Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 722 - 720: When the Boss Assigns You an Absurd Task...

Returning to the Setagaya District once more, Thirty-four Ryuu felt his hands and feet turn icy cold, wishing his six-foot-three frame could shrink to five feet.

Sitting in his seat, it seemed as if there were a row of needles poking at his behind, causing him to squirm repeatedly.

"Don't be nervous. Once we get there, leave everything to me."

Thirty-four Tera noticed his brother's terror and once again reassured him to prevent him from making a fool of himself in front of the Angel Envoy.

Actually, he was scared too.

The Angel Envoy's temperament was unpredictable, especially the dragon-headed, human-bodied one.

Mitsui Arashi was killed at the hands of that one.

Judging from the way they act, this person has a violent personality that won't listen to any explanation if the result is unsatisfactory.

If Thirty-four Ryuu couldn't find Enya within three days, he would surely die.

Thirty-four Tera originally didn't need to get involved in this troublesome affair, but he was born into a conglomerate family and never developed that kind of ruthless personality.

Perhaps it's because he loves reading.

Moreover, he reads indiscriminately, from "Das Kapital" and "The Prince" to "Playboy" and "Jin Ping Mei," all sorts of miscellaneous books.

Thirty-four Tera has read them all. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Combined with the environment he grew up in, it allowed him not to worry about making a living like ordinary people, giving him more time to ponder the meaning of life.

He harbors deep feelings for his family and also extends sympathy towards the employees within the company.

Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time.

If he were a youth during the era of the red upheaval, he might have led workers in raising the flag of rebellion against his own father.

But by the time he matured, everything was already settled.

With the victory of the Cold War, and the winds of freedom and democracy blowing across the globe, many countries regarded the then-sole superpower as a model.

The United States spoke of freedom and democracy—how could that be wrong?

In such an environment, Thirty-four Tera couldn't achieve anything significant.

As he grew older, got married, had children, and his father's health declined.

Thirty-four Tera could only work within his framework to seek welfare for his employees.

The overall direction was impossible to change.

The only thing he could do was to cherish his family.

"Haha."

Thirty-four Ryuu chuckled, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in the seat, thinking privately that he must dispose of the entire car when they return.

What a lousy car!

He thought indignantly as the car pulled back into the estate.

The gate was open, with no servant in sight.

Before coming, Thirty-four Tera had already instructed Thirty-four Ryuu to call and have the servants in the estate dismissed.

After all, previously, Thirty-four Ryuu only cared about his own escape, paying no heed to the safety of others.

Luckily, his usual fastidiousness in conduct had ingrained in those servants a discipline to never leave their posts unless called.

Even when hearing thudding noises from the backyard, they chose not to check, continuing their tasks inside.

In the past, Thirty-four Tera often scolded his brother on this point, urging him to treat those around him well, resulting in an unexpectedly good outcome.

Thirty-four Tera opened the car door and stepped out, his palms sweaty, proving he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared on the outside.

Thirty-four Ryuu fared worse, struggling to unbuckle his seatbelt multiple times without success.

Once he finally got it off, he tried hard to steady his trembling legs, opened the door, and took a step outside.

His legs were so weak he almost couldn't support himself.

Thirty-four Ryuu hastily clutched the car door, meeting his brother's concerned gaze, and quickly closed the door, saying, "Haha, the car's chassis is a bit high."

He attempted to maintain his last shred of dignity.

Thirty-four Tera pretended not to notice his fear, smiling slightly as he said, "Let's go. Don't worry, as long as there's still a use for us, he won't kill us easily."

"Mm."

Thirty-four Ryuu nodded, taking deep breaths and following him towards the backyard.

...

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds onto the earth but couldn't penetrate the dense foliage.

The unnamed trees grew upwards in a twisted form, about six or seven meters high, with branches splitting at the top. The leaves were lush and large, each looking no different from a human face.

The scene was quite dim.

Thirty-four Tera didn't know much about plants, but he knew what his brother's yard should look like.

The backyard should have a pond, followed by a pine forest, not this extremely bizarre tree before him, with no sign of water. Where did the pond go?

He dared not ask or guess, only noticing a non-human monster lying beside the tree.

Its skin was light green, with six arms on its upper body, and a lower body swollen like a caterpillar enlarged many times over, yet with eight crab-like legs.

Noticing their gaze, the non-human monster lying there rose and yelled, "Stop."

This shout made the brothers show a hint of surprise on their faces.

"Is that you, Kensaku?"

Thirty-four Ryuu exclaimed in shock.

He recognized the voice as one of his six bodyguards, Takeshita Kensaku, who once earned Five million Ten thousand Yen by secretly drugging his parents so he could play in the bedroom, winning his favor deeply.

