Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 776 - 774: The Emperor Qin Shi Huang Awakened from the Past

The autumn sunlight filtered through the yellow leaves, falling on the back of the school building where there were no windows.

Arakawa Reina sat there, her black curls cascading down her shoulders, her full curves looking quite three-dimensional, not at all affected by gravity.

She maintained a classic duck-sitting position typical of girls, with a bountiful bento box placed on her lap.

Because of her employment by the Phoenix Academy Group, she had achieved financial freedom at a young age and no longer needed to save on lunch expenses for future college housing costs.

Arakawa Reina rented a place in advance, and her lunch meals became more lavish.

She wasn't fond of instant noodles and cheap bread. Given the choice to eat well, she naturally preferred more sumptuous meals.

Arakawa Reina checked the time and noticed that Mr. Aozawa was a bit late today, about five minutes slower than usual.

Was he chatting more with Hojo Shouko?

She narrowed her eyes slightly, wondering whether Hojo Shouko had the same intentions towards Mr. Aozawa as she did.

No matter what intentions she had, she was determined to get in the top three first.

Arakawa Reina pondered these thoughts.

The sound of footsteps on fallen leaves echoed in her ears as Aozawa returned with his bento, "Sorry for keeping you waiting, class rep."

"It's okay, it's just six minutes longer than usual."

Arakawa Reina wore a nonchalant smile, yet she could accurately point out the passage of time.

Which made Aozawa realize she was somewhat curious about how he had spent those six minutes.

But his time with Hojo Shouko was actually fixed?

Aozawa had always thought he spoke and chatted casually, never having any set duration.

Yet Arakawa Reina's observation suggested he did indeed spend a consistent amount of time there.

He pondered these thoughts and casually said, "Shouko obtained the Noble Phantasm, Heavenly Lock, so I stayed a bit longer."

"Eh, Hojo got a Noble Phantasm too?"

Arakawa Reina showed a trace of surprise and sighed, "Even Maggie hasn't obtained a Noble Phantasm yet, and she did."

"Maggie also obtained a Noble Phantasm this morning, the Sword of Promised Victory."

Aozawa replied.

Arakawa Reina smiled and said, "I see, that's great."

At this point, Arakawa Reina lightly frowned, clenched her fist encouragingly, and said, "Mr. Aozawa, don't worry. You'll get a Noble Phantasm soon too."

"Hmm, I'm not worried."

Aozawa smiled, having already calculated which Noble Phantasm he would get and when, seeing no need to rush.

Arakawa Reina smiled and said, "Actually, even without a Noble Phantasm, I believe Maggie and Iroha wouldn't feel any differently about you.

If it were me, there would be no wavering."

"Me too."

Aozawa smiled as he sat next to Arakawa Reina.

Arakawa Reina silently gripped her bento tighter, feeling somewhat twisted.

Knowing full well that a confession would yield good results, she still wished to confess before the young lady did, pinpointing the timing.

Attaining that twisted sense of pleasure.

Curse it. She clearly despised the plots in manga, yet going along with a manga-like storyline granted her unimaginable joy, as if bringing the virtual manga into reality.

In this struggle, Arakawa Reina opened her bento box.

...

After lunch, Aozawa didn't linger with Arakawa Reina but rather found an excuse for a nap.

He found a secluded spot, using the Schrodinger's Cat ability to gradually shift his body to a semi-transparent state, then invoking Global Travel to jump directly to London.

At this time, due to the time difference, it was a little past 5 AM in London, and the entire city was shrouded in a faint dimness, with streetlights no longer illuminating.

The former heart of the Empire on which the sun never sets now resembled an aged elder entering twilight, devoid of vigor.

From a bird's-eye view, the city exuded a hint of lifelessness.

Aozawa raised his hand to activate the gamification ability, coupling it with Sky-reaching Fabrication, "The gamification ability can extend across the whole of England."

In an instant, the entire UK was enveloped in gamification.

With the gamification ability, he could choose whether to participate, based solely on personal interest, so whenever he preferred not to step in, someone had to replace the antagonist role.

Who should be the antagonist?

He had already decided to bring historical figures into play.

Then, select four heinous individuals from London to serve as anchors, having them compete for the Holy Grail.

The protagonists would be the four invited Treasure Users.

The candidates, Aozawa had already decided.

Japan would be Hojo Shouko, the United States would be David.

The Eastern Great Nation would be Li Quangui.

France would be Charles André.

He didn't choose a Treasure User from the UK; having the French come to London was a bit of Aozawa's mischievous delight.

Having arranged things here, he could return to Tokyo to inform Shouko and the others.

Of course, receiving the notification didn't mean they had to rush to London; this would require Dio to endorse, involving bringing Emily into the picture.

Aozawa, contemplating his upcoming tasks, suddenly realized being a Director wasn't easy either.

Preparing actors, preparing the stage, these were responsibilities for the Director.

