Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 642 - 640: Commencing the Ascent to the Altar

Rumbling, more than a dozen armed helicopters tore through the blue sky, flying in from the horizon. Bathed in sunlight, their fuselages gleamed with a sharp metallic sheen, and the shadows they cast on the ground stretched quickly, as if foretelling an impending storm.

Pilot Reynard arrived at the designated coordinates above, but he did not see the floating Armored Research Institute. He glanced downward.

An obvious look of astonishment appeared on his face.

In this coordinate range, the ground was bare, with a noticeable depression.

In the center was a spiraling stone mountain, devoid of any vegetation, with no sign of people in sight.

He scanned the scene again and circled the stone mountain, discovering the remnants of buildings hidden at the mountain's base on the back side.

Judging by the shape alone, it resembled a wine bottle, with an evident passage connecting to a circular hall.

Apart from that, nothing else appeared on this barren land.

What happened?

A flicker of doubt crossed Reynard's mind. He couldn't understand it, but he knew what he had to do now. He immediately reported the situation here to Air Force Command.

"Roger that, land at your current location immediately. We will send people over to investigate the situation shortly."

"What if the enemy is still here?"

Reynard let out a discontented cry.

He felt that the person at Command was a total idiot for not considering the lives of the front-line pilots.

If it was to sacrifice for the United States, Reynard was prepared for that. After all, most pilots possessed such awareness. But that didn't mean he was willing to die in vain.

It's evidently a phenomenon caused by unknown forces from the Different World, and given the current situation, landing the helicopters on the ground would likely result in an easy defeat by the opponent.

"Then hover above, do not leave, the main force is coming soon."

"Alright."

Hearing that he didn't need to land, Reynard nodded in agreement. In the air, at least he still had the power to fight back and hope to escape.

Even if hope was scarce, it was still hope.

Reynard wasn't someone who was afraid of death; the quality of a pilot rendered him incapable of blindly following hopeless orders from Command.

Only someone with a missing brainstem could come up with such a stupid approach as to have pilots fight on the ground.

...

Soon, the happenings at the Armored Research Institute were reported to Kochou with utmost urgency.

The CIA did not conceal anything because the Takamagahara Plan was originally led by Iwasaki Yizo. He died in the research institute, and the matter of who would take over the Takamagahara Plan was one that needed discussion.

The United States couldn't possibly hide this from Kochou and arbitrarily decide on the next person to take over the Takamagahara Plan.

Kochou picked up the report and read the words and on-site photos carefully.

The entire layout was circular.

According to measurements, the sunken land was three meters deep, spanning a two-kilometer radius.

Comparing it with previous photos of the Armored Research Institute, it was evident that there were still several mountains outside the research institute, lush with greenery.

Looking at the current photos, there was no trace of green or any mountains.

Only a spiraling stone mountain that wasn't supposed to exist.

According to the report, the U.S. Army was attempting to excavate this stone mountain, but the surface soil was extremely consolidated, as hard as steel.

The U.S. Army found it challenging to excavate and was attempting to use a shield machine to dig.

Such actions weren't out of a desire to save any data or people inside but were purely for research purposes.

Any remnants left by mysterious forces causing mysterious events were worth American investment in research.

Maybe they could discover something useful.

They were willing to gamble on the odds.

Kochou put down the report, her beautiful cheeks filled with gravity.

Iwasaki Yizo was now the head of the five major consortiums, holding a high position of power, an old and cunning fellow who often clashed with Kochou in secret. Yet, on the surface, both sides seemed to get along amicably.

In her heart, Kochou often wished for his quick death, to avoid hindering her plans.

But upon hearing of his death, a tinge of melancholy rose within her heart.

If he died of old age, she would clap her hands in praise.

But this manner of death made it impossible for Kochou to feel any joy in her heart.

Even great power remains insignificant in the face of forces from the Different World.

Yet no matter how much she wished to pursue such power, Kochou couldn't obtain it. She could only slowly excavate those powers through existing technological means.

But it was too slow.

Could she truly witness the changes brought by technology in her lifetime?

Such pressure loomed over Kochou's mind, prompting her to close her eyes and lean back in her chair.

After a while, she opened her eyes, erasing all hesitation and confusion from her face, leaving only cold determination.

Now that Iwasaki Yizo was dead, the five major consortiums lacked a leader capable of uniting others, which meant it was the perfect time for her, the Prime Minister, to exert her influence.

Kochou decided to seize this opportunity to bring the five major consortiums under her wing, clarifying the hierarchical relationship between them, and dispelling any thoughts they had of continuing to coexist with her as equals, to bring power into her grasp.

Only the highest authority can bring one closer to the extraordinary.

