Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 639 - 637: Only the Angel Envoy’s Life Matters

It's been a while since the early autumn arrived. The heat of summer gradually peeled away from the autumn, and the climate belonging to this season began to present itself.

A faint osmanthus fragrance drifted down from the branches into the courtyard, allowing every passing student to smell it.

The autumn sunlight was somewhat mild, as Aozawa walked around the main entrance of the building and headed towards the side.

The window of the Guzheng Club was open, and a girl with long black straight hair stood there giggling and said sweetly, "Aozawa-senpai~"

"Stop!"

Aozawa raised his hand to stop her from speaking further, looking at Natsuka Yanagimachi with her fawning expression, his eyes revealed a bit of suspicion and he said, "Be honest, what sneaky plan are you hatching in your mind?"

"Oh, come on, listen to what you're saying. Am I someone who hatches sneaky plans?"

Natsuka Yanagimachi twisted her slender waist, her chest quivered along with it, and her right hand naturally poked Aozawa's chest.

This little woman's posture directly scared Aozawa causing his hair to stand on end. He took a step back and said, "Just what are you plotting?"

Natsuka Yanagimachi's smile froze, and she was still thinking about how to express her request.

Behind her, Hojo Shouko decided to lend her friend a hand. She stepped forward and said, "Yesterday, Natsuka said on TV that she knows Phoenix Academy's Senior. Her younger brother wants her to help get an autograph."

"Haha, that's it. To avoid losing face, I agreed to that brat."

After a brief smile, Natsuka Yanagimachi quickly put on a pleading expression, clasping her hands together and said, "The almighty Aozawa-senpai, I can only plead for your mercy to help me get an autograph.

If not, I will surely lose face in front of that brat."

Aozawa felt speechless, but seeing Natsuka Yanagimachi looking eagerly at him, he couldn't refuse outright and nodded, "I'll see if Maggie can help with the autograph in the afternoon."

"Then I'll count on you. Please sign it in this notebook."

Natsuka Yanagimachi quickly took out a prepared notebook, displaying a cheeky smile.

Aozawa took the notebook.

Hojo Shouko also handed over today's bento and said, "Really sorry to trouble you, Aozawa-senpai."

"It's no problem."

Aozawa replied with a smile, chatted a bit more, then turned back to the school building, had lunch with Hojo Tetsuji on the rooftop, and headed to a secluded place on campus.

He was planning to attempt free flight, trying to see what the upper limits and speed of object manipulation were.

Previously, at home, he only did a rough test, and it wasn't feasible to test speed with dumbbells.

If he goes outside now, he can fully let loose.

If the speed is fast, then he must experience the feeling of sword-flying through the clouds.

...

Saitama Prefecture.

In the rarely-visited forest stood human-made buildings.

In front of the rectangular Armored Research Institute, a private helicopter was parked on the number one helipad.

The cabin door opened, and Iwasaki Yizo stepped down slowly with the help of a cane.

The head of the Armored Research Institute, Ishikura Tatsuo, stood there in a white lab coat. His hair wasn't tied up, looking messy, and his goatee stained with the soup he accidentally hit during lunch.

But he didn't mind at all.

Whether or not to dress up neatly depends on Ishikura Tatsuo's personal mood.

If he doesn't want to dress up, he won't bother.

"Mr. Iwasaki, you've arrived."

"Hmm."

Iwasaki Yizo nodded. His gradually deteriorating body couldn't wait any longer, and once the Brain Worm experiment yielded some results, he wanted to apply it to himself immediately.

Even though he knew, just waiting a little longer would make the Brain Worm Technology more mature.

But his body's reaction was telling him he might not live to see the day when the technology fully matures.

Due to the Takamagahara plan and the different world matters, he had been working long hours intensely, and recently couldn't remember when his eldest grandson had passed away.

The day before yesterday, he actually asked his servant why his eldest grandson wasn't at the table for breakfast.

The servant was astonished, seemingly unable to comprehend why he would ask such a question.

In reality, forgetfulness is normal for elderly people, just like that president in the United States.

But Iwasaki Yizo still found it terrifying. His eldest grandson wasn't just anyone, he was the one he adored most, yet such an important person, even his death was forgotten by him.

He needed others to remind him.

Iwasaki Yizo shot and killed the servant who exposed the truth, but he couldn't cover up the fact that he was gradually succumbing to dementia.

He felt the death goddess was about to embrace him, but he didn't want to have any contact with her.

Iwasaki Yizo decided to attempt transplanting a Brain Worm into his body to slow the deterioration of his bodily functions and death.

This was also why Ishikura Tatsuo personally welcomed him at the door. He was someone who loved research and respected every experimental subject.

Ishikura Tatsuo led him through complex verification procedures and then took the elevator to the first underground level.

The elevator door opened to reveal a round hall, and among the passages numbered one to six, Ishikura Tatsuo led Iwasaki Yizo to the sixth passage.

