Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 777 - 775: Aozawa Turns a Glass into a Cat

Tokyo, Shinjuku.

When night falls, Kabukicho sheds its daytime monotony, putting on a dazzling neon cloak, as if the stars that originally adorned the night sky had fallen to the ground.

The Big Fat Sheep Bar is still open for business.

Gentle European and American light music echoes here.

The interior still seems quite spacious.

Emily isn't really planning to run a bar and serve customers; most of those who come with strange intentions are kicked to the side by her.

She opened this bar just to entertain one guest.

But she feels that this person might not continue to show up here in the future.

Emily doesn't believe that after Dio ascended to Paradise, her friend here would still have any use.

The City of Ideals, now distant, is probably the reward Dio gave.

She yawns and stretches lazily in her seat.

The Shield leans against the bar counter, reflecting the woman's two small straight legs.

Over at the bar counter, Katerina is still fulfilling her duty as a bartender, wiping empty glasses.

"Katerina, make me a cocktail, something sweet."

Emily says casually, with a slide of her thumb.

A short video is playing about the conflict erupting in Korea.

Amidst various religious contradictions, the Great Commander targets the doctors, stirring up public grievances.

In Emily's judgment, this one is bound to lose the general election.

But considering the strong pro-America forces within Korea, he probably won't lose too many seats; at most, he'll just be a lame-duck president.

As Emily thinks about these things, her thumb slides again.

A gust of cold wind suddenly brushes her cheek, the familiar feeling makes her instantly sit up straight.

Whoosh, a whirlwind circles inside the bar, then reveals a very familiar figure.

After ascending to Paradise, Dio's appearance changed; his skin turned light blue, and golden accessories adorned his neck.

Both his hands adorned with Golden Rings, making him look more robust and more dazzling than before.

Emily asked in surprise, "Dio, why are you here?"

"There's an interesting Noble Phantasm loose in London."

Aozawa casually replied, sitting in a chair, and said to Katerina, "A glass of whiskey, please."

"Coming right up."

Katerina promptly prepared him a whiskey.

Emily frowned slightly, "Does that Noble Phantasm said to grant all wishes really exist?"

"Yes, it's called the Holy Grail."

Aozawa replied, resting his face in his hand, "But I don't think the Holy Grail can really fulfill all wishes.

This 'all' should include everything humans can imagine.

But beyond human imagination, some things still can't be realized."

"Isn't that still everything?"

Emily teased his nitpicking, thinking if everything humans can imagine could come true, then for humans, the Holy Grail is indeed the Noble Phantasm that grants all wishes.

Her face showed intense curiosity, "Who exactly threw the Holy Grail into London?"

"I don't know, the Holy Grail has been lost for a long time."

Aozawa shook his head, "I only know that the Holy Grail is now in a state of selecting its owner, and it will choose eight people worldwide.

They could be people long deceased or current ones.

The chosen will act as candidates, engaging in battles.

The final winner will receive the Holy Grail and have his wish fulfilled."

"So that's how it is, I heard America's David was summoned by the call, and in Japan, a high school girl named Hojo Shouko also received the summons, can they go to London?"

"Only those chosen can go to London."

"Aren't you afraid someone might use the Holy Grail to make a wish against you?"

Emily said this with a calm tone, trying to minimize hostilities as much as possible.

Aozawa smiled, deciding to give Emily a slight shock.

At that moment, Katerina placed the whiskey-filled glass in front of him, which he didn't drink. Raising his hand, he used Sky-reaching Fabrication: "This is an orange cat."

The whiskey-filled glass quickly twisted, and under Emily's astonished gaze, the glass turned into a chubby orange cat landing on the table.

"Meow~"

The orange cat emitted the very sound of an orange cat!

Emily knew the idea was a bit strange, but watching a whiskey glass turn into a cat, most people would exclaim the same as her.

"This, this!"

Emily couldn't use words to describe the events unfolding before her.

Aozawa smiled slightly, "This is Paradise."

After his words fell, Aozawa disappeared from the bar.

Emily still wanted to ask, only to find he had vanished without a trace.

A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead. She wiped it with her small hand, then looked at the orange cat on the table.

Emily thought for a moment, then reached out to pet it.

The orange cat's fur was very soft and warm.

She changed to holding the cat in her arms.

So heavy, is this really a living orange cat?!

Emily's blue eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. She quickly sat down, placed the cat on her lap, and picked up her phone with her right hand to dial Ito Otome's number: "Ito, hurry over here and bring your testing equipment.

I have a cat here that needs to be examined, an orange cat that was transformed from a whiskey-filled glass!"

