Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

On the third floor, in a room near the west side.

Robert could hear the gunfire outside growing louder and louder, signifying that the boy was getting closer to this place.

Quicker than expected.

He thought to himself, his face showing not a hint of panic as he sat in the chair, chuckling, "Don't be nervous, sit down and have a cup of tea."

With that, he proactively picked up the teapot and poured Ruriko Yokoo a cup of black tea.

Two subordinates stood behind the Vulcan Machine Gun. One was responsible for shooting, while the other ensured the supply of ammunition belts.

Those unwilling to join the CIA, no matter how talented they were, had to die.

Robert set down the teapot and lifted his black tea to sip. The flavor of milk and sugar in the tea was sweet and mellow, delicious enough to make one's brain dance.

What excellent tea, Robert mused inwardly, setting down his cup and then picking up a strawberry daifuku from the plate.

Among Japanese desserts, he had a particular fondness for this fragrant and soft strawberry daifuku filled with matcha paste.

He chewed a few times, swallowing the bite.

BANG!

The sound of gunfire drew ever closer.

Here it comes... Robert thought to himself, a smile appearing on his face as he gazed at the doorway.

He relished this feeling of having everything under control.

A BANG sounded as the door burst open.

A CIA special agent stumbled into the room, his cheek marked with a black pattern.

Robert recognized it as a chrysanthemum at a glance and was somewhat surprised. He remembered that during missions, the man's face bore no patterns, and it was impossible for him to get such extensive tattoos in such a short time.

Moreover, the look of fear on his face was clearly abnormal. In front of the Vulcan Machine Gun, he should have been bolstered with psychological comfort, not wearing an expression of despair.

Robert asked sternly, "Why do you have patterns on your face? What happened?"

"Help, save me!"

The CIA special agent screamed in despair, his voice touched with madness, "Dio! Dio is here!"

"What did you say?!"

Robert sprang to his feet, stunned, the composure disappearing from his face, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The undignified scream made Ruriko Yokoo glance sideways, noticing the man who had maintained his composure and gentleness since the beginning. Now, his face bore an expression of utter shock, even fear. His hands were trembling.

The callous man who could sit and enjoy his tea while his subordinates died was actually so terrified of Dio?!

Was the man named Dio that terrifying?

Doubts flashed through her mind, but she found the answer in the next second.

Ruriko Yokoo noticed that the man who had been talking began to swell, the black patterns on his body quickly fissured.

In her stunned gaze,

BOOM! A fireball and black smoke exploded outward from within.

Every piece of flesh went up in the blast, turning to ash without a drop of blood spilling onto the ground. And the fireball and smoke dissipated at a visible speed. Everything at the doorway went back to normal.

Ruriko Yokoo was dumbfounded. A person had exploded before her without a drop of blood remaining. Has technology advanced this far?

This thought crossed her mind as a hand propped against the door frame, and a blond man appeared—tall, with a strange and uniquely alluring appearance.

Above, he wore a black, ring-like outfit. It extended from his neck to his abdomen, revealing strong muscles and skin so pale it was nearly transparent. Below were golden leather pants.

The man sported hair as shiny as gold. His facial features were sharp and distinct, his eyes as sharp as a blade. He combined masculinity and flirtatiousness, exuding an eerie vibe.

This was Dio!

Ruriko Yokoo, looking at the man before her, found even her breathing becoming labored.

Aozawa swept his gaze over the girl, speaking softly, "You should take a nap first."

Ruriko was not tired, but upon hearing his voice, it was as if she returned to her childhood, hearing her mother sing a lullaby. Her eyelids grew exceedingly heavy, slowly closing.

She fell into a deep slumber.

...

THUD, THUD.

Robert's heart was racing, his shock gradually subsiding. He took a deep breath. The target he had been seeking had appeared before him. There was nothing to be afraid of.

"Hello, nice to meet you for the first time, Mr. Dio, my name is..."

"I have no need to know the names of the dead."

Aozawa cut him off, his gaze shifting from the girl and sweeping over the three men.

Like a bucket of ice water had been poured over them.

The cold gaze almost scared the battle-hardened agents into pulling the trigger right then and there. But he was still a well-trained operative, and without orders from above, he didn't fire, merely swallowing nervously. The Vulcan Machine Gun, which used to give him a sense of security, now seemed unsafe.

"Dio, do you really think you can change the world just by killing? To change this world, to lead this world. There is only one correct and quick choice for you, which is the United States."

Robert gave up on introducing himself and attempted to sway Dio. "Only the City on the Hill can lead the nations of this world. Only if you become a resident of the City on the Hill, or even the President, can you achieve your ambitions and ideals. The order of this world will be determined by you; you are the bellwether of the civilized world."

