Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 657 - 655: Emily’s Confusion

The colorful lights shine in Kabukicho, like different colored gems lighting up the night.

Outside the Big Fat Sheep Bar, there's a waist-high sign as well, but this secluded spot makes it seem very quiet, with almost no customers.

Inside the bar, the warm lights are bright.

Elegant light music echoes here, behind the bar, the tall Katerina stands there, like an NPC from a game.

Every night when Shinjuku descends, she stands here as a bartender, always holding a white cloth, wiping empty square glasses, day after day, as if there's no end in sight.

At the same time, on the lounge chair inside the bar, naturally, there is a blonde woman resembling a young girl, wearing a Gothic-style dress.

Black and red tights of two distinctly different colors wrap around her short legs.

Red overpowers black.

Emily lies there, looking at her phone in front of her.

Short videos on TikTok are reporting about Greece, Nigeria, Ethiopia, Egypt, and Chile demanding repatriation of looted artifacts from the British Government.

Originally, this wasn't a big deal; these countries had already called for such things before, but these calls had never become a mainstream media voice.

But now, their calls have suddenly become mainstream media reports, occupying various media hot searches.

With the power of these countries wanting to push the topic abroad, it is clearly unrealistic.

Unless there is a force behind it, using these countries' demands to pressure Britain.

"Hehe."

Emily emits a mocking expression; she enjoys inferring what conspiracy lies behind events through such minor matters.

This kind of thing can satisfy her idle thinking to some extent.

Her thumb slid, jumping to the next video.

That was about the identity of the Sword Immortal.

Is he an Eastern Immortal, or a being from a Different World?

The BBC specifically invited so-called well-known heavenly masters and some experts to debate live on television.

Not watching for a minute, Emily swiftly slides past this short video, finding no interest in such matters nor believing those people would figure it out.

Judging from online information alone whether someone is an Eastern Immortal or a Different World Angel Envoy is utterly unrealistic.

The real key is the damage caused by the Sword Immortal to the British Museum.

Starting from there, analysis could be made of what power caused it.

Unfortunately, the news from there would definitely not reach Japan here; relevant reports would only be sent to Air Force One.

Information gathered through personal ability is ultimately limited.

Emily thinks, sliding away the short video before her, turning to contemplate where the KGB is hiding.

Mary has no news yet; is Bruno and those people's hiding related to the five major consortiums?

Emily was thinking when a gust of wind brushed across her cheek, the familiar feeling instantly made her sit up from the chair, instinctively staring at the tall stool outside the bar.

An air passage suddenly filled with a strong figure, sturdy white arms placed above the bar, with brown eyes slightly narrowed, "Give me a glass of whiskey."

"Okay."

Katerina put down the glass in her hand, ready to prepare whiskey for this person.

Emily ponders, Dio turns into wind, the wind brushes her cheek, wouldn't that mean Dio touched her.

What is this person plotting?

She thinks for a moment, temporarily setting aside this question, stepping forward and saying, "Dio, what do you think of the Sword Immortal appearing in London, is he a Different World Angel Envoy?"

Thinking this through, she considered that this person might not watch human short videos, then quickly pulled out the relevant video to say, "That's him."

"His name is Xuanxiao, not an Angel Envoy."

Aozawa casually replies, in this world, he hasn't found the game series Immortal Sword and Miracle Story, naturally choosing to use this name without having to make up any story background.

Emily's eyes widened, her hands supported on the bar, with no distance between her body and the bar, intimately close, making one inevitably feel pity.

"Do you know him?"

She asks eagerly.

Aozawa nods and says, "Occasionally had a few encounters; he's quite a good person."

Emily licked her lips, revealing a hint of excitement and said, "So, it means people can really become immortal."

"He's not an immortal yet, just very close to becoming one."

"Do you know the method for humans to cultivate into immortals?"

Emily's eyes sparkled; she doesn't think she has a chance to become immortal but still asks this question, wanting to confirm there is a method for cultivating immortality in the world.

Perhaps someone can cultivate in the future.

Besides, in a way, these people trying to become immortal can also mean some light exists in this desperate world.

Perhaps immortals stand on the world's side, resisting the Angel Envoys.

Or the possibility of collusion cannot be ruled out.

Aozawa shrugs, grabbing the glass in front of him and says, "I'm never interested in the methods for cultivating into immortals."

As he finished, he took a sip of whiskey, showing a trace of worry on his face, seemingly troubled by some matter.

Emily catches on, suppressing her urge to inquire about the existence of immortals, cautiously saying, "Haven't you already established the altar to ascend to the heavens? You don't look very happy."

