Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 685 - 683: Killing Is a Philosophy

The advantage of sparse population is that the roads are wide. Driving in broad daylight feels like the early hours in a city, as if Aozawa has taken over the entire highway.

Snowflakes hit the windshield, Aozawa floors the accelerator, not easing up at all. The anti-skid tires handle the icy road quite steadily, with only occasional minor jolts.

He checks the navigation on his phone. There are 637km to Juneau from here.

The scenery outside is desolate, the earth covered by the falling snowflakes, concealing even the lush pine trees beneath.

Arakawa Reina looks out the window, her exhaled breath seems to turn into mist over the glass surface. The intermittent vibrations make her feel her chest tremble, much like placing a water-filled balloon in front of the steering wheel.

Each slight vibration triggers a chain reaction.

Arakawa Reina can't help but sneak a glance to the side, hoping to catch the other person's gaze shifting away.

However, Aozawa is focused on driving. Though he drives fast on a snowy day, it doesn't mean he wants to flip the vehicle, he's simply testing his own driving skills to the limit.

In this state, there's no way he could spare any attention for the adjacent passenger seat.

Regardless of the surging waves, Aozawa kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Arakawa Reina withdraws her gaze, feeling a bit disappointed. She wipes the glass of the window, and from the rearview mirror, she sees a snowman, using all its limbs, quickly pursuing the off-road vehicle.

"Mr. Aozawa."

"You handle it, I don't have time to care about it right now."

Aozawa merely glances briefly before continuing to steer the furious off-road vehicle.

Arakawa Reina manually lowers the window, the biting cold wind entering through the gap, yet she doesn't feel the chill at all. She gently waves the Flag of Flaming Light Off the Ground.

The crimson flag flutters like a massive liquid, red fire fluid flows from the open gap of the window and quickly expands, akin to a balloon bursting atop the car filled with excessive air.

Countless flames scatter backwards like meteors, covering a wide attack range.

The snowman roars angrily, punching the road, then fiercely digs out a large chunk of concrete, erecting it to shield itself.

Bam bam, flames shatter the concrete, hitting its body, igniting its white fur, "Roar!"

It painfully picks up a basketball-sized chunk of concrete, attempting to hurl it at the off-road vehicle ahead.

Flames that haven't landed gather like a tornado at Arakawa Reina's subtle motion, surrounding the snowman.

The flames obscure the snowman's vision, causing it to hesitate momentarily.

In the next second, the flames contract inward, all merging together.

Boom, a towering pillar of fire lights up behind the road, the snowman within the flames dissipates, transforming into a golden orb rushing forward.

Upon reaching the car, the orb splits into two, merging into the bodies of both people.

The warm feeling makes Arakawa Reina's eyes slightly squint, she turns her head and says, "Mr. Aozawa, have you noticed that the frequency of demon attacks today seems lower than yesterday?"

"It does seem that way."

"It must be, yesterday at this time we should have attracted several demons. Now we've been on the road for over ten minutes yet only one demon has appeared."

Arakawa Reina says this, frowning slightly, "Could it be because we're driving and not searching?"

She wants to go to Juneau to join Phoenix Academy Maggie, hoping Aozawa would fight alongside her, strengthening their relationship.

But her plan was to use a one-time magical treasure instead of choosing to drive.

At this speed, by the time the trial ends, Arakawa Reina worries they might not even reach Juneau.

Seeing Aozawa's enthusiastic expression, Arakawa Reina initially didn't want to contradict, now taking this opportunity to subtly hint that driving isn't effective.

"It has nothing to do with driving, those demons don't need us to actively search."

Aozawa shakes his head, today's reduced demon attack frequency is a result of his intentional control, possibly the Unicorn Demon is secretly causing trouble, hence the demon attack frequency on players has decreased.

Whether he drives or not, the number of demons encountered remains within a fixed range.

He chose to drive, not searching for any magical treasure, because magical treasures can be experienced anytime.

This experience, of flooring the accelerator amidst the wind and snow with a beauty seated in the passenger seat, is rare.

"Makes sense."

Arakawa Reina nods, no longer insisting on her opinion, instead fully lowering the passenger side window to let the outside wind in, tossing her slightly curly black hair, shifting her body lightly, allowing wind to enter her collar.

Strands of black hair brushed against Aozawa's face, prompting him to instinctively turn his head, then witness the spectacular and turbulent scene.

So white.

Instinctively pausing for a few seconds.

At such high speed, his distraction transforms the off-road vehicle into a raging beast, its previously stable body becoming unsteady.

"Damn!" Aozawa exclaims in surprise, hastily attempting to regain control of the steering wheel, but it's already too late. The off-road vehicle spins rapidly on the ground, like a top being spun by a schoolchild.

Bam, the off-road vehicle crashes into the guardrail.

