Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 736 - 734: Blood of the Mortal King, All Ends by the Sword

Itabashi District, Nishitani, Safe House of the Phoenix Academy.

The basement level, a secret layer unknown to outsiders.

Located underground in a three-bedroom apartment at the west side of the building, it covers an area of only eighty square meters, equipped with a sofa, bed, desk, a separate toilet, and a private bathroom.

On the desk, there is hot coffee and two plates of freshly baked soft bread.

If feeling bored, one could put on high-quality headphones and play some downloaded music.

Apart from having no internet access, everything here is perfect.

Emily sat on the sofa, her short legs stretched comfortably, almost sinking into the bouncy couch.

She held a cup of hot coffee in both hands, with added sugar and milk, taking a sip and feeling happiness spreading from her mouth to her stomach and then throughout her body.

This is how life should be.

Thinking of the prior wandering, a sense of unreality welled up within Emily.

It felt as though staying inside this safe house kept all external crises far away.

Emily grabbed a fluffy piece of bread, it was so large she couldn't take a big enough bite, taking only a portion.

The sugar sprinkled on the bread nearly moved Emily to tears; she never thought that eating bread could be such a luxurious happiness.

"You are exaggerating."

Katerina teased Emily, her expression unchanged, eating a meat floss bun in large bites, quickly replenishing food, conserving strength, preparing for potential battle.

This is what she should be doing rather than performing those meaningless ceremonies.

Emily had her own viewpoint, "Katerina, as long as it makes us feel happy, joyous, and calm, any ceremony performed at any time is meaningful."

After her teaching, Emily picked up the coffee cup again, leisurely sipping.

A face as delicate as a Barbie doll showed a lingering savoring expression.

Katerina still couldn't understand, but she didn't intend to change Emily's mind, as long as she's happy, taking another bean paste bun, eating it in several bites, with remnants on her lips.

A sudden unperceivable breeze swept her bangs, tensing Katerina's muscles, she instantly looked in the wind's direction.

In their sight, the wind's sound formed a tall, blond-haired man.

His features were sharp, skin incredibly pale, with a robust physique, exuding unspeakable allure.

Emily quickly set down her coffee cup in surprise, "Dio, you've finally come?!"

Her tone was slightly aggrieved, almost tearful.

Since last night until now, Emily's heart hadn't found true peace. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Even staying in the safe house wasn't necessarily reliable.

Emily knew this better than anyone.

It's just in such a crisis, one has to choose to use the reliable lie of the safe house to gain peace.

But actual peace comes from seeing this person.

"I was almost killed by the Holy Lord."

Emily took a deep breath, subdued her urge to cry, and inwardly cautioned, could it be this is all Dio's plot?

Pretending not to appear earlier, letting her suffer outside, then showing up at the moment of crisis to save her to gain gratitude.

Emily's blue eyes shifted, the excitement in her heart had diminished considerably.

After all, she ended up here due to being associated with Dio.

Dio's deep scheming cannot be ignored.

She secretly cautioned herself to absolutely not develop any feelings of gratitude.

Being deceived and helping count money is too pathetic.

...

"I have already understood the course of events."

With a deep and magnetic voice echoing in the basement, Aozawa glanced around at the décor and smiled, "You have nothing to worry about now, do you?"

While speaking, he walked over, sat beside Emily, crossed his legs, and said, "I have things to do right now, can't fight the Holy Lord."

"Then what about me?"

Emily felt quite anxious, thinking he came to rescue her, the situation seemed off, couldn't let her fend for herself here?

Staying in the safe house was safe, but if discovered, leaving would be nearly impossible.

The enemy would undoubtedly blockade the entrance, and she and Katerina would be trapped.

Aozawa smiled, "Don't worry, I won't let you fall into Holy Lord's hands.

Just run to your former residence in Shinjuku Kabukicho, there, raise this badge high and shout: Blood of the Mortal King, must end with the sword.

The rift in space will open, and the Executioner from Roc Kingdom will be summoned here.

Remember, the summoning times are at one-thirty in the afternoon and seven-thirty at night; only at these times can he be summoned."

Aozawa casually spun a tale, naming the kingdom at whim, using the classic motto of the dragons. But in this world, there are no dragons, so there is no need to worry that anyone might recognize the source.

He placed a badge woven by Fate Weaving on the table, shaped like a shield with two crossed swords.

Emily frowned slightly, curiously asking, "Is the Executioner your subordinate?"

"No, the Executioner belongs to Roc Kingdom.