"The civilized world? What a nauseating term. This world is not just the West."

Aozawa shook his head. He was tired of hearing such trumped-up talk about the civilized world. The wealth and power of the Western world are built on the blood and flesh of exploiting third-world countries. Once they can no longer harvest from these third-world nations, various problems will follow suit. Even the United States, often hailed as the beacon of the world, is no exception.

"The so-called civilized world you speak of is essentially a barbaric plunder, unrelated to civilization. The true civilized world is founded on mutually beneficial, equitable relationships."

"Heh, when a wolf eats a sheep, who can blame the wolf? The resources of the world are limited. It's necessary for us to allocate them."

Robert stretched out his hand and said, "You want to change all this, then join us, and redistribute the resources of this world."

"I refuse."

Aozawa spread his hands with an air of nonchalance.

Robert's face turned frosty as he said, "Then you'll just have to die here."

The moment his words ended, the man in front of the Vulcan Machine Gun could no longer contain his fear and, with a loud shout, pulled the trigger.

In just an instant, the gun barrel rotated. The whirring noise was the sound of bullets tearing through the air, and no one could see them. Their speed had already made them impossible to track.

A gray filter instantly covered the interior of the room.

Hundreds of bullets neared Aozawa.

Within the world where Time Suspension reigned, he could clearly see the trajectory of the bullets, from the gun barrel to his face—each one hanging in the air, looking like a rushing stream.

As expected of a machine gun—such exaggerated speed and number of bullets.

Aozawa thought to himself. He used his Marked Detonation Ability on his hands to mark those bullets and then advanced toward the Vulcan Machine Gun. With a slap of his right hand, he marked the Vulcan Machine Gun.

He felt that the Marked Detonation could tag all the buildings in Tokyo and then blow them up in one go.

Nine seconds passed.

Time resumed its flow, and the moment color returned to his vision, he thought of detonating them.

Black chrysanthemum patterns on each bullet and the pattern on the gun barrel all cracked in unison. The POP of the explosions was especially loud.

The small objects' explosions didn't look spectacular. But it was different for the Vulcan Machine Gun.

Brilliant flames burst outward from within the gun. Black smoke spread. The CIA agent operating the Vulcan Machine Gun, terrified, sat on the ground, his face filled with shock.

The agent responsible for feeding the ammo chain was equally stunned, the ammo chain in his hands exploding. But he wasn't harmed. The hand holding the ammo chain wasn't affected by the explosion.

Marked Detonation allowed for the complete destruction of the marked object without affecting other people or buildings. Only the parts that were recognized as part of the Vulcan Machine Gun would be destroyed.

Clearly, humans weren't judged as part of the Vulcan Machine Gun by Marked Detonation.

...

The two agents were stunned and showed no reaction.

Robert reacted swiftly. He drew his M500 revolver at the first opportunity and squeezed the trigger.

BANG!

The blast, almost tearing the eardrum, could punch a hole in an elephant. The terrifying recoil force was enough to break an ordinary person's arm. But Robert was a harshly trained agent, and his single-handed shooting didn't even waver.

In the blink of an eye, the cooldown for Time stop wasn't ready yet.

Aozawa couldn't see the bullet nor did he feel any pain. The state of Schrödinger's Cat was sufficient to render any bullet ineffective.

Robert was stunned.

Did I miss? But that couldn't be—at such a close range, I couldn't possibly miss.

Robert was very confident in his marksmanship. There was no possibility he had missed, which could only mean that Dio's Superpower was at play.

It could even stop a gun like this.

Cold sweat formed on Robert's forehead. He quickly discarded the gun and pulled out a silver-white dagger from his waist. This was a Demon-Expelling Dagger blessed with Holy Water. He took out a page from the Bible and hung the Cross he had previously concealed inside his clothing on his chest.

"Hey, I'm no demon."

Aozawa remarked, placing his hands on the heads of the CIA agents, who were now completely overwhelmed by fear.

Black chrysanthemum patterns enveloped their cheeks.

"No, don't."

Frozen by fear, they couldn't muster the strength to raise their hands or flee. Their voices emerged as helpless as lost lambs.

Aozawa remained indifferent.

The next second, splendid fireworks burst from inside them, black smoke billowed up and swiftly dissipated.

The two men disappeared from the world just like that.

Robert swallowed hard. This is clearly the work of a demon!

He took a deep breath, believing God would keep him safe. He was a citizen of the City on a Hill. I am one of God's children!

I must be able to use this crisis to break through and become a Superpower user.

He muttered under his breath, his face full of piety, "Heavenly Father, the kingdom, the glory, the power are all Yours. Please grant me courage, Amen!"