Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 730 - 728: The Way Weaklings Survive Is More Than Just Enduring

The screen fast-forwards, skipping the drone's ascent and chase towards the sound, directly presenting the confrontation between the Shadow Emperor and the Holy Lord.

On a shallow river, walls of darkness block the way. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Behind the walls stand two women, one tall and one short.

Kamei Bunta clicks pause and then enlarges the image with his finger, making the two women's features clearer, and says, "Though they've disguised themselves,

I have dealt with Emily before and can confirm she merely used colored contacts and a wig."

Being a master of disguise himself, he naturally isn't fooled by such simple tricks, "The woman beside her is her inseparable bodyguard, Katerina."

With that, Kamei Bunta resumes play, allowing the image to move once more. No sound is heard, but it's evident the two Angel Envoys exchange briefly.

The negotiations appear to have failed, and the Shadow Emperor and Holy Lord start fighting again.

This time they're serious.

As the Shadow Emperor suddenly rises, Phoenix Academy Maggie takes a deep breath, clenching her fists in secret, pondering how many will die?

Fortunately, the two Angel Envoys each exchange only one move and then stop.

Phoenix Academy Maggie exhales in relief, realizing the Holy Lord and the Shadow Emperor's abilities seem to counter each other.

The distorted and disassembled Shadow Emperor seems unaffected, and conversely, all his attacks are neutralized by the Holy Lord.

This is the actual reason for their quick ceasefire.

Phoenix Academy Maggie squints her eyes slightly and turns to Takahashi Saeko, "What's your take?"

Takahashi Saeko thinks for a moment, spreads her hands, and says, "Watch while lying down."

Phoenix Academy Maggie stares at her, expressionless.

Takahashi Saeko chuckles awkwardly, dismissing her joke, and earnestly says, "It seems they might have reached some agreement.

Given the Shadow Emperor can't harm the Holy Lord, if the agreement leans too heavily against the Holy Lord,

he wouldn't accept it and would continue fighting.

My guess is, it's probably an agreement whereby they refrain from fighting directly, opting for their subordinates to search for or protect Enya's reincarnation."

This conjecture makes Phoenix Academy Maggie nod, "That's what I think too, but it depends on whether Mexico has communicated any news.

If not, it indicates the Shadow Emperor intends to use Shadow Soldiers to protect Enya's reincarnation.

If they inform my mother, it implies they'll need human forces for this protection."

At this point, Phoenix Academy Maggie falls into contemplation, as she knows her mother's stance leans towards Dio.

The search for Enya's reincarnation is to protect her, a favor for Dio, not to curry favor with the Holy Lord.

If they gain the favor of the Shadow Emperor outside of Dio's stance, it'd be ideal.

The worry is if the Shadow Emperor only wishes to employ Shadow Soldiers, their assistance becomes trivial.

Providing help when direly needed and enhancing what already exists brings different feelings.

"Maggie, do we really need to involve ourselves in this murky matter?"

Takahashi Saeko can't help but inquire, her interest lies in learning about matters related to Ayatsuki Ayaka or other worldly affairs, not merely for curiosity but recognizing the dangers in such involvement.

Phoenix Academy Maggie glimpses at Takahashi Saeko, knowing her typically composed demeanor well.

If not entangled with Ayatsuki Ayaka, she'd likely remain neutral and unengaged with otherworldly matters.

"Takahashi, do you think continually respecting the strong and groveling on the ground will stop them from hitting you?

The excuses for a beating are plenty; he isn't hitting now, simply because he doesn't want to."

Phoenix Academy Maggie understands that human involvement in Angel Envoy clashes is extremely dangerous.

Yet, greater risks yield greater rewards.

This occasion presents a superb chance to align with the Angel Envoys.

Sanjushi Tera refrains from aligning with Dio, not due to unwillingness, but inability, as Dio hasn't extended an olive branch.

Even if they eagerly approach cold attitudes, if it remains icy, nobody can endure indefinitely.

Hence, they side with the Holy Lord.

Despite offending Dio in the process, it's worth trying.

Being secluded without confronting Dio doesn't guarantee safety.

Once Dio ascends to Paradise, their existence remains uncertain.

Relying on Dio's mercy weighs less than striving to hold onto the Holy Lord's advantage to gain strength and heighten future survival chances.

Failing and dying in attempt only reflects inadequate effort, not lack of trying.

"Come on, I need to report this to my mother."

Phoenix Academy Maggie takes Kamei Bunta's tablet, then beckons Takahashi Saeko to depart with her.

Kamei Bunta respectfully sees her off, understanding his subordinate role and maintaining boundaries, never overreaching in reporting matters.

...

"It hurts, Katerina, put me down quickly, my waist's going to snap."

Carried like a cargo at waist height, after some running, Emily perceives safety in their current state, urging Katerina to release her.