She pressed the button on the desk phone and said, "Call the heads of the four major consortiums, and have Iwasaki Sousuke meet me at Lian Cui Nan.

Tell them I have something important to discuss with them."

"Yes, Prime Minister."

The Prime Minister's Aide outside responded affirmatively.

Kochou continued to pick up the documents on the desk, handling the state affairs of this country.

...

At the Mount Fuji Ruins, the US military base once stationed here had been dismantled, leaving the ground flat with no plans to build houses.

With the loss of Mount Fuji, a famous scenic spot, the numerous hotels that once surrounded it started closing down one by one.

A large number of businesses withdrew, and the decrease in tourists made the once-renowned Five Lakes of Mount Fuji grow quiet.

The autumn sunlight glimmered on the surface of Kawaguchi Lake, with both sides of the trees showing a pale yellow hue.

Aozawa appeared under the tree shadows, looking at the serene, expansive surface of Kawaguchi Lake.

It's said that Kawaguchi Lake covers an area of 5.63 square kilometers, with a depth of 21.8 meters.

He squatted down, and with a touch of his right hand on the lake's surface, his Free Flight ability could radiate across the entire Kawaguchi Lake.

Aozawa didn't immediately let Kawaguchi Lake float up but moved to the next lake, Lake Yamanaka.

Among the Five Lakes of Mount Fuji, this is the largest, covering 6.36 square kilometers, and with a depth of 16 meters.

Aozawa reached his hand into the water again and then jumped to the next lake.

According to Aozawa's plan, he intended to siphon all the lake water from the Five Lakes of Mount Fuji into the air.

Then, he would release the altar stored in the Shadow World, creating a mysterious floating altar scene.

Using his ability to create a visible miracle.

He touched all of the Five Lakes of Mount Fuji, then went into a deserted shadow, raised his hand, and black lines gathered from all directions, weaving into a book and a pen before him.

Aozawa picked up the pen, and the Book of Destiny automatically opened. He began writing the forthcoming fate in the blank space.

"At 1:20 in the afternoon, not a single person would be on a boat on the surface of the Five Lakes of Mount Fuji, as suddenly, a blaze of white light, 3,700 meters above the original Mount Fuji Ruins, swept across the Japanese skies.

After a second of intense light, all military satellites floating in space were destroyed."

Aozawa wrote down this segment of fate, knowing that if he wanted to sword-fly through the clouds, he must first destroy all military satellites in space to avoid them spotting his actions.

And Fate Weaving held such power.

As long as it wasn't related to human fate, those involving machines he could make malfunction any time.

After all, Fate Weaving only limited the number of times woven and the duration of future effects, but not the strength.

Aozawa closed the Book of Destiny, and the lines quickly dispersed.

He transformed into an invisible breeze, leaving the spot and appearing above Mount Fuji, manually gathering clouds and casting faint shadows to the ground.

Only this way could the round altar spring out from the Shadow World.

He had touched the altar beforehand, ensuring it could rise to about 3,700 meters above Mount Fuji at a moment's notice.

As time passed and approached 1:20, Aozawa initiated his action.

The faint shadow cast by the clouds on the ground suddenly deepened, with vast blackness quickly spreading.

Then, a circular altar, inscribed with various surface runes, emerged. Under Aozawa's control, the altar swiftly ascended into the sky, and the entrance to the Shadow World vanished accordingly.

The ground returned to its faint shadowed state.

...

From a high altitude, the surface shape of Lake Yamanaka slightly resembled a whale.

Typically used by many research institutions for fishery-related experimental breeding, the lakeside areas were closely populated with villa districts and resorts, bustling in summer.

Come autumn, it became quite calm.

A row of anglers sat along the shore, with fishing rods in hand, quietly waiting for fish to bite.

Yonezawa Tomohiro, part of the Hydrology Research Center, usually studies the hydrological processes of Lake Yamanaka, including rainfall, runoff, and water level variations.

During his time off, he enjoyed doing nothing but fishing at Lake Yamanaka.

No need for interactions, just sitting there, lazily basking in the autumn sun, clearing his thoughts, waiting for fish to bite whenever.

If he managed to catch one, it would be a delightful reward.

If not, it didn't matter much. Fishing was all about equanimity, never about the catch to prove anything.

Fishing itself was a form of art and cultivation.

As his thoughts wandered, the lake's water suddenly stirred violently. Whoa, what kind of fish is that?!

Yonezawa Tomohiro retracted his previous statement.

The Air Force isn't much of a fisherman!

Excitedly, he raised his fishing rod.

However, this action seemed to have snagged the entire lake's water, the clear water erupting upwards, carrying fish into the sky.

"Nani?!"

The fishermen, including Yonezawa Tomohiro, all displayed looks of shock.