Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 779 - 777: Randomly Selecting the First Eliminated Contestant

Hojo Shouko was on a civilian airplane for the first time.

The CIA booked her a first-class ticket. The environment was excellent, with champagne, drinks, delicious Western dishes, and fruit, all expenses covered by the CIA.

The seats were not cramped like ordinary seats and could be reclined for sleeping.

She lay down to sleep for a while, and when she woke up, she had already arrived in London.

The weather in London wasn't very good today.

The sky was overcast, as if a storm was about to break.

Hojo Shouko was a bit surprised that she had slept for over ten hours straight.

She disembarked from the first-class VIP channel, where a red carpet was laid out, and at the end of the carpet stood a middle-aged man with blonde hair.

He wore a well-tailored suit and was accompanied by four sharp-eyed CIA agents.

"You must be Ms. Hojo. I'm Jack. Morimoto should have told you that in London, your accommodations, meals, and stays will be handled by me."

Jack wore a broad smile, but inwardly had no desire to be involved in the Holy Grail competition.

For an ordinary person like him to get involved in the Holy Grail contest was like an ant being tossed into a storm.

But the higher-ups obviously wouldn't consider his life or death, only the benefits.

If by any chance Hojo Shouko won the Holy Grail, what kind of wish could bring the upper echelon the greatest advantage?

It would naturally be a wish related to the world.

In the eyes of the top brass, Jack's good relations with Japan's Treasure Users could justify him morally coercing the other party to make a wish beneficial to the world.

As long as it was beneficial, those in power with vast resources would certainly benefit more than others.

But Jack was well aware that he simply didn't have what it took.

He didn't dare openly express his incompetence to the higher-ups; if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his position as the head of the CIA Japanese Branch.

Jack could only grit his teeth and agree.

"Hello, thank you for your trouble."

Hojo Shouko bowed.

Jack smiled and said, "Alright, let's head to your residence to get some rest first, then think about how to defeat others and win the Holy Grail."

"Alright."

Hojo Shouko followed him to the car and they drove away from the airport.

...

Canary Wharf, Waterside Platinum Towers Top Floor.

A rejuvenated Soro displayed vigor unlike in his old age; he no longer needed to feel his way around and instead could choose to charge straight in!

After an intense exchange with Evelyn, he watched as she lay there, unable to stand, her face flushed.

The beads of sweat on her fair back proved how intense the battle had been.

Soro felt a genuine sense of accomplishment from conquest.

This primitive act felt more satisfying than any business success.

But Soro didn't fully indulge in it.

He got up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up his phone, and quickly dialed his son, asking if there was any news on other participants in the Holy Grail competition.

According to Emperor Qin Shi Huang, he needed to find and defeat other candidates to possess the Holy Grail.

No, more accurately, it's Emperor Qin Shi Huang who would have the Holy Grail; he was just assisting Emperor Qin Shi Huang.

However, Emperor Qin Shi Huang had promised him that as long as the Great Qin Empire stood tall on this planet again, he would surely hold the rank of Prime Minister.

This Prime Minister not only assisted in handling state affairs but also had extraordinary powers and an extended lifespan equivalent to his status.

For Soro, that was enough; he didn't delude himself into thinking he could obtain the Holy Grail.

In the end, he was merely a pivot for Emperor Qin Shi Huang, rejuvenated but lacking special powers, only able to leverage his vast network to find selected individuals.

"Father, I need a little more time. I'll meet with the Secretary of State shortly."

"Alright, give me an answer as soon as possible!"

Soro hung up, not mentioning anything about the Holy Grail, substituting everything with code phrases.

He knew London was also under CIA surveillance.

Soro had connections in the United States.

But he couldn't be sure if within these connections there were any facing similar circumstances as he was.

The matter involved the interests of longevity, so he had to be cautious and not expose himself prematurely.

He could only probe the enemy in a subtle manner and engaging with Evelyn wasn't because he found her especially attractive, but solely to avoid others.

Once the matter of his rejuvenation was exposed, others would naturally know he had been chosen by the Holy Grail.

Soro didn't understand the saying that the tallest trees catch the wind but knew that, in trading, those who went all-in too early often lost everything.

His business approach was to remain hidden, making no moves until he would strike with thunderous means, leaving no chance for opponents to recover.

...

Soon, intelligence was delivered to Soro. He reviewed it in advance, thinking about how to report it, before knocking on the door of the art collection room.

"Your Majesty, the intelligence has arrived."

Soro's voice was filled with respect.

The door to the art collection room opened silently, revealing an expansive space of a full one hundred and eighty square meters.

