Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

Poison needles shot towards Aozawa.

A gray and white filter suddenly enveloped the intersection.

Time stopped.

Although Will-o'-the-wisp was formidable, at certain moments, the Superpower of time stop proved even more useful.

In the gray and white world, three poison needles had been fired. Two were aimed at Aozawa, and one was aimed at Durant.

Another woman hadn't made a move; it seemed she was observing the situation, trying to gauge whether she should intervene.

Aozawa chose to use the Will-o'-the-wisp Hypnotic World.

In that instant, a monster materialized in the alleyway. It had a particular fondness for poison needles; after swallowing them, it enjoyed devouring the people who had fired them. Aozawa simply programmed its instincts. As for its form, he made it a large black wolf. The entire process, from conception to creation, took less than eight seconds—a rather hasty job.

Time resumed its flow.

Sanada Nobuyoshi watched the poison needles fly towards the blond man, contemplating how to interrogate him and annihilate the organization behind him to complete the mission.

But in the next second, something astounding happened.

"What the hell is that?"

Even with Sanada Nobuyoshi's well-trained composure, he was shocked.

A massive black wolf of unknown breed appeared on the road, its origins and arrival time a complete mystery. But the wolf was fast, like a streak of black lightning racing through the intersection.

It swallowed all three poison needles.

The black wolf licked its lips. It was as large as a bull, its inky black fur draped over its body, and its silver claws looked incredibly sharp. Its pupils fixed on Sanada Nobuyoshi.

An extreme chill rose in his heart, and Sanada Nobuyoshi hurriedly tried to make a move.

The black wolf pushed off with its powerful limbs, its speed defying logic. Its massive frame sliced through the air without a sound, like a gentle breeze caressing a cheek, yet its speed was as fierce as a typhoon.

"AAH!"

Sharp teeth tore a human body apart in an instant.

Sanada Nobuyoshi stared at his lower body as excruciating pain overwhelmed his brain, and he let out a piercing scream. But his screams were quickly silenced.

After the black wolf bit Sanada Nobuyoshi in half at the waist, it seized his upper and lower body in its jaws, crunching them. CRUNCH! CRUNCH! The crisp sound of breaking bones echoed through the intersection.

Blood sprayed from the wolf's mouth, spattering the ground.

GULP. The black wolf swallowed, then used its tongue to lap up every drop of blood from the ground.

This gruesome feeding scene shocked Durant.

The three ninjas on site were also stunned, even forgetting to flee at first. Only when the black wolf looked up, its icy gaze turning to one of the Koga Ninjas, did sheer panic explode in their hearts.

The targeted Koga Ninja tried to run away quickly.

The black wolf pushed off the ground, its massive body instantly appearing beside another ninja.

"Ninjutsu!" The ninja immediately threw a grenade with the pin pulled from his chest, shouting, "Great Fireball Technique!"

BOOM!

The grenade exploded in the wolf's mouth. Smoke poured from between its fangs. The blast exposed the white bone of its jaw, but it still bit the ninja in half at the waist, then frantically devoured the entire body in a few more bites.

"What kind of monster is this?" the remaining Iga shinobi roared, knowing he couldn't outrun this beast. He immediately decided to fight using fibrous threads, slapping a bracelet on his left wrist.

Instantly, dozens of tiny holes appeared on the surface of the bracelet, rapidly shooting out fibrous threads. These threads formed a one-meter radius fiber barrier in front of him, blocking the passage.

The black wolf turned its head, blood still dripping to the ground.

Pushing off with its limbs, its huge frame smashed against the fibrous barrier. Its head, slamming into the barrier, was instantly crisscrossed with wounds, its flesh looking as if it were about to be sliced open. But the enormous force ripped the other end of the threads, anchored to the ground, up along with chunks of earth. The wolf opened its bloody maw wide and bit off the man's upper body.

After chewing ferociously a few times, the black wolf swallowed the flesh and blood. It slowly turned its head. Though covered in wounds, it didn't appear weakened; instead, it exuded an even more ferocious aura.

Durant felt as if even his breathing had halted.

Aozawa deactivated the Will-o'-the-wisp Ability.

The massive form swiftly vanished into the air, along with the black wolf's blood on the ground. But the blood of the two ninjas remained on the walls and the ground.

THUMP, THUMP.

Her heart pounded. The remaining female ninja felt her legs grow weak with fear. What kind of monster was that? Who exactly is the man in front of me? Everything I've witnessed seems beyond imagination.

Yet, as the man's cold gaze turned towards her, the weakness in her legs suddenly disappeared. An indescribable excitement surged from the depths of her heart.

As a ninja, she had long become indifferent to killing. It was like slaughtering chickens or crushing ants; it failed to stir any excitement within her. But at this moment, a strong desire suddenly erupted in the female ninja's heart: she wanted to kill this man. This intense desire surged from her heart to her limbs, a level of exhilaration she had never experienced before.

