Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 753 - 751: The Invincible Jotaro Kujo Appears in New York

Time flies by swiftly, and it's Sunday again.

The desolate autumn is becoming more intense, and the green leaves on the branches are turning yellow, then blown away by the autumn wind.

In this scene, Aozawa couldn't help but want to sing a line: let the autumn wind take away my longing, take away my tears.

"What should I do today?"

He sat cross-legged on the corridor, with a plate beside him holding a sliced half cantaloupe.

The Shadow Soldier is truly versatile in household chores.

Aozawa picked up a piece of cantaloupe, brought it to his mouth, and chewed a few bites while looking out the window, feeling he couldn't continue to rot at home.

The problem is what to do?

He fell into thought, with a day off and no plans for a date, nor could he spend the whole day reviewing.

Indeed, only heading out to stir up trouble.

Thinking that tomorrow is Monday, and not knowing what kind of superpowers there might be, he decided to set the stage in advance.

Put on Jotaro Kujo's vest.

Thinking about this, Aozawa quickly finished the cantaloupe, tossed the box into the trash, and used his transformation ability to turn himself into Jotaro Kujo's likeness.

Then, using Schrodinger's Cat's non-existence state, his body gradually became semi-transparent, and paired it with Global Travel.

In the next second, he disappeared from his home in Tokyo, appearing on the streets of New York, where the air was so fresh~

It's not an exaggerated metaphor; compared to before, the air on the streets of New York is truly fresh, with no needles or garbage in sight, everything orderly.

Tokyo at nine in the morning; landing in New York, it's eight o'clock the previous evening.

The bright white streetlights illuminate the ground.

In the distance are neon-lit skyscrapers; Aozawa could see, some old buildings starting to be torn down, under construction, building new homes.

This cosmopolitan city is showcasing the charm and infrastructure level that a world-renowned city should have.

From semi-transparent to solid, Aozawa's feet touched the ground, and he pushed hard, leaping into the air, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, heading towards the city hall.

...

At nightfall, the lights of the city hall remained lit.

Many people were working overtime here.

Not out of compulsion, but more from willingness.

Seeing a city become better under one's management is a satisfying thing.

Honor and dreams, once ignited, can often drive people more than money.

Making everyone willing to give up everything and strive.

The ordinary employees were working hard, and David wasn't resting either.

But he wasn't busy with any public affairs, instead engaging in discussions with some people within the Democratic Party, hoping they would nominate him in the presidential election.

To compete with Nett in the election, he must gain some support within the Democratic Party.

Within the Democratic Party, not everyone was willing to vote for Nett.

It's not about whether Nett did well or not.

The key is Nett's age is really too old.

Even though there is a Brain Bug that allows Nett to avoid senility, possessing a young person's mind and clarity.

But if such a thing were exposed to the public, those already suspicious of the federal government being controlled by Lizard people would undoubtedly cause an uproar.

The image of the Brain Bug implanted in the human body makes those who've seen it feel a bit creepy, worried it's the Brain Bug controlling people, not people controlling the Brain Bug.

If it weren't for scientific instruments and various aspects proving Nett was still Nett, not controlled by the Brain Bug, people might have already soft banned Nett.

The President isn't impossible to sideline.

Be it past or present, the President of the United States has always been a nominal figure.

The real power holders are another group of people.

"Your fame resonates across America, nominating you isn't difficult, but the policies you push make people worry whether they might lead to national unrest."

Phyllis said slowly, with blonde hair and blue eyes, a standard white male, an influential Democratic Party senator, well-connected with Chuck, the Senate majority leader.

His attitude easily misinterpreted by outsiders as Chuck's attitude.

"As a politician, I think you should understand, only with the United States existing, you can have status and power.

If the United States falls, capital may continue, but can you maintain your current status and power?"

David spoke the lines taught by his assistant Hank.

In Hank's words, as long as it's a union based on interest, there will be flaws.

Even identical interests split into sustainable and short-term, more or less, a series of contradictory factors.

Zero in on those contradictions, unite those who can be united, then overthrow the enemies who can't be, divide their interests, so they can never rise again.

"Senator Phyllis, I hope you think carefully, if your value wasn't as useful now, would there still be people willing to provide you such treatment and benefits?"

David looked at the senator before him, smiling: "And now I'm of African descent, doesn't this more align with the Democratic Party's diversity standards?"