"That's right, you didn't expect it, did you? Lord Saint bestowed upon me the power of a monster; now I am a monster!"

Takeshita Kensaku answered smugly.

Thirty-four Ryuu looked at his current form and felt a chill all over. He didn't want to become such an ugly monster, fearing that he would be unable to enjoy the pleasures of men and women.

Sanjushi Tera said gently, "Please inform Lord Saint that we wish to see him to discuss matters regarding Enya."

"Alright, wait here."

Takeshita Kensaku was very satisfied with Sanjushi Tera's attitude. He turned around, placing his crab legs on the ground, which made a clattering sound like a guillotine touching the land.

He advanced and stopped outside the broken corridor, calling out, "Lord Saint, Thirty-four Ryuu and Sanjushi Tera are here to see you about Enya."

Aozawa, using his transformation ability, turned himself into the Holy Lord, "Let them in."

He ceased his endless experiment of distorting the cup before him.

Just now, he found that every time he twisted the cup, it would take on another form, seemingly with no end to the distortions in sight.

He couldn't help but wonder if there was an ultimate limit to these distortions if they continued indefinitely?

As for the power level of distorting non-human entities, Aozawa had more or less figured it out.

In simple terms, the destructive power could be compared to that of a fully armed tank.

Under the influence of distortion power, their bodies would gain strength beyond ordinary people and possess some corresponding features.

For instance, the venom of a King Cobra could kill.

Or the poison on a toad's back could cause hallucinations.

Distorted non-human entities also had different attributes, and their strengths varied.

Aozawa twisted four bodyguards in a confrontation, and only Takeshita Kensaku survived.

Takeshita Kensaku's body fluids had the effect of strong acid, which the other three could not withstand and died.

Why he was the strongest, Aozawa did not yet know.

He only knew that his distortion could also be applied to scenes, and the forest outside was plants he had obtained through distorting a pond.

But the distorted trees themselves did not support other living beings, as he learned through catalyst induction.

After all, playing is still playing; Aozawa didn't want to create something with widespread contagious effects.

...

The sliding door opened, and Sanjushi Tera and Thirty-four Ryuu entered the living room together, seeing Aozawa sitting there.

Without hesitation, the two knelt down, performing a noble Japanese-style prostration, their posture flawless.

Sanjushi Tera did not raise his head, gazing at the tatami, and said, "Respected Lord Saint, I am Sanjushi Tera, the brother of Thirty-four Ryuu.

We are visiting you this time to inquire about the person named Enya, whether you have any more information to help us find her.

And, does this woman named Enya have any connection to Dio?"

Aozawa stood up, speaking slowly, "You actually know Dio.

That's correct, Enya is a friend of Dio, an essential step in his ascent to Paradise.

The information I have on Enya only involves her reincarnating into this world. I don't know her name, but her gender is certainly female, and she is in Tokyo.

Three days are enough."

"We will make every effort to find Enya's whereabouts, but even if we, as ordinary people, find her, we fear we may not have a chance to inform you,"

Sanjushi Tera boldly spoke these words.

Aozawa stepped forward, bent down, and got close, "That is the issue you should be contemplating."

He lifted a claw to Sanjushi Tera's head, the immense pressure almost suffocating him, causing even his pores to stand on end, "If you cannot provide a satisfactory answer within three days,

I will twist you into a ball and hang you on the roof for three days and nights, then extract your souls."

Thirty-four Ryuu's body trembled, and he wet his pants again in fright.

"Of course, if you successfully find Enya, I will naturally reward you generously."

Aozawa withdrew his claw, stood up, and said, "I've always been clear about rewards and punishments, you may leave now."

"Yes."

Sanjushi Tera bowed his head, slowly retreated, and gently patted Thirty-four Ryuu, pulling him out of his terror to gradually move out of the living room, then stand up and hurriedly leave.

Aozawa checked the time; it was about time for afternoon classes, with a grey filter enveloping the world.

Time paused at this moment.

He released his transformation ability and then used gamification to cover this mansion, setting a Holy Lord game character to sit in for himself.

Afterwards, he needed to design dialogue.

The game character's dialogue had to be pre-set by Aozawa.

For instance, what Xuanxiao and the Dread Emperor would say was pre-determined.

Who said the game characters weren't smart enough.

Aozawa sighed inwardly, setting only two lines for the Holy Lord: one being "Hmm."

The other being "Scram."

The former for listening to others' reports, and the latter for after speaking, to tell them to scram.

Aozawa did not lift the pause on the world but used Schrödinger's Cat to make his body semi-transparent, then vanish from the spot.

The grey filter disappeared.

The Holy Lord sat within the living room, playing with a cup in hand.

Takeshita Kensaku obediently retreated back under the tree, lying down, not noticing anything peculiar.

Primarily because he dared not observe what the Holy Lord was doing.