Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 686 - 684: Risk and Opportunity Coexist

When Saffit Astreya was seven years old, his father Eric died in a subway shooting incident.

In Los Angeles in the United States, such things are not worth making a fuss about; reporting a single gun death would mean the national newspapers couldn't cover other news.

Every day is a shooting incident.

But for Saffit and his brother Holka, it was the collapse of a perfect and happy world.

Their remaining mother lived with them for two years, eventually trying illegal drugs due to stress—no matter how much they tried to dissuade her, she gradually became neither human nor ghost.

She even contemplated selling the two brothers for money.

Thanks to Saffit's quick thinking, he sensed something was wrong and escaped with his brother from his mother, finding a job as an illegal worker at a local Chinese restaurant.

With the condition of room and board and year-round lunch breaks, he worked there until he was sixteen.

That summer, something happened that changed Saffit's life trajectory: a tattooed white man wielded a gun and robbed the restaurant owner clean.

For Saffit, who stayed at the restaurant working fourteen-hour days, he no longer only knew about guns from words but actually saw one.

He immediately understood a truth: continuing to work as an illegal worker for the boss was going nowhere; only by taking the crooked path could he make money in America.

Saffit resolutely resigned from the restaurant and, with his brother, entered the underground world.

Unlike the mediocrity in the restaurant, Saffit began to showcase his unique talent in the underground world.

In others' words, he was born with the aptitude for this line of work.

Selling the first handgun in his life was like the interplay between men and women, so exhilarating that it ended before he had time to savor it.

Saffit stood firm in the underground world by relying on his courage and meticulousness, with no moral obstacles whatsoever.

Through arms deals, he smoothly married his goddess, whom he had loved at first sight, purchased property in Los Angeles, and bought a house for his brother. Everything was so wonderful.

Yet, as his business prospered, his wife discovered the kind of business he was involved in; she leaned towards the Democratic Party.

Although in Saffit's view, engaged in the underground world, he knew long ago the nature of those politicians waving the flags of liberty and democracy.

The most brutal atrocities in the world were orchestrated by them.

But for the lower-tier voters, they were truly bamboozled by that freedom and democracy trope.

His wife couldn't accept his business and wanted him to change professions.

Saffit did indeed try to give up for his wife's sake, but legal business had long been monopolized by those capitalist giants.

Moreover, he had no talent for legal business; only arms could make him feel like a fish in water.

He continued to invest secretly into it, hiding it from his wife.

Upon discovering everything, his wife chose to divorce, taking their child with her.

Saffit didn't stop her; he just gave most of his funds and properties to the mother and child.

He started his arms business with a small amount of seed capital.

It led to his first regret in life.

When negotiating business with African warlords, his brother couldn't accept that the guns they sold were used by local warlords to massacre residents.

So, he chose to blow up one truck of firearms, but when he tried to blow up the second, he was shot dead by the warlord's men.

Saffit was grief-stricken; yet he still rushed forward, prying open his brother's hand, tearing up as he reclaimed the grenade.

He continued back to the negotiation table, receiving payment for a truckload of weapons.

From then on, Saffit realized he must have a set of beliefs about arms, only then could the people below involved in selling have no psychological burden.

This was also Saffit's unique transformation compared to other arms dealers.

The black gloves could be thrown away at any time.

But a person who has a complete doctrine on arms is, to those collaborators, an irreplaceable entity.

Just like Epstein and Dershowitz.

The former's work anyone can do, anyone can replace, but the latter's work.

Polluting the origins from a legal standpoint, reducing the general public's psychological burden of lawyers defending villains, even beautifying it.

Only Dershowitz can achieve that.

So he's hard to put aside.

...

Snow covered the mountain terrain, leaving no footprints upon it.

Fatima and Saffit were veterans, naturally disliking direct confrontation.

No matter that they held absolute advantage, they would rather ambush than attack directly.

Utilizing their foresight into the advantage of the boys and girls, they opted to flank for an ambush.

Saffit used a disposable magical treasure, Ride the Mist, taking Fatima along this route.

Then, they landed on the ground.

Fatima took out a purple card-like Changing Decree, "Transform!"

The Changing Decree instantly released a faint light, turning Fatima from a human shape into a knife that dropped onto the ground.

The knife's surface was still emitting a faint light, planning to disguise as a magical treasure to entice the other party forward to pick it up.

Saffit also pulled out a Changing Decree, "Transform."

His body quickly underwent subtle changes, skin turning into dry bark, then reaching upwards; he transformed into a pine tree indistinguishable from the surrounding ones, rooted in the snow, quietly waiting.

Shortly, a long-haired girl appeared in front, walking through the snow, trailing a series of footprints leading into the hill.

