Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

In the Different Space, Emily was excited by the prospect of communicating with the local inhabitants. She didn't rush to ask a barrage of questions, as that would have seemed very impolite. After all, they were under no obligation to drop what they were doing to satisfy her curiosity.

Aozawa wasn't eager to have Griffith act as an explanatory NPC either. He chose to have the Hawk Band start a fire and cook.

The large group of people was not under Aozawa's direct control. Aozawa had simply hypnotized the Different Space, making the Different Space believe that it should contain such a group of idealistic people: a black-haired warrior named Gus, a female warrior named Kassia, and others.

Their personalities were distinct, their hearts beat, and beneath their skin, they possessed the body heat of normal people. Even if they perceived themselves as human, they were definitely not. The difference between reality and illusion lies in the past and future; clearly, they had neither. Once the Will-o'-the-wisp effect wore off, they would vanish along with the Different Space, and could not be called real humans.

The Hawk Band began busying themselves with breakfast. To Emily, Morimoto Chiyoda, and the others, everything was imbued with the vibrancy of life. Every action was worth observing, as astonishing as watching gorillas in a zoo start a fire and cook.

Conversely, Emily could tell from the occasional glances from the Hawk Band members that she and her companions had become, in their eyes, the gorillas.

"Griffith said that they usually start a fire and cook after hunting the first Monster, to fill their stomachs. This is a rule of the Hawk Band," Emily briefly explained to everyone.

Curiously, Morimoto Chiyoda asked, "What language do you use when you communicate with him?"

"Danish." Emily spread her hands. "Don't ask me why they use Danish; I'm not sure of the specific reason myself. Perhaps a concrete answer will emerge later."

"Remember to ask him about Dio," Morimoto Chiyoda said, her focus solely on this.

"Don't worry," Emily reassured with a smile.

「...」

After everything seemed to be arranged, Aozawa had Griffith step forward. A bowl of steaming fried eggs and steak sat before him, the gleam of oil on its surface enough to whet anyone's appetite.

"Miss Emily, I hope you won't mind," Griffith began. "We still have to travel later, so we might as well address some questions while we eat."

"I'm very grateful that you've taken the time to answer our questions, Mr. Griffith."

"Just call me Griffith."

Emily looked at the handsome man before her. His posture, even seated on the ground, was elegant, and his manner of eating steak exuded an indescribable air of nobility. She didn't rush to speak, waiting until he had swallowed the meat in his mouth before saying, "Griffith, you don't seem at all surprised by our arrival."

"According to the Milante Ancient Scripture, when the light fades, Monsters breed. The boundaries set by God will be broken by the Netherworld, and strangely dressed Wanderers will appear in this land. That is the beginning of disaster. It also signifies the end of all catastrophes. The Wings of Light will appear in the world and, on the ruins of Uda, build Falconia, the human paradise, saving the people plunged into suffering."

From his gentle voice, Emily glimpsed a sliver of the world's truth. God really exists! The prophecy is truly effective! If not for this, there was no explaining how the man before her could have known of their arrival.

Emily was exceptionally excited and couldn't help but confirm, "Griffith, does God really exist?"

"Unclear. But in recent years, more and more non-human creatures have appeared in the world, attacking villages and countries. As you can see, the land is barren."

Aozawa had Griffith skewer a piece of steak, his expression turning grave as he said, "Before I met you, I also doubted whether the words in the Milante Ancient Scripture were true. But seeing your attire and those peculiar weapons, I am convinced: the records of the Milante Ancient Scripture are not wrong."

Morimoto Chiyoda watched the two converse in that incomprehensible language, a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest. She was desperate to know what they were saying but knew that pressing Emily now wouldn't be right. She could only quell her inner restlessness and wait quietly.

Emily took a deep breath and asked the question that concerned her most, "Griffith, do you know the name Dio?"

Aozawa had Griffith's expression show a hint of surprise. Griffith then nodded and said, "He and I have been old acquaintances for a thousand years."

"Eh! A thousand years ago? But... you look so young!" Emily stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the man before her had lived for a millennium. He looked so youthful that to say he was twenty would almost seem an overestimation of his age.

"Dio and I are both Angel Envoys; you can't judge our true age by appearances. As recorded in the Milante Ancient Scripture, we Angel Envoys, when destiny arrives, are to become the right and left hands of the Wings of Light. Or perhaps, the Wings of Light are hidden among the Angel Envoys, waiting for destiny's arrival to awaken."

Griffith picked up the fried egg, his expression calm, as Aozawa had him fabricate, "It's just that Dio never believed in the Milante Ancient Scripture. He only wanted to reach Paradise by his own strength."