"Haha."

Phyllis laughed, the so-called buffs, are merely ways for them to gather votes.

For example, that ever-smiling Vice President.

Aside from the laughter, journalists trying to dig deep into what the Vice President does often can't find any achievements worth promoting.

Good or bad, there's no news; it's completely like a mascot.

"I need some time to think it over."

"Of course, take a walk around New York, and perhaps you'll find the answer you're looking for."

David wasn't in a hurry; he got up, intending to see this person off from City Hall.

The office door suddenly received a gentle knock; if it weren't very important, Hank wouldn't interrupt at such a crucial time.

David's expression darkened as he said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Hank rushed in with some documents; he paid no attention to Phyllis and whispered softly into David's ear, "Mayor, there's someone outside who claims to be Jotaro Kujo and wishes to see you."

Upon hearing this name, David's pupils suddenly contracted, and he glanced at Phyllis across from him, saying with a smile, "I apologize, I have an urgent matter to attend to, so I'm afraid I can't see you out personally.

Hank, please see Senator Phyllis out for me."

Having said that, he left the office.

Phyllis wasn't angry; instead, curiosity flashed in her eyes as she asked, "Who is it that could make the mayor in such a hurry?"

Hank, of course, wouldn't miss the chance to boast for David, whispering, "A friend of the Saint Heir, an Angel Envoy."

Phyllis' eyes widened, and her hand instinctively tightened, her breathing growing heavy.

An Angel Envoy!

This term could make leaders from the United States and even other countries immediately drop everything to meet the guest as soon as possible.

David is a person worth investing in, Phyllis thought to herself.

Even if it means sacrificing some large corporations, it doesn't matter.

As long as the United States becomes strong again, the sacrifices can be compensated by profits from other parts of the world.

The foundation of American hegemony is ideology, military power, and finance, supported by these three pillars.

Currently, there are issues in all three areas.

He believed that addressing military power first would be better and decided to persuade Chuck to nominate David for next year's election.

Nett was, after all, too old.

The initial support for Nett was due to his high recognition, whereas the other Democratic candidates had very little fame across the country.

But now, David is also quite well-known.

...

As a fully functional government institution, City Hall naturally has a designated waiting room for guests.

David hurried down the corridor, pushed open the door; the waiting room was simply arranged.

Ever since he took office, he removed all the luxurious decor, even though some said that since it was already bought, leaving them wouldn't cause any problems.

He believed that as the mayor, he should set an example.

Advocating for integrity, yet everywhere in City Hall was filled with luxury items;

how could it convince others of his proclaimed slogans?

Therefore, the waiting room was minimalist, only retaining necessary functions.

There were sofas, a coffee table, and pots of cacti for people to admire while waiting.

On a single-seat sofa, David saw a familiar figure; shoulders as broad as if they were fitted with two tires.

Wearing a baseball cap, his resolute face seemed to speak of invincibility.

"Mr. Jotaro, it's been a long time."

David greeted excitedly as he came forward: "It's great to see you're okay.

I heard from the President that Dio has been seeking you, claiming he wants to seize your Stand Star Platinum to ascend to Paradise."

"Yes, that's exactly why I'm here; I want you to help me get to Tokyo, Japan."

Aozawa crossed his arms, saying, "Sitting around and doing nothing isn't my style; I want to proactively destroy Dio's altar.

Then, I'll have a final battle with Dio."

Hearing this, David frowned, a hint of worry flashing across his dark face, "I've heard that Dio is an incredibly powerful Angel Envoy.

Mr. Jotaro, are you confident?"

"We must try; I won't turn my back on the enemy."

Aozawa's tone was firm.

Within his decisive words, David heard a trace of tragic determination, as if knowing he's outmatched, yet still charging into battle.

He thought about it and ultimately chose not to persuade him.

To say such things to someone with such resolve would undoubtedly be an insult.

"Alright, since you have such determination, I will certainly help. When would you like to fly to Tokyo?"

"Tomorrow morning,"

Aozawa replied, and added, "New York has changed a lot recently; you've done well."

"It's the result of everyone's efforts; I couldn't possibly govern New York to its current state on my own."

David didn't take all the credit for himself; he knew well that transforming New York wasn't achievable by one person but was the result of collective effort.

"You can stay here tonight, and I'll have Hank arrange your flight and forged identity."