Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 767 - 765: A World Turned Upside Down

The White House was nearly completed and ready for routine office work, yet Nate had lingering fears and chose not to return to the White House, instead staying aboard Air Force One.

Unlike Nate, Mara insisted that her speeches, including news conferences, must be held at the White House.

Mara dreamed of sitting in the top position of the White House.

As the first female president in history took the stage, the venue could only be the White House.

It was the supreme honor she wanted to attain.

The Secretary of State naturally wouldn't refuse her a small request like this and promptly informed various media outlets to gather on the White House lawn.

The previous scorched marks were gone, replaced by bright lights casting over the emerald green lawn, with rows of chairs set up there.

The four major television networks were given the right to broadcast live, and some influencers from new media were invited to livestream the event online.

After all, this press conference needed to reach everyone, to appease the public as much as possible.

Secret Service agents were fully armed, carefully watching for any disturbances.

Mara donned a women's suit, tidied her long hair, and even considered applying exquisite makeup on her face.

The Secretary of State had to remind her that since the president just died, there was no need for refined makeup.

Mara abandoned the idea of makeup.

The relevant script was handed to her, and after a quick glance, she expressed surprising disbelief: "Oh, so President Nate perished doing such a thing.

Tsk, what's the real truth?"

Mara turned her head, unwilling to believe what the script said.

The Secretary of State replied, "President Nate died while attempting to seize a chance to ascend to Paradise; the jet he piloted was unfortunately hit by a monster, dying on the spot."

"So that's how it is."

Mara nodded, convinced it was true.

She went outside, not continuing to glance at the script's contents, and, surrounded by the Secretary of State and others, headed to the podium.

Mara didn't quite understand why the conference had to be held outside.

A burst of camera flashes lit up before her, as journalists were eager to rush up and pose questions right to her face.

"Why isn't Mr. President showing up?!" "What was that spectacle just now?!"

Mara reached the podium, pinching her thigh with her right hand, and said with a grave expression, "Please quiet down, everyone. I am here to announce a sorrowful event.

President Nate has unfortunately died in battle with a monster while piloting a jet. I will now take over the presidential position.

As for everything that just happened, it was related to a Different World, but please do not panic; all crises have been properly resolved."

"How did the government resolve this?" "What really happened that was related to a Different World?" "Has everything truly ended?"

The journalists kept questioning one after another, uninterested in whether Nate was dead or alive; they only concerned themselves with what exactly happened just now, and whether the crisis had truly passed as Mara claimed.

"Please rest assured, everyone."

Mara repeated once more and turned the page of the script.

In her haste, she couldn't possibly memorize every detail of the speech, and read aloud: "The specific details will be explained by the Holy Son David."

She recited the words from the script, feeling a sinking feeling in her heart.

Regarding this formidable competitor for next year, Mara naturally didn't want to let him steal the spotlight, overshadowing herself.

Yet, her habit of reading the script directly led her to read out loud the contents on it.

Mara also understood that not letting her review the script in advance was a small trick from the Secretary of State.

Civil servants loved to pull this trick on their superiors.

The camera quickly shifted to the other side.

David emerged from the White House.

He wore a very dark suit, which made his skin appear somewhat fairer under that attire, had a crew cut, and wore a gold ring with intricate engravings on his right hand.

David didn't want to lie or deceive, but he knew the recent events were too shocking.

If he informed the public directly, it could potentially cause panic to some extent.

He was no longer a novice, understanding well that one should never underestimate the boldness of evildoers.

If one thinks simply acknowledging the existence of God could rid the world of evil deeds, that's naively optimistic.

Unrealizable desires, poverty-stricken lives—there are too many reasons that lead people astray.

He couldn't rely on the world becoming prosperous and beautiful in an instant.

"Everything has been resolved, please don't worry, as for the evidence, let me show you here."'

David said this, lifting his right hand adorned with the golden ring, and softly said, "Spear that Shines at the End."

He pronounced the true name of the Noble Phantasm, and the golden ring suddenly emitted a burst of light.

Upon witnessing this, the journalists present all showed astonishment on their faces; they had heard of many supernatural events, yet it was their first time personally witnessing supernatural powers.

At the same time, those watching the livestream widened their eyes.

This was live on air!

They could confirm, the emitted light was not some special effect.

In their eyes, beams of golden light swirled in David's hands, coalescing into a form resembling a spear.

David grasped the spear with his right hand.

"No matter what happens, I will protect America and safeguard the peace of this world."

He let go of the Holy Spear in his hand.

The golden Holy Spear fell onto the ground before everyone, upon which the ground rippled with golden vortices, spreading outward in circles.