Otherwise, her slender waist feels strained to the breaking point.

As Katerina tightens her arms, her muscles are hard as iron.

Pausing her steps, Katerina surveys the surroundings, where bright streetlights illuminate the concrete pavement, some areas showing cracks and damage, reflecting the road's age.

The path is narrow, accommodating four people side by side, devoid of pedestrians.

Even leading one to wonder if this isn't Tokyo but a rural locale.

She puts Emily down, asking gently, "Where do we go next?"

Emily rubs her waist, her mind racing.

The battle between the Holy Lord and the Shadow Emperor shouldn't have lasted long.

If two Angel Envoys truly start fighting in Tokyo, the entire 23 Districts of Tokyo might need a full renovation.

But since that scenario hasn't happened, it indicates that they must have reached some preliminary agreement.

She touched her chin.

Dio is indeed strong, but he never gives those syndicates a chance.

When the syndicates lose their chance to be lapdogs, their willpower is still very determined. Hoping for them to side with Dio is obviously unlikely.

They mostly should be on the side of the Holy Lord.

After all, tonight's battle showed that the Holy Lord possesses the power to contend with the Shadow Emperor, Dio, and others.

And can also turn people into monsters.

Thinking about it this way, the only person who might support her would also be Dio's friend, Kochou.

If she were to die at the hands of the Holy Lord, then Kochou would likely become the substitute and the Holy Lord's next target.

Her survival in Tokyo is beneficial to Kochou.

But would Kochou help her?

Emily really wasn't sure.

Some people are so selfish that as long as danger doesn't befall them, they won't even make a sound.

Emily cannot rely on someone seeking to establish a dictatorship for her safety.

She thinks she needs to probe Kochou's intentions.

But such a task can't be done by her, so she must request Morimoto Chiyoda for assistance.

Emily quickly took out her phone, started posting on forums, hoping Morimoto Chiyoda could help test Kochou's attitude for her.

"Before we get any response, let's find a bridge to sleep under tonight."

"Who would have thought I'd end up a homeless person in Japan."

Katerina sighed, "This is quite an interesting experience."

"You really are optimistic."

Emily muttered, wishing she could immediately return to her previously decadent life.

Ah, why is my life so hard?

Emily feels that her friendship with Dio hasn't brought her any benefits.

This kind of friend, anyone else can have it.

She typed the words, and with a tap of her thumb, she sent it.

...

Ding~

The notification sound from the phone rang, and Morimoto Chiyoda paused her yoga practice, her waist seemingly boneless, almost bending backward.

She turned around, propped herself up, gracefully got up and landed in front of the dining table, unlocked her phone, glanced at the messages, and her lips curled slightly upward.

Looks like she doesn't need to burn incense on Emily's grave just yet.

Morimoto Chiyoda skimmed through Emily's post, translated a bit of the code, "Morimoto, tomorrow test Kochou for me, see if she's willing to help me hide in Tokyo."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Previously, Emily wouldn't ask like this, and now, entrusting her with such a task, she must have some confidence.

She knows Emily well.

Even when she's at a dead end, she won't lightly place hopes on uncertain things, especially those that might implicate her, only when she believes there's a chance does she make such a decision.

Is something happening that I am unaware of?

Morimoto Chiyoda thought for a moment, then proactively dialed Jack's number.

No one answered.

Morimoto Chiyoda realized that while she practiced yoga, something big had definitely happened outside.

Thinking this in her heart, she grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from her forehead, planning to take a shower.

A familiar voice floated in from the entrance, "Chitose, I'm back~"

Has it reached that time already?

Morimoto Chiyoda was a bit surprised, it seems she was so affected by Emily's matter that she even forgot her yoga schedule.

She walked out of the living room.

Aozawa put his shoes away, and upon seeing Morimoto Chiyoda in the hallway, his eyes lit up.

The light purple yoga outfit traced the curves and waves.

Due to sweat, part of the yoga wear had a nearly translucent sheen.

Revealing a silhouette of perfection.

"Chitose!"

Aozawa made a flying leap forward.

Morimoto Chiyoda raised a foot to block Aozawa's chest, and his limbs, like an octopus, wrapped around her right leg, dangling in mid-air, "Chitose, I'm just looking."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

Morimoto Chiyoda rolled her eyes, keeping her leg straight to let him hang there, and said exasperatedly, "Go take a bath."

"When can we soak in the bathtub together?"

Aozawa clung to her right leg, face full of grievance.

Morimoto Chiyoda glared at him, retorted exasperatedly, "Do you think that's about soaking together?

You clearly want to stir up the waters like Nezha creating havocs in the sea, stop being clingy, let go."

"Fine."

Aozawa released, sighing in his heart that these affluent days are indeed short-lived, unsure when he'll taste seafood again.