Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 650 - 648: Confession in a Dream

This meeting lasted a full two hours.

During the long two hours, Phoenix Academy Maggie profoundly realized that she was just like Zhao Kuo, talking about military tactics on paper.

She had previously learned related meeting knowledge and thought she could handle such a big occasion.

However, participating for the first time herself, she understood what a brainstorming session truly means, something complicated that can't be depicted in text.

A comprehensive analysis of the man in the short video, from his clothing to the runes on the sword.

Phoenix Academy Maggie still had the chance to say a few words.

But when it came to artifacts and related experiments, it wasn't her place to casually interject.

Japan has 5109 museums, among which 3522 are public museums, and 1433 are private museums.

Not to mention those private collectors.

If testing is to be conducted, should it be a partial test or a complete test?

Whether the former or the latter, it requires money, requires management — who will take the lead? Who will be responsible?

How to persuade Congress to pass this resolution?

The most important thing is the funding issue.

The Takamagahara plan has already made the government's finances tight; continuing to initiate large-scale plans means each department must cut unnecessary expenses.

But who is willing to bear the brunt?

In case important religious artifacts get damaged during testing, who will face the wrath of devotees and the public?

A series of problems need clear consideration.

Before a clear goal is set, ministers' reactions to this matter vary.

One thing remains the same.

Takeda Eijiro's suggestions are either criticized and rejected by conservative ministers or vetoed by ministers siding with the Prime Minister or fence-sitters.

They don't need to consider right or wrong, stance, only interests. If it doesn't align with their interests, how could it be a good plan!

Phoenix Academy Maggie was initially able to analyze personal stances, but eventually, her brain became too overwhelmed by continuous high-intensity information to keep thinking.

The interests involved are too complex.

Throughout the meeting, just discussing names involved over a thousand people, explaining the backgrounds of these thousands alone makes one feel like their brain is stuffed full.

No opinion was reached after the meeting; instead, it was decided to re-discuss it tomorrow morning.

Phoenix Academy Maggie knew well.

For such a sudden major event, involving such wide scope, no one could possibly come to a conclusion immediately.

Not only Japan but also the United States, Russia, and other countries face the same.

But one thing is clear, the testing of artifacts.

It's well-known that immortals can be cultivated by mortals.

If the man is not an Angel Envoy, the value of the artifacts cannot be ignored by any country.

But the range for testing and how to test need careful consideration.

For everyone, correctness carries different meanings.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs has his correct plan, the Minister of Labor has his correct plan.

The correct plans of each minister pieced together are like three narrow tunnels; if dozens of people try to pass through simultaneously, no one could get through.

On her way back to the Imperial Residence, Phoenix Academy Maggie kept replaying the earlier meeting, gradually sorting out the relationships within.

For her, it's a good experience.

The only regret is that she has school tomorrow; she fears she cannot attend the exciting meeting in the morning.

After taking a bath, Phoenix Academy Maggie donned her robe with warm golden patterns, tying it around her waist, letting her full, round bosom sway gently with each step towards the bedroom.

She shut the door, threw herself onto the bed, turned sideways, turned off the light, and covered herself with a thin blanket.

She closed her eyes and gradually fell into sleep.

...

The sound of the wind blowing echoed by her ears, Phoenix Academy Maggie watched as her vision rose continuously, leaving behind the bustling metropolis. In the ink-black clouds, at that instant she broke through.

She saw the radiant starry sky, as if countless diamonds were embedded in the black canopy, flickering with faint yet firm light.

The enormous round moon seemed to be within reach, if only she stretched forward.

Such a magnificent starry canvas made Phoenix Academy Maggie mesmerized.

She even forgot why she was here.

She only gazed foolishly, while the clouds beneath her feet churned, shifting from pitch black to gray, gradually replaced by snow white.

Clouds like the sea.

The azure sky was devoid of stars.

Phoenix Academy Maggie felt she was dreaming.

She had flown before, overlooking the outside from tens of thousands of meters above.

But back then there was a layer of glass in between; never like now, standing directly in the air, overlooking the beauty.

In a daze, the clouds at her feet suddenly dispersed.

Phoenix Academy Maggie saw the deep blue ocean.

For a moment, the boundary between sea and sky blurred, impossible to tell apart.

And at that moment, Phoenix Academy Maggie felt something in her heart, looking up; the azure sea appeared overhead.

Amidst the turbulent waves appeared a human figure.

With well-defined features, black hair, dressed in an ancient Greek style, seemingly the legendary sea god Poseidon driving his divine chariot beside her.

"Princess, please get on the carriage."

Aozawa extended his right hand.

Phoenix Academy Maggie instinctively grasped that hand, and her body was pulled onto the chariot.

The shark pulling the chariot suddenly surged downward; the dissipated clouds once again gathered below, allowing the shark to swim freely within the sea of clouds.

