Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

Luxurious.

That was the only word Aozawa would use to describe the Phoenix Academy family's birthday banquet.

The many exquisite dishes and desserts seemed like props from a Hollywood blockbuster about gastronomy. He couldn't name any of them; he just thought they looked beautiful.

Judging by how others enjoyed the food, it undoubtedly tasted delicious as well.

The venue's arrangement varied for different guests.

For the corporate executives, the side halls they occupied exuded luxury and prestige.

The food served there consisted mostly of rich meats and fine liquors, presented in a simple yet direct manner, showcasing the Phoenix Academy family's financial might.

The main hall was different. Its decor was understated and profound, as if to display a deep cultural heritage, distinct from that of the nouveau riche.

The dishes served here were all authentic Japanese cuisine, each meticulously prepared, displaying Japan's culinary culture.

The plates were all ceramic.

Aozawa, transformed into a light breeze, drifted about, observing Phoenix Academy Maggie navigate the crowd. She displayed a social grace different from her demeanor at school, skillfully engaging anyone in conversation and eliciting satisfied smiles, regardless of whether she knew them beforehand.

As expected of a young lady from a prestigious family, Aozawa thought. If she chose to be insincere, ordinary people wouldn't detect anything amiss.

Aozawa decided not to linger. He chose to leave, planning to finish his night run before returning to observe more of the birthday banquet.

According to Maggie, there would be a spectacular special effects performance later in the evening.

Although Phoenix Academy Maggie had promised to share a short video with him, such performances were still best experienced in person.

He left the Phoenix Academy mansion.

「...」

Time trickled by.

The opulent and boisterous birthday banquet concluded amidst a display of splendid 3D image fireworks.

The lifelike imagery symbolized the progress of modern technology, but Onofre was indifferent. He had initially been annoyed because Mark hadn't received any news about the man in sunglasses.

However, once he entered the banquet, his gaze was captivated by Madame Kochou.

Her deep purple evening gown was adorned with specks of light that twinkled as gem shards embedded in the fabric reflected the light.

Her figure was voluptuous, and her fair skin flawless—she didn't look like a woman over thirty at all. Her mature charm was irresistibly tempting, making one yearn to taste such ripened sweetness.

Of course, what truly stirred Onofre was the desire he could see lurking in Madame Kochou's eyes.

He liked people with such strong desires.

Whether men or women, individuals with such eyes excited Onofre.

He himself was a man of strong desires, believing that if one wanted to do something, one should pursue it vigorously.

There was no need for deliberation; all consideration and caution were behaviors of the weak. A true powerhouse rewards themselves at any given moment. Whether for three days and nights or ten, as long as one desired, they could keep rewarding themselves without any regard for their physical well-being. Such concerns were mere excuses for the useless and weak.

Onofre made up his mind—he would impregnate this woman with his child.

Since he could no longer find any worthy opponents in this world, his only recourse was to have an exceptional woman bear his offspring, whom he could then treat as an adversary to while away his long, tedious existence.

"Director John, you'll have to go back on your own."

John, sitting in the back seat of the car, frowned. "What do you intend to do?"

"It's nothing momentous," Onofre said. "I just want to pluck a ripe apple and savor its taste."

John's eyebrows furrowed.

He knew that nothing he said now would change this man's mind, so he merely cautioned, "Don't cause too much of a scene."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." A smile spread across Onofre's face as he turned and left, not heading straight for the mansion to avoid being stopped by John.

He wasn't ready to twist John's head off just yet; for now, at least, he needed the CIA to help cover up some of his messes.

「...」

"Maggie, you performed very well," said Madame Kochou, patting Phoenix Academy Maggie on the shoulder. She was clearly satisfied with her daughter's performance at the birthday banquet.

Her handling of various social interactions was impeccable.

Madame Kochou could tell that the praise from others was sincere. The future heir of the Phoenix Academy family, she mused, would surely be the most outstanding member of Japan's Silver Hexagram.

The corporate executives also held Phoenix Academy Maggie in high regard.

This was excellent news.

"Mother, this is all simply what I ought to do," Phoenix Academy Maggie replied, a smile gracing her lips.

Wearing a mask and insincerely dealing with those people for so long had been tiring, but at this moment, all that effort felt worthwhile.

"Go and rest. You have school tomorrow and need to be fully refreshed," Madame Kochou instructed.

"Yes," Phoenix Academy Maggie replied with a nod, then turned to leave.

Madame Kochou stretched her own shoulders. It was exactly eight o'clock.

Although the plans targeting the Takizawa Group needed to be set in motion, today was her birthday—a rare occasion—and she wanted to relax and indulge a little.

She went to the bathroom, soaked for a while, then changed into a loose bathrobe, tying the belt to accentuate her slender waist.

Madame Kochou was quite pleased with the figure she maintained.

She walked towards her bedroom, pushed open the door, and flipped the light switch with her right hand.

