Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 772 - 770: America Has My Back

Ding~

The autumn wind brushed past the window on the third floor.

Inside the manga club, Phoenix Academy Maggie was discussing the plot of a manga with her two friends. When the phone chimed softly, their conversation was interrupted. Yoshikawa Sayuri smiled and said, "Is it a message from Aozawa?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie put down her chopsticks and pushed away Yoshikawa Sayuri, saying, "Don't peek!"

"Alright."

Yoshikawa Sayuri replied with a cheeky grin.

Phoenix Academy Maggie unlocked her phone and saw it was a message from Morimoto Chiyoda.

She frowned slightly and opened the message. It was a photo.

Behind Morimoto Chiyoda stood skeletons, guarding the king like loyal soldiers.

She held an unusually shaped longsword in her hand.

Phoenix Academy Maggie's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a foreboding feeling surged in her chest. The next message confirmed her premonition.

"Dear sister, look at the Noble Phantasm Frost Sorrow I acquired. Surely you got a Noble Phantasm too?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie's composure cracked, and a fleeting rage passed over her doll-like face.

Yoshikawa Sayuri and Nomura True Wave exchanged glances, sensing something was amiss.

"Maggie, who sent the message?"

Yoshikawa Sayuri asked cautiously.

Phoenix Academy Maggie replied expressionlessly, "It was Morimoto Chiyoda. She sent a message saying she got the Noble Phantasm Frost Sorrow."

"Wow, a Noble Phantasm?!"

Yoshikawa Sayuri and Nomura True Wave couldn't stay seated and got up to take a look.

Phoenix Academy Maggie quickly enlarged the picture to full screen, covering the message.

The two looked at the picture sent by Morimoto Chiyoda.

The sword seemed so cool, and the skeletons in the background were definitely not medical skeleton models.

"So impressive!"

Yoshikawa Sayuri instinctively exclaimed in awe.

Nomura True Wave patted her shoulder, signaling that sometimes it's best to read the room and keep certain thoughts to oneself.

Phoenix Academy Maggie sighed deeply and said, "Indeed, but this also proves the experts were wrong."

"That's right, they said there were forty-eight Noble Phantasms. Eleven were given away yesterday, maybe another eleven today. Maggie, you'll surely get one soon."

Yoshikawa Sayuri's encouragement didn't lift Phoenix Academy Maggie's spirits.

Even she's not sure about such things. Distributing Noble Phantasms isn't like an exam where you fill in blanks and whoever scores highest gets it.

Now it completely depends on Dio's preference. He decides who gets what.

Phoenix Academy Maggie slid the phone screen away, not letting them see anymore. She closed the picture and replied, "No."

She knew Morimoto Chiyoda was trying to show off.

But not replying would mean falling into her opponent's trap.

"Oh, is that so? Don't lose heart. Keep it up; at this rate, you have a good chance of getting a Noble Phantasm."

From the two-word reply, Morimoto Chiyoda could sense Phoenix Academy Maggie's current mood. She hadn't resisted being called a dear sister, which proved how tumultuous her thoughts were.

In Morimoto Chiyoda's heart, Ayatsuki Ayaka is the kind of sister who brings joy just by being doted on.

Phoenix Academy Maggie is the kind who provides joy when bullied.

The anger of the heiress always brought a smile to Morimoto Chiyoda's lips.

"I don't need your encouragement."

Phoenix Academy Maggie replied, her last stubbornness preventing her from using mealtime as an excuse to end the conversation.

She wouldn't escape from such things. If Morimoto Chiyoda wanted to chat, she would accompany her to the end.

However, Morimoto Chiyoda knew bullying had its limits and she shouldn't push Maggie too hard.

"Haha, I still have to report such matters above and test the power of Frost Sorrow, so I won't chat anymore."

Morimoto Chiyoda took the initiative to end the chat with Phoenix Academy Maggie, glancing at Riki in front of her, she smiled and said, "What do you think about this?"

"I need to go back and think about it."

Riki didn't respond immediately.

She trusted the professor, but some things are too impactful to digest quickly.

Today is Tuesday. According to the professor's deduction, on Monday Dio awakened a new ability, but what exactly is this ability?

To create these mysterious and powerful Noble Phantasms?

If so, it would truly be a god-like existence.

Riki marveled in her heart.

She couldn't imagine the kind of pressure the professor was under to make that guess.

All Riki could do was follow in the professor's footsteps and visit Brilliant High School first, to learn more about the professor's life.

...

All eleven Noble Phantasms were distributed, Aozawa vanishing into the shadows, using his catalyst sensing ability, quickly circled through several countries.