Aozawa holding Phoenix Academy Maggie's hand, full of deep affection said, "Maggie, I like you, be my girlfriend."

He took advantage of the dream to say this sentence proactively.

Maggie's eyes widened at Phoenix Academy, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Okay."

She bashfully lowered her head, responding in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Aozawa gently lifted the young lady's chin with his hand, and seeing her face awash with a rosy glow, he felt an urge to kiss her. But considering it was their first encounter in a dream, he thought it would be a shame.

He had to give up and grabbed with both hands.

"Mei Ji Super Evolution! Bursting White Tiger Beast!"

In an instant, Maggie at Phoenix Academy felt an irresistible force welling up, causing her clothes to burst apart.

Amidst the sizzling sound, cool air rushed into her chest.

"Wow!"

Maggie at Phoenix Academy sat up in surprise.

She panted heavily, touched her forehead with her hand, finding it covered in sweat, and looked down at her chest.

Still the usual size.

Maggie at Phoenix Academy sighed in relief, recalling the things she encountered in her dream, she couldn't help but laugh.

What kind of ridiculous dream was she having?

The atmosphere had been so cozy earlier, yet at the end, such things appeared.

She lay down again, placing a hand on her forehead, thinking about Aozawa's infinity big ability.

If they were truly together in the future, maybe the scene in the dream could come true.

Thinking of that embarrassing moment, Maggie at Phoenix Academy quickly covered her face with the quilt, cursing herself in secret for being shameless, for thinking of such things.

But if her chest could grow bigger, then a certain part of Aozawa's body probably could too.

Pa-pa, Maggie at Phoenix Academy hurriedly patted her cheeks, trying to dispel the rising heat in her heart.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

She began to murmur.

Deciding not to think about those things, she decided to sleep early.

...

Dark clouds layered like heavy iron blocks, trying to press her down, while in an instant, Ayatsuki Iroha broke through, like an eagle soaring above the nine heavens.

She emerged from the thick clouds, seeing the starry sky and a vast world unknown to her.

"Wow~"

She let out a cry of astonishment.

Immediately, the clouds and sky flowed rapidly, as if time had accelerated, jumping from night to day.

Ayatsuki Iroha was immersed in the scene before her, a thought flashing through her mind that it would be great if Aozawa could be there with her to see it.

As she thought this, a hand suddenly wrapped around her neck from behind, "Iroha."

A familiar call sounded in her ear, and Ayatsuki Iroha turned her head to find Aozawa inexplicably behind her.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Aozawa, look around quickly!"

"Mm, I see it."

Aozawa said, silencing her mouth that was eager to speak.

Ayatsuki Iroha let out a soft sound, instinctively closing her eyes, as the tan on her cheeks gradually blushed.

With a gentle push from Aozawa, she felt herself fall onto something soft like cotton.

The sensation moved from her lips to her neck and chest.

"Ah."

She let out an instinctive cry.

Her eyes opened, seeing the blue sky and a gentle sun overhead.

Turning her head, she also saw herself lying on a sea of clouds, with fewer clothes, yet feeling no chill, instead growing warmer, as if a core reactor within her had gone out of control.

From the clouds to outer space, to the sun and moon.

The battlefield of the two of them spread across every corner of the universe, stars shattered.

In the fierce battle, the universe broke and exploded.

From destruction to creation.

A stream of water shot out, piercing through the newborn universe, and the sun and stars all turned to dust under the violent torrent, completing the cycle from creation to destruction.

"Ah!"

Ayatsuki Iroha suddenly opened her eyes, seeing the ceiling above her, feeling a profound sense of ease spreading through her limbs.

The feeling that followed was an uncomfortable sensation like natto.

With a flushed face, she scolded herself for being shameless, having such a dream again.

Ayatsuki Iroha quietly got up, quickly removed her pants, tiptoed outside, and sneaked into the bathroom.

She didn't toss them into the washing machine but rather washed them by hand before wringing out the water.

Ayatsuki Iroha intended to return to her room, but faint sounds drifted from her sister's room.

So late, was her sister not asleep yet?

With curiosity, Ayatsuki Iroha approached quietly, pressing her ear against the door to listen.

"Amazing~ Again~"

Her face turned red listening, but her eyes sparkled, realizing it wasn't just her enjoying such dreams.

Sister was like that too, ah, poor sister, having to use...

Ayatsuki Iroha's eyes showed sympathy, feelings of balance washing over her.

She had Aozawa!

Ayatsuki Iroha returned to her room, planning to drape her panties over her legs and cover them with a blanket to dry.

To prevent such things from happening again, maybe it's better not to wear clothes to sleep.

Wait, but then wouldn't the blanket and sheets need washing too?

After thinking about it, Ayatsuki Iroha decided it would be better to sleep with clothes on.