The warm-colored lights illuminated the bedroom, which was sparsely furnished with just a simple bed, a desk, and a bookshelf.

Madame Kochou closed the door behind her.

"Good evening, Madame Kochou."

A deep male voice came from the balcony to her side. Madame Kochou glanced over, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I remember you. You're Onofre, Director John's associate, aren't you? What is it?"

"Nothing important," Onofre said, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. "I just wanted to discuss with Madame Kochou the process of creating human life."

Madame Kochou looked at the man exuding a bestial aura, even the scent of blood, and said coldly, "Do you realize what you're saying?"

"Of course, I do. You must want it too, right? Even with all your wealth, you cannot fill the emptiness in your heart. I can see it very clearly: the fire in your eyes burns relentlessly, speaking of your dissatisfaction."

Onofre took his hands out of his pockets and spread his arms. "Don't worry," he said. "Let me satisfy you tonight!"

Madame Kochou gasped, shock apparent on her delicate face.

This reaction pleased Onofre. He laughed and said, "I wasn't mistaken. Deep in your bones, you long to be dominated by a powerful being."

"Dio!"

Madame Kochou didn't even look at Onofre. Instead, her gaze was fixed in shock upon the blond man who had suddenly materialized from thin air behind Onofre.

His tall frame, skin so pale it was almost translucent, a bewitching aura, and captivating eyes—everything about him proclaimed him to be the Superpower User they had so tirelessly pursued.

"Huh?"

An expression of surprise crossed Onofre's face. He turned. Their eyes met. An intense, heart-pounding unease surged through him, like a frog eyed by a snake.

Or perhaps a hound targeted by a fierce tiger.

Almost by instinct, Onofre fell into a defensive stance, crossing his arms. In that instant, his shock intensified.

Usually, it was others who took such a wary position against him. But now, he was adopting this defensive posture voluntarily against the man in front of him? The other man hadn't even lifted a hand, yet he exuded such overwhelming pressure!

"Dio."

Onofre uttered the name. He remembered very clearly that Director John of the CIA had described Dio as an exceptionally powerful man.

John had hired him as a bodyguard specifically to counter the danger Dio represented.

"When did you get here?" Onofre growled. He couldn't believe he hadn't detected any presence beforehand.

Aozawa folded his arms across his chest, watching the man in front of him.

Earlier at the birthday banquet, he'd noticed this man eyeing Maggie's mother with a strange intensity. As it turned out, this guy really did have a thing for other men's women.

"No need for the dead to know too much."

Aozawa spoke casually, one hand on his hip, as he strode forward with an alluring, cat-like gait. His completely unguarded posture seemed riddled with openings.

Onofre frowned slightly, feeling provoked.

In the past, when encountering opponents he disdained, he too would often forgo any defensive posture.

"Who the hell do you think I am, you bastard!"

Onofre roared in fury, veins bulging on his temples. He stomped his feet violently, every muscle in his body coiling with tension, as if transforming from a man into a fierce tiger warily surveying its surroundings.

A shout came from outside, "Madame Kochou!"

"Stay out, all of you! Retreat!" Madame Kochou shouted, unwilling to let anyone disturb this scene for fear of provoking Dio.

Aozawa observed Onofre's furious display, his own expression impassive, and continued his leisurely advance.

Onofre glared viciously at the man in front of him.

As his opponent stepped into the striking range of his legs, a fierce glint flashed in Onofre's eyes. His right leg tensed and then swept forward like a black whip, lashing towards the man's chest with the force of a thunderclap.

BOOM!

Dirt and stone sprayed. Onofre's eyes widened in astonishment. "What?!" he exclaimed.

Overwhelmed by shock, he kicked off the ground with his left foot and rapidly retreated until his back slammed against the wall. He stared at the man's chest—it wasn't flesh and blood, but solid rock.

The hole torn open by his kick was instantly filled by more rock.

"Your strength is considerable; you're a fine Martial Artist. Against that, I'll need to be harder than mere rock."

As Aozawa spoke, his skin transformed into hard Diamond. His body absorbed Earth Element from the ground, swelling to about three meters in height, resembling Diamond Jozu from Pirate King.

His entire body glittered.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Cold sweat beaded on Onofre's forehead. Faced with this sudden turn of events, even his formidable resolve wavered; he felt his entire worldview shattering.

We're all martial practitioners! How could a non-human monster suddenly appear out of nowhere?!

"He is Dio," Madame Kochou explained, her voice trembling slightly. "Mankind's only known Superpower User. He could also be described as an Angel Envoy wielding powers from a Different World."

No matter how much data she had on Dio, nothing could compare to the shock of facing him in person. This was the power of Dio!!

Onofre's taut nerves suddenly eased. "I see... a Superpower User, haha." He chuckled. "I prefer to save the tastiest morsels for last. Until we meet again."

With a powerful kick, he smashed through the floor, dropping to the level below.