He found the participants of the four trials and bestowed the Noble Phantasms upon them, ultimately returning to Brilliant High School.

Aozawa emerged from the ground's shadows, assured by the non-existence state of Schrodinger's Cat that no one would notice.

His body drifted into the air, gazing at the school scenery below and then scanning the distant skyscrapers.

After contemplating, Aozawa used Global Travel to leap to New York.

He wanted to test whether Sky-reaching Fabrication could amplify his superpowers.

As for bringing all superpowers back to their peak, such a thing seemed a bit risky to him.

After all, using Sky-reaching Fabrication directly on himself seemed not quite right, but what if he used his superpowers first and then amplified them with Sky-reaching Fabrication?

That way, it wouldn't count as using it directly on himself, and he could achieve better, even more effective benefits.

It's like inserting a middleman between himself and gamification.

He looked towards the night in New York, neon lights adorned among tall buildings, revealing a unique charm symbolizing human transformation of nature.

Aozawa raised his hand, activated the ability of gamification, and then used Sky-reaching Fabrication, saying: "The range of gamification can cover all of America."

At the moment the words fell, he did not feel the expansion of the gamification range, but rather a sense of inefficiency.

Expanding gamification to such an extent has already surpassed the limits that Sky-reaching Fabrication could achieve.

Aozawa could only opt for the second-best, "The range of gamification covers half of the United States."

The powerless feeling still lingered in his heart, he retreated again, "The ability of gamification covers several states near New York State.

Namely Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey."

This time, he did not feel powerless, the range of gamification rapidly expanded, suddenly reaching a broader scope than initially.

Sky-reaching Fabrication could indeed amplify his ability.

Aozawa showed an excited expression, intending to use Will-o'-the-wisp to create void fluctuations, capturing the attention of the U.S. Army, thus attracting Mayor David forward.

...

Recently David has been very busy.

Since he obtained the Spear that Shines at the End, he has had unending banquets and endless drinks.

But he couldn't refuse those.

Behind every banquet is a representation of the investment of various countries' capital into New York.

It concerns the livelihood of millions of dockworkers.

David could only choose to attend their banquets and always keep the noble phantasm worn on his wrist to let those capitals clearly see something.

He felt like a tiger in a zoo, many who had never seen a tiger surged forward to watch.

Even at midnight, people's enthusiasm had not diminished, smiling faces surrounded him, he felt the smile on his face was about to stiffen into a mask, engraved on his cheeks, and didn't know how many glasses of champagne he had replaced.

When his expression became numb, the banquet hall door quietly opened.

Aaron, dressed like a policeman, stepped into the banquet hall, the splendid light from the top showered down, guests in lavish attire chatted with each other here.

Aaron disliked such occasions and knew that Mayor David didn't like them either.

He quickly passed through the crowd, found David surrounded in the middle, and whispered, "Mayor, the New York National Guard just sent a message, saying fluctuations related to Different World were detected in Buffalo.

I'm afraid monsters are about to strike, they hope you can intervene."

Upon hearing this, David's expression immediately became serious, placing the champagne on the table, he said to those around him, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have some matters to attend to, I'll go ahead."

Someone chuckled lightly, "Mayor David, with your strength, you should be able to kill the monsters right here."

"Indeed, the range of the Spear that Shines at the End is enough."

"Taking action here might involve everyone present, I'd better personally rush to the scene."

David casually found an excuse, believing that those present would not ignore their own safety and insist on him taking down the monster here.

Actually, he could take action here.

The distance wasn't beyond the range of the Spear that Shines at the End, but David really didn't want to continue staying with this group of people.

The splendid banquet hall, well-dressed guests, tables with endless food, and drinks.

In the past, that was his dream paradise.

Not now.

In his eyes, there's always a sense of awkwardness.

Perhaps it spoils the atmosphere, but he feels each piece of food here seems to permeate with flesh and blood.

Outside New York, countless people can't eat because of poverty, can't find jobs.

But here, though...

To change all this, he still needs to obtain a higher position.

"Makes sense, then I wish the Mayor good luck in battle here."

Upon hearing it might affect them, the guests present had no intention of continuing to watch the fun, just as David had expected.

Their lives are very precious, after all.

David nodded, left the banquet hall with Aaron, the light quickly turned glaring white, the air became silent.

New York City Hall has two exclusive helipads.

Among them, a military armed helicopter was parked, the middle hatch opened, David went up and sat down, saying: "Aaron, you stay here."

"Hey, please be careful."

"Don't worry."

David smiled a little, feeling the pressure also weighing heavily on him.

America only had him pass four trials, among the major countries, the number of treasure users is arguably the smallest.

If he loses, America will have no one to fill in.