The only consolation was that once the movie was released, everything became worthwhile.

He was immersed in the gamification setting.

...

London, 6:30 AM.

Canary Wharf, at the apartments Waterscape Platinum Views, claimed to be London's highest residential area.

Sunlight invaded the top-floor living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows while the maid busied herself with the master's breakfast.

The master bedroom remained in darkness.

The drawn curtains blocking out the sunlight.

Lying on the bed is a very elderly man, appearing extremely aged, sleeping there with a home oxygen concentrator to ensure smooth breathing at night.

Beside the old man sleeps a plump woman in her thirties.

Knock, knock, a soft tapping on the door resounds.

"Master Soro, breakfast is ready."

The maid's voice reaches the bedroom, waking Soro, who is now ninety-two years old. He has always been a light sleeper, easily disturbed by the slightest noise.

But Soro does not resent such sleep.

Only at his age does one realize how luxurious it is to wake up each morning.

In the business world, he is a fearsome financial mogul, famed as the man who shorted the Bank of England.

In his youth, he was arrogant, filled with upward aspirations, disdainful of the old men above him.

Today, if he were to reflect, he would simply consider his younger self a naive kid.

Yet he does not dislike that naive kid, he even misses it dearly.

It was only such a naive kid who could possess grand ambitions.

Unlike now, he is mature, more experienced, but the instinct remaining in this body is just to keep living.

Soro has become extremely afraid of death, yet he does not wish to implant a Brain Bug.

In his view, if time permits, longevity should be pursued through safer, more reliable means.

The woman beside him wakes in sync, gently using her hand to support Soro's back, helping him get out of bed.

Today's machines are very advanced.

But for someone like Soro, he still prefers to train humans to become like machines.

No matter how intelligent a robot is, it is merely imitating humans, completely incomparable to a human being.

"Come here."

A deep and resonant voice echoes in Soro's ear. He is slightly taken aback, glancing sideways at the woman beside him.

Evelyn.

This is the name he gave the woman.

The deep, resonant voice just now clearly did not come from her mouth.

"Come here."

The voice continues to reverberate in his ear, and Soro scans the surroundings, whispering, "Who is speaking?"

"Master, no one is speaking."

Evelyn softly responds.

"No, someone is speaking, calling me over again!"

Soro mutters, getting up, intending to get out of bed.

Evelyn does not understand, yet still aids him considerately.

All the way to the door, Soro discovers that the voice is coming from his art collection room.

He steps forward.

Evelyn kindly reaches out to open the door, inside is an assortment of artworks that Soro acquired at high prices.

"Come here."

Soro is very certain, the voice is coming from a Bronze Sword unearthed from the Qin Dynasty.

Allegedly, this is a Bronze Sword crafted during Emperor Qin Shi Huang's era.

Soro steps forward cautiously.

Evelyn helps open the display case door.

"Grip me."

The voice from the Bronze Sword changes.

Soro's mood turns excited, yet somewhat hesitant.

He knows such an event is likely related to the Different World, or is like the local force of Xuanxiao.

Is it a heaven-sent opportunity? Or the beginning of a nightmare?

"Ha, ha."

Soro breathes heavily, even more thrilled than when shorting Thailand.

He ponders for a long time, reaching out to grip the Bronze Sword.

A slight sting emerges from his palm.

He quickly withdraws his hand, and the blood absorbed into the sword's hilt, then suddenly the rust on the sword's surface recedes.

The entire sword becomes dazzlingly bright.

Soro's eyes widen, as a mass of black mist suddenly rolls out from the Bronze Sword, scaring him back two steps.

The black mist quickly condenses into a stout body in front of him, its face and attire are extremely vague, occasionally revealing a hint of elaborate patterns.

"Excellent, join me in seizing the Holy Grail!"

A low voice emanates from the figure formed by the black mist. He raises his hand, and a wisp of black smoke swiftly enters Soro's body.

In an instant, he feels his heart pounding fierce, the withered skin on his body rapidly stretches, becomes lustrous, and restores to the appearance of his youth.

"No, it can't be?!"

Soro is shocked, staring at his hands, quickly touching his face, finding not a trace of wrinkles.

He turns his head to look at the glass of the display cabinet, vaguely able to see that his visage has returned to his early thirties, exuding a blend of handsomeness and the wisdom of an elder.

"Who are you?"

Soro swallows hard, his voice and expression revealing respect; he has finally realized his heartfelt desire, rejuvenation!

"I am Emperor Qin Shi Huang."

The black mist sways, the man states his identity, "In response to the call of the Holy Grail, from the distant past to the present.

You are the anchor point for me in this world."

Soro looks startled, "What is the Holy Grail?"

"A Noble Phantasm that can fulfill any wish, I wish to pass on the Empire of Great Qin for eternity."

The voice of Emperor Qin Shi Huang is thunderous.