Not just those journalists, even the newly appointed President Mara looked dumbfounded.

She had only one thought in her mind, which was that with the upcoming election next year, she feared she might lose. Who could compete for public favor with someone like this?

The golden vortices spread up to ten meters away, and suddenly, countless streams of light surged upward in a spiral, rising into the sky, stretching easily over a hundred meters.

David once again grasped the Holy Spear, with just a thought, those rays of light could disperse, purifying the filth he wished to cleanse.

Whether it be mountains or villains, the furthest range of attack spans from New York to Florida, a whole thousand kilometers!

David did not release the Holy Spear, he spoke: "We fought against monsters from a Different World, achieved victory, and gained new powers, Noble Phantasms.

This is the proof."

"Holy Son!"

A reporter suddenly called out loudly.

Immediately triggering a frenzied shout from the rest of the reporters.

At this moment, regardless of which company they belonged to or whom they worked for, it had all become irrelevant.

Those present needed to unleash the excitement in their hearts in this manner.

"I am merely following God's will, God loves all people!"

David responded to their calls.

He attributed his possession of the Noble Phantasms to God's gift.

As for what the Secretary of State and others mentioned about Dio, David did not believe the other was God; it could also be that he was chosen by God.

Perhaps he was the Messiah walking the earth.

In his heart, God had already become an illusory, omnipotent image, impossible to have any tangible form.

...

The White House's press conference quickly spread across the internet to various countries.

Naturally, it triggered a splendid frenzy, countless flattering and praising words, making one's skin crawl even through the computer screen.

"Wow, so amazing!"

Ayatsuki Ayaka watched the short video, only feeling that David's Spear that Shines at the End was really cool.

Her eyes flashed with a touch of envy, she sighed: "Eh, if only I could have some Noble Phantasm too."

Due to Dio ascending to Paradise, schools including companies were on holiday today, people didn't need to work, and children didn't need to go to school.

Everything starts tomorrow.

"Stop dreaming."

Ayaka unmercifully struck at her sister, "Participating in the four trials and having a superpower is already the biggest luck of your life."

"What's going on?"

In the kitchen, mother Saika carried a plate of peeled fruits, preparing to let the sisters and husband eat while watching.

Upon hearing Ayaka's quick mouth, she immediately realized something was off, her eyes became somewhat sharp as she put down the plate and said: "Are you hiding anything from me?"

Ayaka covered her mouth, blaming herself for being quick-tongued, forgetting that their parents weren't at work today.

"Let Ayatsuki explain to you."

She quickly sat down, pretending to eat fruits as if she knew nothing.

Ayatsuki Ayaka glared at her sister who put her in a difficult position, she could only reveal her possession of a superpower and participation in the four trials.

Finally, she added: "We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry, Sister Ayaka and I didn't say anything."

"Are you saying I, as your mother, am useless?"

"Mom, of course not."

"Then why didn't you say something?!"

Saika angrily scolded Ayatsuki Ayaka on the spot.

Making her wish she could shrink into a turtle shell, hiding somewhere.

After nagging for a while, father spoke up: "Alright, I think our daughter realizes her mistake, you don't need to continue scolding her."

"Mm, mm."

Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded quickly like a pecking chicken, echoing her father's words, "Mom, I know I'm wrong, next time I'll definitely tell you if anything happens."

Saika still wanted to speak.

The atmosphere suddenly flickered with light, as the four of them looked on in surprise, a gun floated in the air, entirely crimson like blood, yet exuding a cold jade-like texture.

"This is the Noble Phantasm Sister Chitose mentioned!"

Ayatsuki Ayaka jumped up, full of excitement, glancing at Ayaka, "Hehe."

Ayaka said harshly: "Who said it's your Noble Phantasm, maybe it's mine."

"Hehe, then try to take it."

Ayatsuki Ayaka stood with hands on her waist, her smile growing more smug.

Ayaka raised an eyebrow, gritting her teeth, "I'll try."

She reached out to touch the blood-red gun, and immediately felt a tingly sensation like an electric shock.

"Ouch!"

Ayaka quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes showed a hint of fear, "There's electricity on it."

"Hahaha!"

Ayatsuki Ayaka laughed loudly, utterly smug.

Saika couldn't bear to watch, slapped the back of her head, scolding: "Stop laughing, you try."

"Oh."

Ayatsuki Ayaka, beaten down by her mother's slap, reached for the red gun like a wilting eggplant.

As her right hand grasped it, a voice seemed to echo by her ear, "The Spear of Death that Pierces Through."

Ayatsuki Ayaka remembered Sister Chitose saying, only by saying the name of the Noble Phantasm can its power be unleashed.

"I really want to try the power of this gun."