On the way, Ishikura Tatsuo began to reassure him, "We have preliminarily managed to use a chip to control the actions of the Brain Worm, ensuring it only remains at secreting beneficial fluids."

Iwasaki Yizo nodded and asked, "How is the survival of the experimental subjects?"

"Please have a look."

In Ishikura Tatsuo's view, rather than explaining in words, it was better to directly show the activity of the experimental subjects to this guest.

...

At the end of passage six is a circular glass wall, behind which are rooms equipped with single beds and toilets.

Iwasaki Yizo peers through the glass, able to see the experimental subjects inside.

There are men and women, ranging from old to young, with diverse skin colors.

The origins of these people are quite complex.

Some have run away from home out of anger, others are refugees from war, and some are children sold by unscrupulous parents for money, all bought by Iwasaki Yizo from various underground smugglers.

For the convenience of the researchers' observations, none of them are wearing clothes, living like people from primitive societies inside.

The Brain Bugs are either attached to the back or to the thighs, chest, and so forth.

Ishikura Tatsuo attempted Brain Bug transplantations in various critical areas of the body, concluding that relocation to any part is feasible.

Iwasaki Yizo mainly focuses on the aging individual.

The other appears to be around his age, with a Brain Bug implanted on his back; he walks with vigor, showing no signs of aging.

This energetic display was why Iwasaki Yizo decided to try the implantation after watching a video before.

"Is there really no harm?"

Out of caution, Iwasaki Yizo still asks the question.

Ishikura Tatsuo truthfully answers: "For those who successfully had Brain Bug implants, no harm has been detected so far, only benefits."

He cannot be 100% certain about the future aspect.

The main issue is the discovery was too recent, from detection to application, it's obviously impossible to predict future outcomes in such a short timeframe.

"If you feel it's not safe, you can wait a few more years."

"I can't wait any longer."

Iwasaki Yizo shakes his head, looking at the old man behind the glass wall, then down at himself, his aged hands unable to grasp fire or feel strength.

The weakness disgusts him.

"Let's proceed with the transplantation surgery."

Upon receiving his response, Ishikura Tatsuo is elated, saying with a smile, "Great, please follow us."

Iwasaki Yizo turns and leaves passage six with Ishikura Tatsuo, entering passage three.

The lights here still cast a cold hue, the walls and ceiling suggesting the feeling of a sci-fi blockbuster.

Each passage in the institute serves different purposes.

Passage three is specifically for Brain Bug transplantation experiments.

The air is dense with the smell of disinfectant, which Iwasaki Yizo strongly dislikes, reminding him of hospitals, the utmost bane for elderly individuals.

A side door suddenly opens, releasing a strong scent of blood that disrupts the disinfectant smell.

Iwasaki Yizo instinctively turns, seeing on the surgical table behind the door a Brain Bug of extraordinary size, faintly perceiving a human hand pinned beneath.

Blood is splattered all over.

Two researchers rush out, with the one on the left speaking upon seeing Ishikura Tatsuo: "Director, during the implantation process, Experiment Subject No. 23 faced an accident, devoured by the chip-controlled Brain Bug due to excessive force."

"Make sure to record it first,"

Ishikura Tatsuo responds casually, then turns to Iwasaki Yizo, smiling, "No need to worry, I'll personally conduct the Brain Bug implantation this time, with an 80% success rate."

Iwasaki Yizo purses his lips.

The chip-implanted Brain Bugs are obedient, but they lose their instinct, easily transforming the host intended to remain unharmed into food.

As for implanting first, then installing the chip afterward, it's simply not doable.

Because to install a chip, the Brain Bug must be anesthetized.

But when parasitizing a human body, under anesthesia, Brain Bugs draw nutrients from the host to counteract the sedative.

The ultimate result is both the Brain Bug being anesthetized and the human body being completely drained.

Only by installing the chip onto the Brain Bug in advance can attempts at human transplantation be made.

However, human transplantation is an extremely meticulous task; deprived of instinct, Brain Bugs greatly rely on human and computer manipulation, with the slightest error risking human life.

This is the risk Iwasaki Yizo must bear presently; breaking through this barrier, it's unclear how long it might take.

Iwasaki Yizo can only take a deep breath, the mixed scent of blood and disinfectant fueling his aged body with youthful resolve, "Let's go!"

He decides to continue with the attempt.

Life and death are matters of fate; yet, he refuses to trust fate.

Or rather, he only wishes to believe in the millennium life of the Angel Envoys, as mortal fates don't warrant his trust.

Ishikura Tatsuo leads him into an unused laboratory.

The chip-implanted Brain Bug is kept in a square glass box, with the surgical lights on, lending a somewhat chilly aura to the operation table.

Ishikura Tatsuo inquires, "Where would you like the Brain Bug implanted, on your back or somewhere else?"

"On my back."

Iwasaki Yizo wants to test the Smart Armor after the Brain Bug implantation.

Ishikura Tatsuo says solemnly, "Alright, no problem, please lie down.

Don't worry, once you awaken, you'll feel youthful again."