Emily took a deep breath, finally accepting this. Griffith killed the Lion Bull Monster with a single blow, she reflected. That's not strength a normal human possesses. She recalled her first meeting with Dio, how she had sensed that while he was young and handsome, he carried himself with an air of someone who had lived for hundreds of years. Connecting that to what Griffith said, Dio must indeed be an ancient being.

"Griffith, what is an Angel Envoy?"

"They are the chosen ones granted power by God."

Aozawa had Griffith raise his hand. A soft white light emanated from Griffith's palm for a moment before quickly vanishing. Griffith then asked, "How did you encounter Dio?"

At his words, Emily had to suppress her doubts. She began to describe Dio's actions in Tokyo, then steered the conversation back on track: "Griffith, what exactly is this Paradise Dio speaks of?"

"My understanding of Paradise differs from Dio's. I believe the Milante Ancient Scripture's account: Paradise is where God resides. It's an island adrift in the river of time. God was born there, created one being, regarded him as His firstborn son, and named him Leon. The Firstborn, worried that God would be alone after his own death, created humans and established humanity's first kingdom, Uda, on that island. Leon was honored as the King of Wisdom. God granted him the authority of the King of Wisdom to rule over mankind. However, only the King could witness God's divine presence. The King's earlier concerns remained unaddressed. From his own essence, he created three sons, hoping they would serve God after his death. But the brothers quarreled over who should inherit the Crown of Wisdom, a dispute that eventually led to a rebellion. The King of Wisdom quelled the rebellion but was deeply impacted by it and fell into a deep sleep. Angered, God banished all of humanity from the island. He prophesied that only when the Firstborn awoke could mankind redeem its sins and return to Origin Island."

Gulp. Emily swallowed, experiencing the shock and thrill of an archaeologist unearthing unknown history. She knew that what was recorded in the Milante Ancient Scripture could very well be true. Their very arrival proved that the compilers of the Milante Ancient Scripture possessed a certain ability to foresee the future.

The idea of foreseeing the future, when considered through the lens of modern society and scientific reasoning, seemed utterly unscientific. But in a world like this, foreseeing the future seemed normal, not something beyond belief.

"Does Dio want to replace God?"

"No, Dio believes that God does not exist but that Paradise does. He once invited me to join him, claiming that he had prepared the conditions to ascend to Paradise."

"What conditions?" Emily subconsciously pressed.

Aozawa had Griffith shake his head and reply, "I'm not sure. Dio never told me because I refused his offer. However, during our exchanges, he mentioned that the souls of sinners possess exceptionally strong power."

"The souls of sinners... Wait. If Dio has lived for a thousand years, why are his Abilities constantly increasing?" Emily spotted a flaw in the narrative.

A flicker of contemplation crossed Griffith's face—Aozawa's doing—as he seemed to consider before answering, "Are you referring to Abilities? The number of an Angel Envoy's Abilities is fixed from the start. They neither increase nor diminish. I don't know what Dio's Abilities are, or how many he possesses, but I doubt he could break the laws governing Angel Envoys."

"Really? But why does he use different Abilities for his crimes each week?"

"It's probably some sort of ritual. I don't know the specifics," Aozawa had Griffith casually brush off the question.

He wasn't worried Emily wouldn't believe him. Because of their different identities—Griffith was a man from this Different Space and had no reason to lie for Dio—Emily couldn't possibly doubt Griffith's words.

"I see." Shocked, Emily nonetheless found the explanation logical. Dio's activities probably aren't driven by work or leisure, she considered, but by a necessary ritual to ascend to Paradise. And killing those sinners... that must be part of it too.

"Does Dio aim to dominate the world by ascending to Paradise?"

"According to him, it's for an ideal. He wishes to make everyone happy. But in my view, Dio doesn't truly love real people. The people he loves are abstract, conforming to his imagination. I believe such people don't exist in this world." Aozawa deliberately had Griffith express this disapproval of Dio, making it clear to Emily that Griffith and Dio were not cut from the same cloth. "Real people have various strengths and also flaws, but Dio cannot tolerate those flaws. His desire to ascend to Paradise and make everyone happy is merely a vague concept."

"Indeed." Emily nodded. That motivation sounds just like Dio, she thought.

Following Aozawa's direction, Griffith swallowed the last bite of his fried egg and stood up. "It's not appropriate to keep you here any longer," he said. "Let's return to Milante's Royal Capital, Wyndham. The Princess will use her Ability to send you back."

"We can go back?" Emily was quite surprised.

Aozawa had Griffith nod. "Of course. The Princess is also an Angel Envoy. She can blur the boundaries set by God and send you back to your original world."