Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 720 - 718: Basic Operations of Complete Distortion

As long as a person has value for use, they will not be killed or abandoned.

Even a little value for use is still a value that others can exploit.

Kosaburo Kikuta immediately kowtowed and shouted, "I am willing to serve you, may I ask who you're looking for?"

Aozawa pondered for a moment and said, "Enya, I only remember that's her name.

However, she might not be using this name in Japan.

Mobilize all your resources to find the woman named Enya for me!"

"Yes!"

Kosaburo Kikuta replied firmly and seriously, secretly groaning inside.

With only a name, possibly an altered one, and no appearance, height, age, or other details, finding someone in Tokyo with just this uncertain name is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

But Kosaburo Kikuta didn't dare refuse anything, seeing the six twisted bodies lying in the corridor which proved this person's temper was not good.

If he answered even a bit slower, he might be twisted into a knot.

"Good, how long will it take for you to get back to me?"

Aozawa inquired.

Kosaburo Kikuta was sweating profusely; he wanted to say ten years, but such a timeframe would definitely get him killed by the other party.

A year seemed too long as well.

Kosaburo Kikuta's heart pounded wildly, wiping sweat from his brow, he trembled, "Three—"

"Three days? Very good, I'll give you three days!"

Aozawa cut him off, compressing the time into three days, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Kosaburo Kikuta's vision went black, almost fainting on the spot; was this some kind of joke?

He meant three months!

Finding someone in Tokyo with just a name in three days, Kosaburo Kikuta felt he might as well book a flight abroad early and head to Canada.

Staying in Tokyo would be a certain death.

He swallowed his saliva, not daring to argue, understanding the person before him only wanted Enya found in three days.

This client was utterly unreasonable.

Kosaburo Kikuta finally understood how those he gave unreasonable demands to in the past must have felt.

"Baka yarou!"

"Please rest assured."

"Okay, you may leave now."

Aozawa waved a hand, "Come to me when there's news."

After some thought, Aozawa's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ah!" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The two simultaneously screamed as their little fingers twisted into a knot shape.

"If you intend to leave Tokyo, your fate will be the same as theirs."

Kosaburo Kikuta's face turned ashen, realizing he should have asked for description details instead of planning to flee.

Asking now clearly wasn't appropriate.

He felt the need to make a phone call to pre-select a good grave plot.

"Master, rest assured, how could I possibly run?"

His voice was laced with sobs.

He truly felt like crying, slowly standing up.

Beside him, Thirty-four Ryuu couldn't even muster the strength to stand.

Kosaburo Kikuta had to bend down to help him up; he couldn't let Thirty-four Ryuu have any accidents now.

With his own strength alone, finding Enya seemed impossible; he needed to have this person speak to the boss and mobilize the five major conglomerates' strength, perhaps there was a slim chance of hope.

The two left the scene, while Aozawa headed towards the people in the corridor.

...

Six twisted bodies lay in the corridor with an anime-style setup, their eyes twisted to the size of small beans, still able to blink.

Aozawa walked up the corridor, observing their still-alive state, scratching his head, wondering if reversing the twist might restore them to their original state.

This thought flashed through his mind, his gaze turned slightly heated.

Activating Complete Distortion, the twist from right to left was reversed to left to right.

With a 'pop', the person in front quickly reverted back to normal, floating in the air for a moment before returning to their original state.

Aozawa stopped his ability.

With a thud, the man fell to the ground, just about to plead for mercy from Aozawa, when suddenly, his heart was pierced with a claw.

The claw then pulled back, spraying blood onto the corridor.

The man fell to the ground.

Aozawa watched as he stopped breathing, attempting to use Complete Distortion to twist the fact of his death.

His eyes turned slightly heated.

The next second, the space around the deceased seemed to distort, blurring the lines between life and death, twisting them at that moment.

"Ah!"

The dead man let out a roar from his torn chest, his limbs convulsing, and then his skin turned an extremely pale color, resembling ashes of burned paper.

"Wheeze!"

The sound he made was like an old bellows, eyes bulging, hanging outside the sockets.

His head twisted from front to back, creaking as it turned.

The twisted dead stared at Aozawa, "Huh-huh!"

Without thinking, he grinned and lunged forward, saliva drifting through the air.

Seeing him like this, the first thought in Aozawa's mind was zombie; he once again used his distortion ability, twisting the zombie from right to left into a complete mess.

Thud, the zombie fell to the hallway floor, its face completely distorted, yet its body continued to wriggle like a caterpillar, appearing more tenacious than when alive.