She saw the magical treasure on the ground ahead, eyes brightening slightly, and tilted her head, "Mr. Aozawa, look, there's a magical treasure ahead!"

"No matter how beautiful the magical treasure is, how could it compare to the class monitor~"

Aozawa wrapped his arm around Arakawa Reina's waist and abruptly pulled her into his embrace.

Arakawa Reina's mind went blank instantly; her full curves slightly deformed under the pressure.

Even the thick layers of fat couldn't conceal her pounding heart, making her breaths noticeably heavier.

Did Mr. Aozawa want to engage in a fierce battle right here in the snow?

Countless thoughts and images surged in Arakawa Reina's mind; she felt mentally unprepared, yet her body was ready without any barriers.

Enough to allow Aozawa a smooth passage all the way.

However, such complicated thoughts gradually faded as Aozawa traced strokes with his index finger.

The thin pants could not hide the fingers' strokes.

Magical Treasure was the enemy.

Arakawa Reina dispelled all distracting thoughts in her mind, instantly realizing that Mr. Aozawa was not seeking a battle with her.

But, did Mr. Aozawa really need to use such a hinting method?

On the pert buttocks...

Was it really for concealment, or was there another agenda?

Arakawa Reina recalled the night when they said the moonlight was beautiful to each other, feeling a surge of thrilling emotion.

Perhaps Mr. Aozawa was aware of her thoughts, but couldn't articulate it clearly as he was unsure of her exact attitude.

Arakawa Reina had a new understanding of Phoenix Academy Maggie's reluctance to expose the situation. Perhaps it's not out of fear but rather the thrill of being separated by a thin layer.

Their mutual tentative exploration and friction were far more thrilling than simply exposing the situation.

Unstoppable, completely unstoppable.

Arakawa Reina blushed deeply, regretting not having worn a diaper when going out.

Aozawa looked down; he was using the presence of an enemy as an excuse to remind Arakawa Reina in this manner, effectively testing her reaction.

Seeing her reaction, Aozawa also had a response.

But he wasn't in a hurry; rushing never cooks hot tofu.

Gradually peeling off the disguise of the monitor, it also provides a form of entertainment.

...

Ahead, Fatima, disguised as a Magical Treasure, felt speechless, sensing that young people are indeed creatures full of spontaneous impulses.

One might say, the biggest difference between humans and animals is the ability to harbor that primitive desire all year round, twenty-four hours a day.

Especially adolescent boys, everything can become a trigger.

At this crucial moment, if the two don't move forward and choose to do something there instead, it presents an opportunity for an ambush. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

As an assassin, Fatima has often chosen to strike while customers are in the throes of excitement.

The honey trap, poisoning, sniper attacks—among many assassination methods, Fatima prefers the honey trap, as it satisfies both herself and demonstrates her charm.

Go for it, young man!

Fatima silently cheered for the young man in her heart. She could see that, without a doubt, the girl's reaction was saying, "Quickly! Take your pants off!"

Compared to Fatima's full-focus, Saffit sensed something amiss. There are always inappropriate times.

Yet, they had approached and taken such a stance; was it simple affection in the snow?

Saffit thought swiftly and reached a conclusion: the two had been exposed. Although he wasn't sure why, they were indeed exposed.

"Take action!"

Saffit no longer disguised and called out.

The Changing Decree vanished upon his shout, transforming from a pine tree into a humanoid form.

At the same moment, Arakawa Reina waved the Flag of Flaming Light Off the Ground.

Firelight burst forth.

In the blink of an eye, flames covered the leaden sky, and the falling snowflakes quickly melted in the fire.

Saffit felt as if he was facing a sea of fire.

He quickly retrieved a disposable Magical Treasure, the Frost Decree.

"Ice!" He shouted the word and tossed the decree forward.

In an instant, a chilling aura burst from the Frost Decree, and the incoming flames passed through the azure cold air, quickly freezing into wave-like forms, resembling the tip of an iceberg.

Saffit breathed a sigh of relief.

In a flash, a shadow seemed to swoop down from above the nine heavens.

The blade, carrying a sharp whistling sound, hovered around his ears.

Saffit only felt a chill at his neck, and his vision switched from the ice wall to the leaden sky.

Before his head hit the ground, straw sprouted all over his skin, and his entire body transformed into a straw man's form.

In the next second, Saffit appeared atop a mountain peak, approximately two hundred and thirty meters from the forest.

He took a deep breath, feeling exhilarated; had he not used the disposable Magical Treasure Life Strawman to bear a fatal attack in his place, he might have been eliminated by now.

Young people today are truly terrifying.

Saffit thought but chose not to flee from this place.

The fiercer the battle, the more expensive the gun becomes.

The young man's prowess relied on strong Magical Treasures; if captured, this business would surely yield great profit.