"There are always some things preventing me from achieving smoothly."

Aozawa said casually, thinking about things between the class monitor and Maggie.

He wants to repair their relationship but doesn't know where to start, having just gone through such a thing, wishing them to act like nothing happened is obviously impossible.

"We'll talk about it later."

Aozawa couldn't use hypnosis or the power of Allowing Anything to reconcile them.

That was his bottom line.

Emily saw the expression on his face and pondered, could it be that Dio suffered a setback with the Shadow Emperor?

It's likely that the altar exchanged with Aze Red Stone dealt a serious blow to his self-esteem.

"Some things, when kept to yourself, can be painful. It's better to speak them out loud."

Emily stood on her tiptoes, raised her head, puffed out her chest, and showed a willing-to-listen expression on her small face.

Aozawa glanced at her, shook his head, and said, "Some things are better left unknown to you."

As he finished speaking, Aozawa used his Global Travel ability and didn't stay there any longer.

He knew that by just revealing this little bit of information, he could make the blonde legal loli before him contemplate all night what message it might contain, and then the message would be reported upwards.

Aozawa enjoyed the feeling of stirring the world with just a few casual words.

...

The man suddenly vanished, and the soft music continued to reverberate in the bar.

Emily looked at the empty seat ahead, angrily lifted her foot as if to kick the bar counter, but silently retracted it, fearing she might fracture a bone.

After coughing so hard that it resulted in a fracture the last time, she didn't have much hope for her body's sturdiness.

"Damn it, always just gives a little bit!"

She yelled in frustration, her eyebrows tightly furrowed together.

What did he mean by it's better if she didn't know?

Were these matters related to Paradise, or did something go wrong with transforming her into a friend?

If it were the latter, she would certainly clap her hands in celebration.

But Emily felt it was unlikely. Her mind flashed through one speculation after another, recalling too many things, leaving her unsure of which possibility to believe.

In the end, those were just speculations.

She scratched her head and shifted her attention to the man known as Xuanxiao.

From this perspective, some people who said he was their ancestral figure might not be wrong after all.

Why did the Oriental cultivator wait until now to appear at the British Museum to retrieve his fairy sword?

Could it be as the title suggested, that he only awoke from slumber now?

If it was indeed a slumber, then the reason for such slumber would be worth pondering.

If not, it would imply that the sword wielded was not his own, but that of a predecessor, which he only found today.

If that's the case, then how he found it becomes another question.

The more Emily thought about it, the more questions arose, like a Russian nesting doll, one after another.

She decided to post a message to Morimoto Chiyoda, reporting the information she had and passing the questions to more people to consider.

That way, even if there were loopholes in her own thinking, others could point them out.

...

The information was transmitted layer by layer to Air Force One.

Due to the time difference, it was now five in the morning today.

The sky was dim, and a phone call penetrated into the Secretary of State's bedroom, causing the Secretary, who was initially asleep, to sit up quickly.

He knew very well that calls during non-working hours were most likely related to the Different World, or some major international event.

The Secretary quickly answered the phone and asked, "What's happened?"

"Mr. Secretary, we just received good news from Jack. We can now confirm that the Sword Immortal is indeed an Oriental person, named Xuanxiao.

According to Dio, he's not yet immortal, still on the path of seeking immortality.

His exact age is unknown."

The Secretary listened to the excited voice on the phone and wiped the gunk from the corner of his eyes, taking several deep breaths.

This was indeed a major discovery.

The method of cultivation, which had been uncertain, was finally confirmed by Dio's words.

"Does Dio know Xuanxiao?"

"According to intelligence provided by informants, Dio has met Xuanxiao a few times, and they seem to have a good relationship.

He refers to Xuanxiao as a nice person."

"I see."

The Secretary rubbed his temples, trying to process the impact of this information.

The existence of cultivators pursuing immortality suggests that immortals might indeed exist.

The legends of gods, wizards, and alchemists, which left deep marks in their civilization, might not just be mere stories based on this theory.

But rather, actual ancient history that once truly existed.

They had only speculated about this possibility before, unable to confirm it, but the appearance of Xuanxiao undoubtedly made this speculation more credible.

Human history might change because of this.

The Secretary rushed to rise, preparing to report to the President and contemplate how to expedite the collection and research of artifacts by various countries.

The United States from the start hadn't intended to spend its own money researching those foreign artifacts.

If the world hegemon couldn't get something for nothing, then what's the point of being the world hegemon?