"Huh?!"

Usually calm, Ito Otome was thrown off by Emily's chaotic description, and it took her a moment to gather her thoughts, "Is it a Noble Phantasm or a Dio-transformed orange cat?"

"Dio, he just pointed at the whiskey-filled glass and said, 'This is an orange cat,' and the glass turned into one. You should come to check if there's anything different about this orange cat compared to others."

"Okay, I'll be right there!"

Ito Otome quickly got up. The smell of disinfectant in her bedroom made her feel particularly excited.

A cat transformed from glass and whiskey is of immense research value.

Even if it's early morning, or even when using props to relieve physical needs, she would head over without hesitation.

She quickly dressed, buttoned up, noticed the buttons were misaligned, and decided not to fix them, not caring much about revealing the white skin at her chest.

All she wanted was to reach the Big Fat Sheep Bar as soon as possible to study the cat.

...

After hanging up Ito Otome's call, Emily fell into contemplation, her excitement gradually fading.

This made her ponder what exactly Dio wanted from her this time.

Was it specifically to inform her about the Holy Grail, or perhaps to achieve some purpose through telling her about it?

She didn't believe that after Dio ascended to Paradise, he wouldn't know about her connection with Morimoto Chiyoda.

Perhaps Dio had always known but just didn't reveal it.

Because he knew that whatever he did was in vain.

To this day, Emily couldn't understand why she suddenly spoke fourteen secret phrases on the altar that day.

At that moment, it felt like her brain wasn't obeying her, or perhaps it was a supernatural force that made her say those words.

Emily rather thought it was Enya who appeared at that time and made her say such things.

She thought about it, then directly dialed Jack's number, considering it inconvenient to call Morimoto Chiyoda since she was off work.

It wasn't convenient to call Morimoto Chiyoda now.

Anyway, Dio already knew her little actions, so there was no need to hide anything any longer.

In Emily's view, Dio clearly intended to provide her with information this time, and the purpose was obvious—to get David and Hojo Shouko to London to seize the Holy Grail.

Dio has the confidence to control the whole situation, so he wants to go with the flow to uncover the Angel Envoy who brought the Holy Grail into this world.

Thinking this way, Emily suddenly realized that Dio likely came and went quickly not because of any events, but because a few words had already achieved his objective.

She had become a messenger, oblivious to it.

Emily, realizing this belatedly, felt a chill down her spine, realizing that she had been under Dio's manipulation all along!

Gulp, she swallowed hard.

On the other end, Jack's voice came through the phone, "Emily, why are you calling me first?"

The voice sounded a bit tense, as if worried about being discovered.

"No need to hide anything now," Emily replied irritably. "Dio has already ascended to Paradise; what could possibly escape him?

He just told me that the Noble Phantasm that grants all wishes in London is called the Holy Grail. You can inform the higher-ups to send David to London."

"Does such a Noble Phantasm really exist? Okay, I'll inform the higher-ups immediately!"

Jack's spirit lifted.

If Dio said to go, then of course, you could go.

Casually, Emily said, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. I still need to check if the orange cat has any issues."

"Is your pet sick? I can find the best vet to check it out for you."

Jack didn't rush to hang up.

In the United States, if a building collapses, it's irrelevant whether people can be saved, but a cat must be rescued.

This underscores the importance of cats.

Emily shook her head, "No need, this cat was transformed by Dio pointing at a whiskey glass. I want to see if there's any difference compared to other orange cats, and I've already asked Ito Otome to come over."

"Is there even such a thing?!"

Jack gasped, feeling that Dio had truly become a god-like existence.

Turning a glass into a cat was not an issue at all.

"I'll get some other experts to look at it. That cat surely holds immense value."

"Alright."

Emily nodded, hung up the phone, and looked down at the orange cat lying on her lap. She reached out to feel its texture, warmth, and even its lazy and disdainful eyes, just like any other orange cat.

This made her suspect if their Noble Phantasms were created in the same way.

If Dio randomly pointed at a stick and solemnly declared: "This is the distant City of Ideals; its ability is to create absolute defense by transforming into walls."

She imagined such a scene in her mind and chuckled, "Pffft, haha."

Emily couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. She didn't know why, but it felt a bit comical.

Perhaps it was the contrast.

In Emily's original thought, creating a Noble Phantasm must involve a complex process, but that previous scene added a layer of humor to its creation.

Upon further thought, Dio might as well create eleven each day, simply saying them until he's tired.

"Haha!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Emily clutched her stomach and laughed again.

Of course, laughing aside, she didn't take it seriously; creating Noble Phantasms couldn't possibly be so casual.