Aozawa stared at it, using complete distortion once again.

This time, Aozawa directly distorted its existence, not zombie, not human, twisted into something else.

As for what that something else was, Aozawa wasn't sure, leaving it to the ability to decide on its own.

In the next second, the zombie strip rapidly inflated in the hallway, black hairs sprouted quickly on its surface.

Popping sounds exploded in the hallway, blood splattered onto the sliding door.

Four thick arms similar to those of monkeys burst out of the inflated zombie strip and braced against the hallway.

The head maintained its twisted shape, emitting a roar, looking particularly ugly.

Aozawa observed this distorted shape and found it distinct from an eraser; is the distinction a difference between humans and erasers, or does the shape differ with each distortion?

Aozawa pondered this question.

The monster formed by distortion immediately charged forward, aiming to crash into Aozawa.

With just a glance, the massive creature was instantly twisted into an unresisting braid again by the overwhelming power of distortion, its volume continuously shrinking, directly twisted to the size of a rolling pin and falling to the ground.

Aozawa bent down, prodded the surface, marked detonation activated, black chrysanthemum patterns surged, followed by a soft pop.

Fireworks burst from within, leaving no trace of flesh or blood.

He continued onward, undoing the distortion of another bodyguard from left to right, returning him to his normal human shape.

"Demon!"

The bodyguard shouted, raising his gun to continue shooting.

This time, Aozawa distorted his will, his eyes heated slightly, and invisible distortion forces erupted in the man's mind.

"Ah!"

He cried out in pain, dropping his gun to the hallway floor, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

Soon after, he started laughing loudly, "Hahaha!"

He laughed wildly, shouting at Aozawa, "Monster, you think all humans will bow to you?

Let me tell you, I'm damn sure to burst your butt, to make you understand the terror of humans!"

Observing his extreme madness, Aozawa understood that distorting a person's will wouldn't shift it from good to bad or vice versa, but directly twist it into unspeakable chaos.

Understanding this, he once again used complete distortion, twisting this person into a non-human existence.

As for what sort of non-human existence?

This time, he casually assumed something identical to his current Holy Lord form.

In an instant, invisible distortion forces struck the man, altering his physical structure from the root, causing him to scream uncontrollably.

Then his whole body exploded, a lot of blood splattering onto the floor.

His body swelled, yet did not present the same form as Aozawa, becoming simply obese with his physique shifting from a normal human to a barrel waist.

The skin was stripped all over, exposing deep white bones like armor, covering parts of his body, with some even extending outward from his elbows as if blades were growing there.

"Haha!"

The man erupted with manic laughter, "Did you see? This is my power!"

Between roars, he raised a fist intending to attack Aozawa.

Boom!

The sound of sonic explosions rang out, shattering the floor beneath.

Aozawa stood there, his eyes emitted a warm feeling, and from right to left, the man's fist swiftly distorted, then his entire body twisted into a braid, falling to the ground.

It seems he cannot control the shape after distortion.

Aozawa bent over, used the marked detonation again, black chrysanthemum patterns rapidly appeared on the braid surface.

In the next second, fireworks burst from within, a flash of pitch-black smoke, not a bit of blood left on the ground, only the damaged wooden board from the sonic explosion served as evidence of what just happened.

He straightened up, turned his gaze to another person.

Restoring him to human form from left to right, stopping at the critical moment, if not stopped, he would be twisted into a braid again.

"No, don't!"

He shouted.

Aozawa looked at him, not distorting his will, wanting to test whether his will would be affected after being twisted into a non-human.

The distortion power activated.

The man felt an irresistible twist internally, blood vessels, nerves, organs, every part of his body rolled up rapidly within the twist.

"Ah!"

Amidst the violent roars, he felt his body inflating rapidly, swelling to three meters high, almost touching the ceiling above.

Pop-pop, three arms grew from either side of his upper body, skin turned pale green; in contrast to his slim upper body, his lower body seemed extremely bloated like a caterpillar, but also grew eight legs similar to a crab.

"Ah, what happened to me?"

He looked down at the six arms, screamed in fear, and retreated hurriedly.

Bang-bang sounds echoed, each retreating step cracking the hallway.

The will of beings twisted into non-human remains intact, not affected.

Aozawa watched with interest, pondering the combat level of this non-human entity.

Testing it himself seemed beneath him, he turned his attention to another braid strip.

Aozawa didn't unravel this one's distortion, he directly twisted him into a non-human existence, intending to let them fight, estimating the combat level of distorted non-human beings based on the destruction they cause on the scene.