It was once a very powerful nation, now facing the invasion of monsters, quietly waiting for destruction.

The Executioner is a powerful envoy. The envoys he kills transform their life energy into a fireball, and in the glow of this fire, any unwelcome presence is dispersed.

So he wants to seek out powerful envoys, kill them, and use the flames born of their powers and lives to drive away the monsters within Roc Kingdom."

Aozawa began unveiling new settings, smiling as he said, "You only need to tell him the whereabouts of the Holy Lord, and he will naturally head to the Holy Lord's residence for capture.

Once this period passes, I will come by to deal with the Holy Lord when I have the time."

Emily curiously asked, "What exactly are you doing?"

"Looking for Star Platinum."

Aozawa casually found an excuse and said, "The person who has Star Platinum is named Jotaro Kujo.

According to my investigation, he is in the United States, but I still don't know his exact whereabouts, which requires some time.

Don't worry, the Executioner is strong, and the Holy Lord won't be able to deal with him in a short time."

Emily nodded, her small face showed a hint of conflict, as she asked, "Will the fight between the Executioner and the Holy Lord cause a lot of impact?"

Though Emily cares greatly about her life, she cannot involve unrelated people in her affairs, risking their safety—such things are not something she can carry out.

Emily is not the type who can passively push others to shield her without any psychological burden.

"You can rest assured, the battle between the Executioner and the Holy Lord will not cause much impact. He needs to set up a barrier beforehand to kill the envoys."

Aozawa said this and, fearing she might continue to ask for details, slowly let his body turn into an invisible breeze, "Remember, the Executioner can only appear at half past one in the afternoon and half past seven in the evening."

With that said, he disappeared, leaving only a badge made of some unknown metal on the table.

Its appearance looked quite splendid, only the shield and swords were riddled with rust, seemingly holding very ancient years.

Emily picked up the badge, her face showing some contemplation, realizing that reaching the location from the safe house to the Big Fat Sheep Bar in Shinjuku Kabukicho was not an easy task.

Enemies had already set up layers of encirclement in Itabashi District.

The afternoon at half past one would be too rushed; she could only set the time towards half past seven in the evening.

Before that, can this safe house remain undetected?

Emily's azure eyes flashed a trace of indecision, then she let out a heavy breath, hoping to remain concealed.

...

Time ticked away slowly.

The sunset blaze like fire, yet the refreshing cool breeze did not bring any comfort to Sanjushi Tera; he only felt an inexplicable irritability rising in his chest, staring at the map of Itabashi District, then turned to look at the clan member reporting in front of him.

"Have you confirmed that Itabashi District has been searched thoroughly?"

"Yes, Family Head, we confirmed that Itabashi District has been thoroughly searched without finding any trace of Emily or Katerina."

The long-faced man showed tension, reporting his findings once more.

He expected an outburst of anger upfront, but Sanjushi Tera did not rage; only deeply inhaling, then sighed, "Is that so, then thank you for your hard work, you may leave."

"Yes."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and exited the trailer.

Sanjushi Tera turned his head to look at Morimoto Chiyoda, warmly saying, "Director Morimoto, it seems you were right, someone is indeed causing trouble internally.

Emily has most likely fled Itabashi District."

Upon saying this, he tightly clenched his right hand, "It was so close to catching her, but someone interfered, aiding her escape. Was it Iwasaki's house or Phoenix Family or someone else?"

Sanjushi Tera was unclear, yet he understood that while some wish to please the Holy Lord, naturally some wish to please Dio.

In such a chaotic Tokyo, having stirred up such a commotion, how can those people remain indifferent?

Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at the time, it was already four fifty-six in the afternoon, she put away her phone saying, "Excuse me, Mr. Tera, it's my off time now, I won't be accompanying you tonight."

"With such events happening, Director Morimoto still gets off work punctually, how enviable."

"Haha, having no desires is like this. As long as I don't wish to be promoted, no one can force me to stay for overtime."

Morimoto Chiyoda chuckled, then proactively stepped down from the trailer.

Sanjushi Tera watched her retreating figure, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes. Considering Avelino's report, she seemed to be deliberately distracting his thoughts during that time.

Sanjushi Tera contemplated but did not make a phone call, directly instructed someone to notify Avelino to come over.

He needed a face-to-face briefing, outwardly releasing the monitoring of Itabashi District, while actually keeping people stationed at key intersections for surveillance.

To see if Emily would relax her vigilance and appear.

The time left for him was running out.