Cabinets displayed antiques from various countries, and famous paintings by Van Gogh and others hung on the walls.

There were also several ink paintings.

The entirety of Emperor Qin Shi Huang, cloaked in black mist, was admiring the ink paintings.

His clothes and face were shrouded in the emerging black mist, giving him a somewhat ethereal appearance. Occasionally, gaps in the mist revealed intricate patterns that flashed by.

"Speak."

Emperor Qin Shi Huang's words were succinct.

Soro's expression became increasingly respectful. Not only had he become younger, but his status had also diminished, akin to that of youth. He spoke softly, "As of now, there are eight individuals.

We can identify four candidates: David from the United States, Hojo Shouko from Japan, Li Quangui from China, and Charles André from France.

David's Noble Phantasm is called the Spear that Shines at the End, boasting considerable power, capable of long-range strikes thousands of miles distant, claiming to have the longest attack range of any Noble Phantasm.

Hojo Shouko's Noble Phantasm is called the Heavenly Lock; its ability allows summoning chains to bind enemies. The strength and binding force are unknown as she has hardly tested it.

Li Quangui's Noble Phantasm is the Purple Ying Sword, moves like Thunder, can be controlled freely, with a top speed reaching Mach 31.

Charles' Noble Phantasm is the Durandal Sword, excellent in close-range, able to launch continuous attacks, making it strong in melee combat.

Including us, there are still three individuals in unknown circumstances.

I suspect they, like you, have been anchored from the past to manifest in this era."

Soro paused and continued, "Those wielding Noble Phantasms are likely these four. Should we monitor them?

"Too much surveillance is unnecessary; it will only expose you."

Emperor Qin Shi Huang shook his head slightly, "Just wait quietly; someone will inevitably become restless and probe."

Soro reflected, realizing his impatience, and said softly, "Alright, I'll warn my subordinates not to do anything unnecessary."

"Dismissed."

"Yes."

Soro exited the art collection chamber, shut the door, and wiped the sweat from his brow, finally understanding the saying, "Being close to the Emperor is like being close to a tiger."

Earlier, when he made a mistake in suggestion, he almost thought he had provoked the Emperor's wrath.

Luckily, the Emperor seemed receptive to hearing others' opinions.

Soro decided to call his son, telling him not to make any rash moves and to watch how events unfold.

...

The overcast skies in St. John's Wood cast a dull hue even on the stained glass windows.

The lights were already on in the hall. Former Prime Minister Will sat on the sofa, his golden hair neatly groomed in contrast to the wild mane the public usually saw.

His expression remained relatively unchanged, his suit-clad figure seated with his right foot tapping restlessly.

He anxiously awaited a call from a friend.

Even after stepping down as Prime Minister, he retained some influence and connections internally.

Will intended to investigate some matters and still had the means to find things out.

After all, he resided in London, and not inquiring about matters related to the Holy Grail would seem odd.

As the phone failed to ring, Will heard footsteps from the stairs, glancing back quickly.

A tall, blond man descended from the second floor, his regal visage complemented by a single ponytail of golden hair trailing behind.

He wore a pure white armor etched with intricate golden patterns, a sword at his waist.

"Sire, why have you come down?"

Will hastily rose, offering excuses, "I'm still gathering information; an accurate report is imminent."

"No need, I've already sensed someone's location."

Aozawa spoke as Alexander.

With some time before curfew in Tokyo, he planned to seize this moment to unleash the first battle of the Holy Grail War.

Who to eliminate first had already been decided; Charles would be the initial target.

"Is that so?"

Will appeared surprised but murmured internally, wondering why Alexander would need him to investigate if he possessed such talents.

Despite his inner grumbling, Will refrained from speaking out and instead expressed excitement, "Where should we head?"

With closed eyes, Aozawa feigned sensing before announcing, "Head south first; I feel peculiar fluctuations there."

"Okay, I'll prepare the car right away!"

Will nodded decisively, bursting with excitement; this was Alexander!

He was confident that with Alexander's power, the Holy Grail would surely be theirs.

Imagining the rebirth of the great Alexander Empire, he, as a collaborator, could at least hope for a general's position.

Perhaps even seeing England fall back under his rule.

If Alexander ruled the world, controlling a small England wouldn't be excessive.

Those opposing parliamentarians, the very populace who blamed him for Brexit despite the referendum's result.

When he ascended again, all rebels would be hung!

Will's thoughts were extreme, viewing all dissenters as enemies to be vanquished.

He dashed outside.

The open door revealed the grim sky. Aozawa strode out, feeling the weather perfectly echoed the heavy atmosphere before a battle's onset.