Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 670 - 668: Only as Head of the Household Do You Know the Cost of Daily Necessities

September 18, Monday, today is Respect for the Aged Day in Japan, but there's no school holiday.

Early morning.

The air carries a faint coolness, it's already the season when there's no need for air conditioning.

The phone on the bedside table emits a ding-ding-ding sound.

Aozawa reaches out a hand under the blanket, skillfully stopping the alarm clock.

He yawns and wakes up.

Superpower: Gamification.

Three words float before his eyes.

Aozawa blinks, and within a brief moment, the characters disappear into the air.

He lifts the blanket and flips out of bed, landing steadily on the floor.

The extent to which Free Flight has been weakened cannot be tested for now.

Aozawa is not in a hurry either, and prioritizes testing what kind of ability gamification is.

At the moment of deploying the ability, Aozawa feels a warm flow throughout his body and senses that he has merged with this world.

It is at this time that a series of questions emerge in Aozawa's mind.

About the game's settings, scope, and the formulation of corresponding rules.

A hint of surprise flashes across Aozawa's face, and he quickly deactivates gamification.

He roughly figures out what kind of ability this is.

Rather than gamification, it is more like a modification of the real world, transforming a certain area of reality into a game world with rules set by him.

In that specific area, he is the supreme creator god!

As for how long gamification lasts, it is not yet clear.

The main reason is that Aozawa doesn't want to start transforming this place right now.

How to design the game's rules and plot are matters to be considered.

Aozawa wants to fulfill Ayatsuki Ayaka's wish, allowing her identity as a Superpower User to gain some convenience.

Because she is a Superpower User, she can be chosen, which allows multiple chosen individuals to appear in the same school.

This is a logical behavior that keeps Iroha consistent.

Aozawa only needs to mention this concept as a joke to Iroha, so he doesn't have to worry about her exposing superpowers in front of the young lady.

He thought about it, and decided that Dio's identity isn't suitable for this kind of task. Instead, he plans to bring out Xuanxiao who wants to become immortal, conducting trials in Qionghua's name.

Setting the location at the site of monster invasion, the final BOSS would be the Dread Emperor.

The choice of a specific place in the real world still needs testing, to see whether gamification can invite people there from afar.

Aozawa slides open the door and sees Morimoto Chiyoda coming out of the kitchen, smiling as he says, "Good morning, Chitose~"

"Mm, go brush your teeth and wash your face, I've already made breakfast."

"But I want to drink pure, additive-free dairy beverages~"

Aozawa stares at her chest, playfully saying this in a coddling tone.

Morimoto Chiyoda rolls her eyes at Aozawa, poking his forehead with her raised hand, "Stop it, isn't two days' worth of braised soup enough for you to drink."

"Soy milk has its own delicious taste too."

Aozawa responds with a grin, contemplating whether to bring Chitose into the game.

There's no rush, better to test with someone else first, ensure there are no problems before considering it.

...

Today's breakfast is as sumptuous as always, homemade sandwiches paired with freshly squeezed juice.

"I'm off~"

"Safe travels."

Morimoto Chiyoda replies, as per the custom, cleaning up the tableware and tabletops, and then she leaves the house, driving the Bugatti Veyron to the Intelligence Department's base.

The supercar enters the underground parking lot of the building and parks.

The Chief has a dedicated convenient parking spot, located very close to the elevator door leading to the top floor.

Morimoto Chiyoda only needs to step out of the car, and within two steps, she can access the private elevator directly to the top floor.

The elevator door opens to a corridor cast in cold tones, with walls and ceilings exuding a metallic feel.

There are four security personnel from the Intelligence Department stationed outside the office, all in suits, their bulging waists ensuring they can draw their guns at the first sign of an enemy.

Morimoto Chiyoda approaches, the four intelligence guards quickly turn their backs, and she uses her retina, fingerprint, and a personal code to open the office door.

The interior is spacious.

Through the glass curtain wall, Morimoto Chiyoda can see the exterior scenery of the Port District.

The soft morning light spills over the Port District, greenery is situated on both sides of the street, and the orderly roads slice through tall buildings and elegant embassies, composing a picturesque image.

Morimoto Chiyoda walks to her desk, sits down, and begins processing today's documents.

Or rather, the documents left unfinished from yesterday.

She looks at the files about the handover concerning Mary, the subordinates have reported in detail, taken photos proving Mary's survival, and there's also the signature of the relevant personnel from the Biological Research Institute on it, guaranteeing their receipt of a living Mary.

Each dialogue from the handover is recorded in the documents, when it comes to matters involving the Different World, it must be detailed to the maximum extent, without any room for negligence.

Morimoto Chiyoda finishes reading, stamps a seal, tosses it aside, and picks up the next document.

This is her routine.

Since taking on the roles of Director of Intelligence and Minister of State, the elevated position has greatly reduced her opportunities for fieldwork.

Instead, she receives numerous reports from field personnel.

