Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 757 - 755: Can We Win? We Will Win!

Imperial Palace, North Wing of Honmaru Palace.

Inside, steeped in an ancient fragrance, Phoenix Academy Maggie walked through a quiet corridor, arriving outside the Prime Minister's Office.

The Prime Minister's Aide glanced up at her, then lowered his head to continue his work. As long as no one was meeting with Kochou inside, it didn't matter when Phoenix Academy Maggie came by.

No need to notify, no need to block.

This was the Prime Minister's personal instruction, and he certainly wouldn't defy it.

Phoenix Academy Maggie slid open the door and strode in.

Upon hearing the door's movement, Kochou looked up, put down the document in her hand, and said, "Maggie, what did Morimoto want to talk to you about?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie approached the desk and bowed, saying, "Mother, the CIA has received information that Jotaro Kujo will arrive at Haneda International Airport at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Hiss, Kochou suddenly inhaled sharply, as if the seal on her collar was about to tear.

Her hands instinctively clenched, then slowly relaxed. Her right index finger gently tapped the tabletop, and she sighed, "So that's it, no wonder Nett wants to take a special flight here.

He actually intends to take a gamble."

What are the six conditions for ascending to Paradise?

Phoenix Academy Maggie had previously learned from Emily.

Kochou naturally knew too.

Abandoning one's own power.

That's why Nett, including Kochou, felt so moved.

At that moment, Dio could be said to be the weakest in history.

Yet it wasn't a flaw that humans could easily seize.

Kochou's eyes flashed with doubt, "Did Morimoto specifically inform you of this matter?"

"No, she wants to seize the chance to ascend to Paradise."

Phoenix Academy Maggie still slightly concealed the truth.

If Aozawa was sent to Paradise, her mother might not agree.

But if she said she also had a chance to ascend to Paradise, her mother would likely not oppose her teaming up with Morimoto Chiyoda.

"She wants to take a gamble with me."

"Is that so."

Kochou's face showed a thoughtful expression. She was contemplating whether to let her daughter join, as this operation carried great risk.

The reward was beyond imagination.

Kochou thought for a long time and lightly sighed, "You decide for yourself, if there's no chance, don't act rashly.

The Angel Envoy's power is beyond what humans can contend with.

Dio's ascension to Paradise is inevitable."

"Yes, don't worry, Mother."

Phoenix Academy Maggie bowed, she wouldn't act forcefully without hope.

She believed Morimoto Chiyoda held the same thought, opting to observe if there was no opportunity.

Kochou looked at Phoenix Academy Maggie, wanting to have some time alone as mother and daughter, but after brief contemplation, she found she couldn't think of anything to do with her daughter.

She was accustomed to being busy with extensive work and didn't know what her daughter might be interested in, or what she might want to do for fun?

"Tomorrow might erupt into a fierce battle; don't worry about the matters of the Imperial Court Retainers. Take a good rest, or hang out with friends."

Perhaps, being with friends rather than by her side could make her daughter feel more comfortable.

Phoenix Academy Maggie shook her head and asked, "Mother, can I sit here?"

"Sure."

Kochou nodded, her gaze returning to the document in front of her.

Phoenix Academy Maggie walked silently to the sofa and sat down. She was long accustomed to this way of interaction with her mother and didn't need to say much.

A mother-daughter relationship of this nature surpassed a thousand words.

A slight vibration came from her phone.

Phoenix Academy Maggie took it out, opened it, and found a photo sent by Ayatsuki Ayaka.

The backdrop was a basketball court, Ayatsuki Ayaka wearing a red basketball vest and knee-length shorts.

Then below was the sentence, "Maggie, look, I scored a three-pointer!"

Seeing the beaming smile, Phoenix Academy Maggie wanted to retort, yet couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy.

Not knowing anything can be a form of happiness.

After all, regarding matters of the Different World, even when humans know, it doesn't mean they can change anything.

"Yes, very impressive."

At this moment, Phoenix Academy Maggie was generous with her praise, exited the chat interface, and chose to message Aozawa.

"What are you doing?"

Then, she exited the chat interface again and messaged Little Sayuri and Makoto.

Right now, she didn't need to learn anything or do anything, naturally embracing the opportunity to chat freely.

Engaging until her desire to chat waned.

...

Time quietly slipped by.

The night deepened, the onslaught of messages finally approached an end, and Aozawa tossed his phone onto the nightstand.

He stayed alone in the bedroom, not being with Morimoto Chiyoda.

Who made Morimoto Chiyoda worried about someone launching a midnight attack akin to Pearl Harbor, resolutely deciding to sleep in separate rooms.

Aozawa's protest was futile, facing only the emptiness of the bedroom.

Clap, he switched off the light and used Shadow Emperor.

The darkness enveloping the room shifted, a Shadow Soldier matching his height and build lay in bed asleep.

