother and the disgusting stepfather and stepbrother live together.

The young girl unhesitatingly darted into the chaotic society.

...

Yamamoto Jouichi felt as if he had descended into a pitch-black void, his hands couldn't see anything in front of him, there was the sense that water was rapidly flowing, yet it seemed untouched.

In the midst of this strange experience, he suddenly became aware of an intense sensation of being pushed from behind, "Ah."

He took two steps forward, nearly crashing into the wall ahead.

Yamamoto Jouichi hastily halted his steps, relieved in his heart, when suddenly a sharp pain emanated from his temple, as if someone clamped his head with pliers.

Aozawa once again transformed into a lava giant, pinched Yamamoto Jouichi's head with his thumb and forefinger, lifting him onto the Kabukicho street, casually tossing him aside.

Yamamoto Jouichi landed on the ground, the cacophony rushed into his ears as he looked around, his gaze landing on Aozawa.

He watched this figure made of stacked stones, resembling a character from an animation.

"What do you want to do?"

His expression revealed a trace of panic as he backed up two steps, "Where's Keiko?"

Aozawa tilted his head, noticing that using Allowing Anything to generate malice toward others led to a natural response, rather than the respectful submission of a first-class cabin attendant towards wealthy individuals, enabling him to strike at will.

Nevertheless, the other party still did not fear his appearance, even though he turned into this lava giant, the man only feared his actions. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Very well, now it's time to test the reaction to beating this person to death in front of a crowd.

Aozawa strode forward.

Yamamoto Jouichi retreated two steps again, shouting, "Don't come over, or I'll call the police!"

"Haha, if calling the police worked, you wouldn't have done that earlier."

"What do you understand, that's my love for Keiko!"

Yamamoto Jouichi immediately shouted to defend his actions, confidently stating, "Keiko loves me too, she's just tsundere, unwilling to admit it."

"I'm speechless with you."

Aozawa shook his head, taking a stride forward and grabbing Yamamoto Jouichi's clothes, tearing them apart.

His T-shirt was ripped into two pieces.

"Ah!" Yamamoto Jouichi screamed, realizing he had encountered a pervert.

Seeing his large chrysanthemum in danger, he hurriedly tried to escape.

Aozawa grabbed his waist again, tearing open his pants and letting go.

Yamamoto Jouichi, wearing nothing, quickly scrambled up and sprinted forward, crying out, "Help, there's a pervert!"

No matter how he shouted, it failed to attract any attention from those around him, who merely avoided Yamamoto Jouichi.

Neither did they cast any curious glances at him.

"Quick, help me call the police."

Yamamoto Jouichi grabbed the nearest passerby, shouting.

The passerby's reaction was incredibly indifferent, swiftly pulling away, "What are you doing? I don't even know you."

Yamamoto Jouichi felt chills all over his body, thinking, are people's hearts so cold now?

Keiko is still gentle and kind.

He thought, as people continued with their own matters, without fear to run away, nor curiosity to watch, as if nothing unusual had occurred.

Aozawa confirmed the reaction of those around him and manipulated the rocks to form a baseball bat from his palm, striking down on Yamamoto Jouichi's shoulder.

Bam!

The shoulder bone shattered, blood splattered like a tomato.

"Ah!"

Yamamoto Jouichi let out a heart-wrenching scream, collapsing like a twisted maggot in a toilet.

His broken right arm landed on the ground, as the sunlight shone brightly on the blood, making it appear exceedingly vivid.

Two passing high school girls giggled, chatting about where to get their nails done later.

A middle-aged man was on the phone, fawning over the client persona from the other end.

Yamamoto Jouichi's face was streaming with tears, "I beg of you, anyone, please call the police, there's a madman here!"

Aozawa did not hinder his plea for help, observing the reaction of those around him, as long as his malice wasn't directed at others, only at the man before him, nothing would happen.

Such a strange experience.

Typically, Aozawa killed in secluded spots or avoided busy places, but this was his first time in such a densely populated setting, beating someone to death.

He thought, raising the baseball bat in his hand, and swung it down hard.

Splat, the man's head cracked open like a watermelon, with some blood splattering onto the stockings of a passing girl.

"Whoa."

She let out a cry, quickly pulling out a tissue from her bag to wipe the stains, disdainfully saying, "Be careful."

Aozawa nodded, "Sorry."

"Never mind."

The girl replied, then carelessly tossed the blood-stained tissue onto the ground, "This is trash you created, put it in the trash can."

Aozawa transformed into a fiery figure, burning the paper on the ground to ashes with flames.

He looked around, thinking, using Element Replacement to become an invisible wind, and then disabling Allowing Anything ability, wanting to see how the people on site would handle the body.

"Bad luck, hey, Metropolitan Police Department, someone was beaten to death here, hurry over and take care of it."

This is the quaintly simple Gotham City, isn't it?

Even the instigator, Aozawa, couldn't help but ridicule in his heart.