Killing this man would be akin to conquering the world. In the light novels I've read, this man is like a king wielding a divine artifact. He's completely different from other men. I desperately want to tear into and kill this formidable individual!

The female ninja no longer hid. Instead, she removed her transparent camouflage glasses, revealing eyes brimming with allure. Then, she grabbed the chain on her forehead and pulled it straight down. The transparent camouflage peeled away, revealing the face beneath.

The female ninja had a seductively foxy appearance, with full red lips, a small black mole below them, and long black hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Beneath the camouflage uniform, there was nothing but her snow-white skin. The female ninja had unzipped her top to her chest.

She understood men's desires well. She hadn't revealed everything, only most of it. The camouflage material on either side of the opening conveniently hid the pink of her nipples.

"My lord," she cooed, "I mean no harm. I am but a female ninja acting on orders."

She knew that men these days harbored an indescribable desire for the very concept of a 'female ninja.' Especially one with a voluptuous figure.

Her eyes were misty, like a rose glistening with raindrops.

Durant aimed his gun, intending to deal with this woman.

Dio pressed down his arm, saying gently, "Durant, it's rather impolite to point a gun at a lady. Let her come."

"Fine." Durant put away his gun.

Thrilled, the female ninja knew her honey trap had worked. She swayed her hips, taking cat-like steps, her body sending out rhythmic ripples with each movement as she inched closer to the blond man. Her eyes conveyed an admiration that men found irresistible, and she spoke softly, "As long as my lord spares my life, I am willing to do anything."

She lifted her arm, touching the blond man's sturdy chest, her fingertips lightly tracing over his pectoral muscles.

She pondered, At this distance, could I kill him if I made my move? Considering his exceptional Ability... The female ninja suppressed the urge, deciding to wait until she could use her mouth... to bite *it* off in one go. No matter how strong a man was, that part of him was always vulnerable. He would be the tenth man to die by her mouth.

Aozawa had to admit, the female ninja's seduction arts were truly exquisite.

He lifted the woman's chin and, using his Hypnosis Ability, asked, "Your beautiful hands, how many innocent people have they killed for your cold-hearted bosses and politicians?"

The female ninja answered without any hesitation, "Thirteen."

After blurting it out, she realized something was amiss. When had I become so honest? I should have lied and said I hadn't killed anyone!

"I like honest people," Aozawa said, placing his hand over her chest.

"Ah..." The female ninja immediately discarded all doubts, her face taking on a seductive expression as she uttered a moan designed to stir a man's desires. This sound wasn't natural; it was trained, more heartfelt than those of ladies in a brothel.

A black Chrysanthemum pattern appeared on the female ninja's pale chest, emitting an eerily beautiful aura.

Aozawa lifted his hand, admiring the sight. The thought of an explosion flashed through his mind.

The female ninja had no time to ponder the blond man's next move as a searing heat rose in her chest. It was even more intense than the passionate killing intent she had felt earlier, like real flames burning within her body.

"This feeling?!"

The female ninja looked down. The black Chrysanthemum pattern on her chest cracked, and flames suddenly erupted from within, dark smoke billowing out. The sensation spread from her chest to her limbs, to her brain.

With a BANG, the female ninja vanished from the world.

The Marked Detonation Ability, even in its weakened state, could still blast a person to smithereens. Its destructive power simply wasn't the same as before. If he marked a house, he couldn't blow up the entire building, only a large chunk around the black Chrysanthemum pattern.

Durant was terrified by this spectacle.

The female ninja was clearly not an honest person, but when Dio questioned her, she actually gave a truthful answer. What did this imply? It implied Dio could make a person answer truthfully. But Jack from the CIA hadn't informed him of this beforehand. Those damned bastards! Durant cursed inwardly, unable to suppress the fear gripping his heart.

What if Dio asked if I had any ulterior motives for getting close to him? Wouldn't I have to tell the truth? Then again, perhaps it wouldn't be like that. Initially, I hadn't shown any willingness to join. If Dio hadn't asked then, he probably wouldn't ask later. The reasoning was simple. People treat acquaintances and strangers completely differently. If I had actively offered to join Dio's organization and follow him from the start, he most likely would have interrogated me. But getting to know Dio for a while and then being personally recruited by him? That was a completely different scenario. If Dio personally recruited me, he definitely wouldn't ask if I was an enemy spy. If he did, and I wasn't, it would create a very awkward situation. 'We've become so familiar, and you still suspect me?' Of course, if Dio had the ability to extract the information and then make me forget, *that* would be truly dangerous.

Durant's mind raced with these thoughts. He had never felt death so near; it was like a thin membrane, ready to burst at the slightest touch.

Aozawa glanced at him and said, "You should be more careful in the future. Those Right Wing people aren't incompetent either."

"I got it," Durant replied.

He breathed an inward sigh of relief. Dio didn't suspect me, for now. This was the best possible outcome, he thought.