Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 596 - 594: How Can You Assume Dio’s Gender

When faced with different choices, it often reveals one's character. By using carefully designed questions, one can deduce if a person is deceitful, indifferent, or kind.

Professor Frans uses complex questions to capture what kind of personality each person he talks to has, in order to screen for those who might meet the criteria for Dio.

In his view, Dio should be someone who doesn't care about the lives of evildoers but maintains a basic moral line, never involving ordinary people in the events they create.

Even if they are involved, no harm would come to them.

Frans considered this very important information.

However, such information was also explained by his friends as "only the souls of evildoers have power; the souls of ordinary people have none."

This also applied to last week's incident of large-scale souls entering the Different World.

If there's anything wrong with this theory, there isn't really.

Frans knew well that his conclusions differed from others because his understanding of Dio was different from the start.

For instance, the special task force might have seemed smart and capable early on, but their investigation suddenly got off track later; not because they became confused, but because their understanding of Dio's identity changed.

Assuming Dio's identity as Angel Envoy, their deductions were naturally different from their original perspective.

Even while creating mind maps and organizing various cases, it was all based on this identity.

The results of their investigations and guesses were naturally wrong due to this incorrect premise.

Of course, in the eyes of others, he was the one who was wrong.

Frans was also very aware that he belonged to a minority in this world.

He wasn't discouraged and, after a series of questions, formed a basic impression of the girl in front of him.

Her character was very good, not suited for studying, but with such looks and personality, as long as she's not deceived by a bad man and finds a good partner, she could still live happily ever after.

"Ms. Ayatsuki, I'm glad you cooperated with my questions."

Frans smiled and typed with both hands, "I don't have any more questions for now, you can leave."

"Is that so, I'm glad to be of help."

Ayatsuki Ayaka breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the sofa, and turned to leave.

She couldn't quite grasp what the professor's questions were aiming at, wondering what kind of experiment he was trying to conduct?

Ayatsuki Ayaka thought about it briefly, then dismissed the thought; the world of smart people is not something an underachiever could understand.

Frans looked at the list; there were still seven people before it was Phoenix Academy Maggie's turn. He glanced at the data sheet again.

The photos, names, and personalities were all recorded by him and organized into a folder.

No one suspicious had appeared yet.

...

"Takahashi Saeko."

"Hey~"

Takahashi Saeko raised her hand with a smile, intrigued after hearing from Ayatsuki Ayaka about the professor's appearance and questions.

During her work as a Street Cleaner in New York, she was accustomed to seeing those rough, uneducated folks.

She had also seen plenty of those supposedly passionate folks in film and TV.

But she wasn't interested in those people.

However, a well-read professor, especially one with this complexion, naturally piqued Takahashi Saeko's interest.

She walked with a light tread to the front of the headmaster's office and knocked on the door, "Come in."

After receiving a reply from inside, Takahashi Saeko opened the door and slipped inside.

The office was well-lit, and Frans sat with poise on the single sofa, typing with both hands, "Ms. Takahashi, please sit across from me."

The crisp and energetic voice of the young girl made Takahashi Saeko smile, she loosened her neckline and smilingly approached, "Professor, there's no need to act so cold. If you have questions for me, wouldn't it be better to sit a bit closer?"

She sat on the armrest of the sofa, and with her left hand, pressed directly on Frans's shoulder, such an intimate gesture scared Frans into quickly retreating to the larger sofa, typing with both hands, "Ms. Takahashi, if you want to sit there, I'll leave it to you. I'll sit here."

"Oh, professor is really bold, wanting me to sit where you just sat. But if you like it, I don't mind~"

Takahashi Saeko sat down, her face slightly red, "The slight touch permeates through the skirt, it seems like the weather is a bit hot.

I really want the professor to intensely instill knowledge in me~"

Faced with such words, Frans wished to escape the office immediately, a clear blush on his cheeks, he typed with both hands, "Ms. Takahashi, let's proceed with the questions."

"It's okay, do you want to know my measurements or height?

Or perhaps where I like to go and what to do?"

Takahashi Saeko completely took control of the conversation, enjoying the sight of the renowned professor's embarrassment in front of a girl much younger than himself.

How interesting, Takahashi Saeko had many ways to ease the other's mind, to engage him in pleasant conversation.

But seeing the blush on the famous professor's face, she found it more interesting, wanting to put him underfoot, to let him taste the feeling of being trampled.

"Ms. Takahashi, if faced with a cat and a starving person in front of you, who would you use your only food to save?"