The blanket covered the head, making it indistinguishable who lay in bed.

As long as he heard the door open or Morimoto Chiyoda's voice, the spider before the Shadow Soldier would silently disappear, informing Aozawa someone had entered.

At that time, he can use time stop to swap himself with the shadow soldiers.

Preparing in this way, Aozawa used Schrodinger's Cat, and his body gradually became semi-transparent, then connected to global travel, directly jumping to New York City Hall.

Unlike Tokyo's night, New York was in the morning, with bright sunlight pouring through the snow-white curtains.

In the room on the west side of City Hall, Jotaro Kujo was lying sideways on the somewhat small bed.

Aozawa used time suspension.

A gray-white filter covered the room, he quickly adjusted the relevant images for browsing, finding nothing amiss, he lifted the gamification ability.

Aozawa used the transformation ability to become the appearance of Jotaro Kujo, then lay down on the bed.

The gray-white filter quietly disappeared.

Aozawa pretended to be just waking up, stretched lazily, then got up.

He opened the door, the corridor appeared very spacious.

Voices and hurried footsteps floated from around the corner.

Everyone seemed very busy.

He followed the route seen on the screen towards the mayor's office.

Upon arrival, the mayor's assistant Hank got up from his seat, smiling, said: "Mr. Kujo, will you eat breakfast before heading to the airport, or eat on the plane?

We've reserved a first-class seat for you, which offers three meals a day."

"I'll eat in first class then."

Aozawa thought for a moment, the transformation ability still had a time limit.

If it's delayed too long, indeed it's not good, better to get to the flight early and set the gamification ability on the plane.

Hank nodded, "No problem, I'll arrange a vehicle for you promptly."

The office door opened, David stepped forward and said: "Jotaro, how did you sleep last night?"

"Hm, very well."

Aozawa nodded.

David patted his shoulder, "You must return alive, I'll treat you to a meal then."

"Don't worry, I'm not easy to deal with."

"I trust you."

David showed a smile, deciding to personally see Jotaro Kujo off to the plane.

...

The news of Jotaro Kujo's departure was first delivered to Air Force One.

Even though they already knew the flight Jotaro Kujo was taking, all movements had to be reported before he boarded the plane.

No matter how small the detail, they couldn't let it slip, details determine success.

But the person who received the news this time wasn't the Secretary of State but Deputy Secretary Jonathan.

He swiftly left his post, heading straight to the Air Force One hall, where the atmosphere was very grim.

Sturdy black-clad bodyguards occupied critical positions, not only employees from the Secret Service, but also some hired by the financial consortiums or senators privately.

Their eyes sharp, seemingly ready to kill any unusual enemy at any moment.

The current heads of the United States' five largest consortiums were all seated here, including major senators and representatives from the House.

Exaggeratedly, the highest echelons of the United States were gathered here.

Even the Secretary of State dared not cross his legs, respectfully sitting on the sofa next to the President. Upon seeing his deputy arrive, he knew it was related to Jotaro Kujo's news.

To ease the tense atmosphere, the Secretary of State spoke up, "What's the matter, speak here."

Jonathan quickly scanned the present dignitaries, respectfully answered, "Secretary, according to the CIA's info, Jotaro Kujo and David are riding together to the airport."

Upon receiving this information, Nett scanned the room, no longer silent, "Have you thought it through?"

With this, the room fell into a deathly silence again.

They unanimously believed intercepting Dio getting to Paradise had slim chances.

Yet Dio's relinquishing his power, this chance only comes once.

Miss this, don't even think about defeating Dio in the future.

The mere hope of defeating Dio was too tempting, unable to restrain the stirring heart.

But the consequences of failure were also a major factor causing their hesitation.

Considering from their standpoint and disposition, they absolutely wouldn't spare anyone who opposed them at crucial moments.

"This matter is too risky."

Nett gave a disdainful smile towards the Speaker of the House, "I thought the Speaker had some brilliant insights.

As President, I'm not afraid of dying, so what are you scared of?"

The Speaker wanted to retort, of course, you're not afraid, already halfway in the grave, success means gain.

Even if unsuccessful, it just means leaving early by a year or two, not much loss.

They're different.

They're still young, failure might mean living thirty, even fifty years less, considering future technology's visible potential in extending lifespan.

Yet these words went unsaid, only continuing to evaluate the gains and losses.

Nett felt a tinge of urgency, "All consequences I'll bear, you just need to cooperate with me.

If I can ascend to Paradise, it will be great for America, for you all."

The room remained dead silent, Nett took a deep breath, "Even if we don't oppose Dio, would he spare us?

Don't forget, Dio's attitude towards us isn't pleasant.

Opportunity only comes once, miss it and it's gone forever.

Trust me, with Noah's Ark's latest armor, we will win!"

"Alright."

The Senate Speaker conceded.

Others thought it over, also deciding to proceed with the plan, to take the risk.