Her understanding of the field also comes from these desktop documents.

This behavior did not diminish her understanding of intelligence; on the contrary, various pieces of information floated onto her desk like snowflakes.

It allowed her to gain a clearer picture of the situation in Tokyo, knowing the affairs of Japan without leaving her home.

Of course, this was under the premise that the people below were reliable and did not hide anything. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

How to prevent such concealment was also something Morimoto Chiyoda needed to pay attention to.

...

10:50 AM.

The desk phone suddenly rang, and Morimoto Chiyoda reached out and pressed the speaker button, "Director, Agent Riki wants to meet with you."

"Let her in."

Morimoto Chiyoda put down the document in her hand.

The office door opened, and Riki strode in. Despite the deepening autumn, she didn't follow the changes in weather, still dressing as she pleased.

Today, her summer style was an orange short-sleeve T-shirt paired with azure wide-leg athletic pants, wearing sneakers.

With every step, Riki made it unmistakably clear how significant the children's granary was.

Morimoto Chiyoda leaned back, crossed her legs, and said, "Do you have any intelligence?"

"Of course, my dear Director~"

Riki smiled, not appearing as restrained as other assistants or agents in front of Morimoto Chiyoda.

She understood this person's character and knew Morimoto Chiyoda was not one for strict formalities.

Additionally, Riki herself wasn't interested in politics or power; with no ambition, she naturally had no need for excessive flattery.

She sat sideways on the desk, and the slack fabric instantly tightened, outlining the curve of her hips.

Riki reached out, pulling a clear photo from her cleavage, "Please take a look."

Morimoto Chiyoda took the photo, which still had a bit of warmth left; if she bent down to smell it, she might catch a trace of that enchanting perfume scent.

But she had no interest in smelling women, instead focusing on the middle-aged man in the photo.

A lean long face, slicked-back hair of a business elite, light brown hair color, light blue eyes.

Just from the photo alone, there was no hint of anything bloody or related to war.

"Based on the intelligence you provided, I established a connection with the manager of Oyama Finance Company responsible for smuggling, and this is a clown photo I took silently while he was asleep."

Oyama Finance Company is a subordinate organization of Sumiyoshi-kai, one of Japan's largest violent gangs, and also a suspicious target monitored by the CIA.

Morimoto Chiyoda laughed, "You're truly outstanding; you obtained specific information so quickly."

"Men are actually easy to please."

Riki shrugged, the motion of her curves seemingly proving her point.

For a woman with good looks, a nice personality, and high intelligence like herself, manipulating men was incredibly simple.

She had confidence in conquering 90% of men with skills and body; for the remaining 10%, she could use her intellect and unconquerable personality to capture them.

The more outstanding the man, the more he liked to challenge the impossible.

So, no man could resist the temptation of conquering her.

This was Riki's confidence.

"According to the intelligence I gathered, this smuggling ship is expected to arrive in Japan on the third of next month. The weapons inside are meant to arm Sumiyoshi-kai, preparing for a major action."

Morimoto Chiyoda furrowed her brows slightly, murmuring, "Could this intelligence have come too easily?"

Riki showed displeasure, "Are you kidding? If it weren't for me, you could try with someone else, and they might not be able to get you any information even after one or two months."

"No, I think you misunderstood."

Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head, "I was just thinking, if the extremists really intended to cause trouble, would they leak related information from the start?"

"You suspect this is a smokescreen they released?"

Riki's quick thinking immediately grasped Morimoto Chiyoda's concern, pondering for a moment; she couldn't dismiss the possibility.

She had previously discussed the doomsday war-revering extremists with a professor.

The professor believed those people couldn't understand what was happening in the modern world and were eager to find answers based on their own understanding.

Once the answers didn't meet their ideal, they would rapidly degrade into the surrender faction and give-up faction.

They were like fried chicken legs, appearing hard on the outside but not hard at all on the inside.

Yet their brains still existed.

Leaking such important information from the start was indeed abnormal.

Riki pondered and said, "Could it be that the clown is due to arrive here soon?"

"Highly possible."

Morimoto Chiyoda fell into thought.

Though vast, the intelligence department had numerous matters to handle.

They needed to capture various things from the different world and monitor Kochou, the five major consortia, and the intelligence agencies of other countries.

Too many enemies to manage made even such a large institution as the intelligence department feel strapped for resources.

Previously, she thought the intelligence department was bloated; now, she realized she was wrong.

The intelligence department indeed lacked manpower.

For Morimoto Chiyoda to focus on a particular matter, she had to pull resources from elsewhere.

"Sumiyoshi-kai is the bait; then who is the real fish?"

Morimoto Chiyoda murmured, believing there might be a mole in the intelligence department aiding from within.

She started recalling who provided this series of information, scribbling on paper, and then looked up, "Riki, I need you to probe these people."

"I'm indifferent; CIA people are exceptionally capable."

Riki shrugged again, not feeling aggrieved herself, but as someone rare in the world with wit.