"If that person were you, Professor, I'd definitely save you."

Takahashi Saeko advanced again.

Frans finally understood what it meant by women being as fierce as a torrential flood, he hadn't been this nervous facing the president of the United States, only able to retreat further and continue to question.

...

After a veritable chase-style questioning, Frans finally let Takahashi Saeko leave the office.

He wiped the sweat from his brow.

Are all Japanese high school girls this formidable?

It made him deeply feel like an outdated uncle from a different era, completely clueless about relationships between men and women.

This age gap made him feel a slight sense of frustration, which he quickly shrugged off.

He didn't care about those things and started jotting down Takahashi Saeko's personality: likes pranks, seems to enjoy laughing, has a ruthless nature, sharp observational skills, unlike an ordinary high school student.

Professor Frans tapped his index finger, moving this profile to Dio's backup file.

Although the current upper management perceives Dio as male in body and mind, to Frans, everything is unknown.

Dio could very well be a woman.

Her ability to transform means she can become anyone, and physical features hold no restraint on her.

Judging by the men's clothes she transforms into and the way she walks, it's not impossible that she is a woman.

Frans picked up his thermos, took a sip of brewed tea to calm his nerves.

He preferred drinking tea over coffee.

The next second, someone knocked on the door again. He glanced at the computer's roster, seeing the name Aozawa.

"Come in."

After typing with a soft, girlish voice to say this, Aozawa opened the door and walked into the office with a smile, "Good afternoon, Professor Frans."

Frans, who had been sitting relaxed, quickly straightened up.

He stared at the boy before him, with well-defined features, black hair, calm eyes, different from the previous students.

Those students, upon seeing him, either displayed curiosity, nervousness, or a desire to surpass him, but this one was very calm.

Such calmness either comes from a prestigious family or from one's personality.

"Mr. Aozawa, please have a seat there."

"Okay."

Aozawa stepped forward, sat on the single sofa, and studied the man in front of him, sparking a hint of interest in his mind.

He was somewhat surprised at the visit, as in a time when everyone is pursuing a different world, there's still someone focusing on Dio's identity being of this world.

The world is indeed vast, filled with various geniuses.

Unfortunately, superpowers are beyond imagination.

He activated his ability, "Allowing Anything," turning any response into the most reasonable answer possible.

"Mr. Aozawa."

Frans quickly typed, "What are your thoughts on the abolition of the death penalty?"

As the other party was a boy, Frans didn't rely on the computer for observation and instead directly stared at the boy before him, trying to scrutinize every expression on his face to prevent lying.

Aozawa thought for a moment and shrugged, "That's not a question for a student, is it?"

"I hope you can answer."

Frans continued typing.

Aozawa candidly said, "The death penalty is necessary; it can soothe those harmed by criminals."

"What are your thoughts on the current system?"

Frans started asking the next question.

...

After a series of questions, Frans was basically convinced that this was just an ordinary high school student.

But as he looked at the profile on the computer screen, the answer surprisingly matched his knowledge of Dio.

Strong self-control, indifferent to the fate of those around them, not seeing villains as humans, extremely dangerous.

Frans thought the computer had an issue and typed, "Mr. Aozawa, there are currently rumors of a different world outside.

If you one day obtain a superpower, would you choose to punish the wicked and promote the good?"

"No."

Aozawa shook his head. He had a clear self-recognition; everything he did was not about punishing evil and promoting good, nor would he use such a banner.

Frans continued typing, "If you were given more and more superpowers, would you try out how to use them?"

"Perhaps I would."

Aozawa smiled, giving an ambiguous answer.

Frans took a sip of water and continued, "Alright, I have no more questions; you may leave now."

"Hmm, goodbye."

Aozawa stood up.

Frans watched the boy leave, cleared the profile answer, then moved Aozawa to the folder with Ayatsuki Ayaka and others, finding nothing noteworthy.

Everything seemed normal.

Then he continued chatting with other students. The number of people eligible for Dio's candidate list hadn't increased, still staying at one.

Finally, he welcomed the main target of this inquiry, Phoenix Academy Maggie.

The office door opened, and a dazzling girl stepped in, seemingly making the office even brighter.

At that moment, even the cicada chirps outside seemed to become fainter.

Frans glanced, then focused his sight on the computer screen, typing, "Ms. Phoenix Academy, please take a seat."

"Hmm."

Phoenix Academy Maggie glanced at the White House consultant, then walked over to the single sofa, sat down, crossed her legs, and said from above, "Do you have any questions?"