At the critical moment, Aozawa unbuckles his seatbelt quickly, jumping out of the vehicle.

Arakawa Reina is equally quick, jumping from the passenger seat and landing on the icy road.

The off-road vehicle breaks through the guardrail, plummeting into the valley below.

Boom, the off-road vehicle hits the ground, followed by the sound of an explosion, flames devouring the vehicle.

The wind continues to howl, Arakawa Reina tucks the wind-tousled strands of hair behind her ear, sighing, "Mr. Aozawa, the road is too slippery, it's unavoidable."

Aozawa watches her with regretful expression, seriously suspecting the class monitor deliberately exploited his weakness.

No way, the class monitor isn't that type of person...

He paused, thinking of the time when the class monitor was picking out birthday gifts for his parents, that dark aura wasn't concealed at all.

"If it's gone, then it's gone. Let's see if we can find some disposable magical treasures."

"Okay."

Arakawa Reina nodded, displaying an obedient appearance, as if she was ready to follow his lead.

...

At the snow-covered mountain foot, with no sign of human presence, the round-faced girl knelt on the ground, crying out, "Please don't eliminate me, I'm willing to do anything!"

As her plea reached its conclusion, she was in tears, utterly losing the pride she had during the previous battle, like a puppy hoping for its owner's mercy after a mistake.

She didn't want to be eliminated by others, suddenly gaining strength, hoping she could change her current life and ascend to higher social status.

This legendary life was just opening a new page, and she was unwilling to be eliminated just like that.

"You need someone to help do things, right? I can help you find the unicorn demon, aren't we on the same team?"

The round-faced girl pleaded again, staring at the man several meters away.

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with light brown hair slicked back, and had a slender, long face.

He wore a black suit, paired with a white tie, with cleanly polished shoes.

A gourd was placed beside his knee.

"What's your name?"

"Yuki Sekibo!"

The round-faced girl quickly replied, feeling a hint of excitement, thinking her pleading had been acknowledged.

As long as she could continue participating in the trial, she didn't mind working hard for others.

Regarding the eliminated friend, it could only be said the friend was unlucky.

Originally, they thought they found a lone fat sheep, but it turns out this was a tiger in sheep's clothing, and two of them together couldn't beat it.

Saffit thought for a moment and said, "To my knowledge, among the well-known people in Tokyo, there is no such surname like yours. What is your value?"

"If you spare me, if you want money, someone is willing to give you money, and my dad is also a wealthy factory owner."

"Those people are willing to give you money based on you passing the trial, but you clearly don't have that value."

Saffit opened the gourd stopper.

Yuki Sekibo was shocked, the innocence on her face turned into ferocity, and she tried to gather all her strength to make one last struggle.

Her magical treasure had been confiscated by the opponent, so she could only resort to such a poor measure.

In an instant, her eyes were covered in golden light, and then she fell into darkness, turning into a white beam of light, shooting straight up.

Saffit brought the Sun God Needle pieces back into the gourd and plugged the stopper.

He calculated how much this harvest should sell for.

Collecting others' magical treasures wasn't for personal use but for selling them.

This idea was incomprehensible to most people.

People couldn't wait to gather all the magical treasures in their own hands.

But Saffit didn't have that mindset.

Under the code name 'Clown,' he controlled a vast arms business.

Unlike those low-end arms dealers, he had belief, he was a king of arms far from vulgarity.

So he never engaged in things beyond his ability.

Even in Alaska, he continued doing things he was familiar with.

Disposable magical treasures, magical treasures with multiple uses, storage magical treasures, Saffit obtained them by collecting or hunting other players, only keeping those that granted him supply strength.

He sold off all the other magical treasures.

No matter the nationality, no matter who it was, as long as the price was high enough, he was willing to sell.

As a qualified international arms dealer, if the arms he sold couldn't harm his own country, that would be incompetence.

"Saffit, I spotted a black-haired boy and girl in the snowfield, judging by their appearance, they are Asian, and they seem to have decent magical treasures."

The crisp sound came from the snow-covered branches.

The woman from Africa, with a single ponytail, jumped down, her black skin sharply contrasted against the white snow.

Yet, her skin wasn't rough at all, expensive cosmetics combined with regular exercise made her skin appear delicate, like superior black jade.

"Another opportunity to make a fortune."

Fatima smiled, every tooth looking like it's crafted of pure silver, her sweet smile showing no bloodthirstiness or cruelty, full of innocence and charm.

"That's not necessarily so."

Saffit stood up, muttering, "In this world, unexpected things always happen, nothing can be done with complete certainty.

We might just get rich, or we might just end up dead."

"Okay, I don't want to hear you blabbering on, are you an arms dealer or a philosopher?"

"Killing is a philosophy, so is arms dealing."

Saffit smiled, grabbing the gourd in his hand, and said softly, "Let's go shopping."