Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

The world shook.

From the Blue House to the Kremlin, Buckingham Palace, The White House, and Elysee Palace.

Spanning different time zones.

No matter day or night, even if the President was still in bed sleeping with his spouse, he had to be forcibly roused to listen to an important report.

The incumbent Prime Minister stepping down was significant, but what was even more critical was whether Dio would take over.

Related videos became hot topics on platforms like Twitter, YouTube, and TikTok, sparking countless online discussions across regions. Japan is not one of those small African nations, but a developed country. Netizens were curious about how a woman could rise to power with just a watermelon knife and who exactly Dio is.

「Venezuela, the capital, Caracas.」

The night enveloped the city. Inside David Tower, claimed to be the world's tallest slum, the lights of the lower levels were already extinguished. Only the upper levels remained lit.

Loud music reverberated through the place. Venezuela's famous beauty pageant contestants were here, gyrating their waists and reveling to the rhythm of the music.

In this nation increasingly on the decline, the gap between the rich and the poor was growing infinitely wider. The impoverished of the lower levels had to queue up early at supermarkets to fight for food, even lashing out at each other over a few loaves of bread or a bottle of water.

Higher up in David Tower, gang leaders tainted with blood and darkness lived a life of lavish indulgence by night. The gangs ruling David Tower changed one after another, yet their lives were strikingly similar.

Drugs, fine wine, women. Paul did not appreciate such a lifestyle.

To him, a person should not lack progress. When one had status and was no longer troubled by life's necessities, one should acquire knowledge and expand their horizons.

Thus, after he climbed to the top, he often read books, kept abreast of major world events, and preferred to lock himself in his study—not too spacious, but fragrant with the scent of books. The warm light illuminated the room as he watched a viral video on YouTube, its views already surpassing 30 million.

The title was "The Prime Minister's Doomsday: The Japanese Watermelon Knife War Goddess." After watching the video, Paul quickly stood up and twisted open the door.

The jarring music instantly vibrated his eardrums, multicolored lights flickering in the darkness. High on drugs, people swayed their bodies uninhibitedly; many men and women were already sprawled on tables, emitting enticing sounds.

He frowned slightly but said nothing. In this country where children ran through the streets clutching banknotes, everyday items in the supermarkets started at millions.

Expecting those below to work hard naturally required material rewards, not just empty promises. Paul skirted around those people and headed toward the central area.

A row of leather sofas was arranged in a crescent shape, with a tall man sitting in the central one. His skin was dark, with black hair, black eyes, and a full beard. His attire was unmistakably flamboyant.

Gold chains hung around his neck, a gold watch on his wrist, gemstone rings on all ten fingers, a Hawaiian-style colorful shirt and large shorts, and slippers on his feet. A woman, as languid as an American Shorthair cat, lounged on the man's shoulder, her eyes brimming with seductive allure.

"Paul, it's rare to see you here. Do you want to play too?" the man laughed heartily.

Paul shook his head and approached. "Ramon, I want you to see this."

Upon hearing this, Ramon immediately pushed the women beside him away, clearing a seat for Paul. They were brothers in bond, friends since birth, both having been babies from an orphanage, abandoned on the same day in adjacent cribs. Even if he didn't care much for Paul's studies, he respected Paul's interests and hobbies and had specifically set up a study at their base.

Paul also treasured his friendship with Ramon. He sat down and showed him the video on YouTube.

Ramon blinked, rubbing his forehead. "Japan... I think I've heard of this country."

"Japan is a developed country. The United States has a large military presence there."

Paul's words made Ramon frown slightly. He hadn't read many books, but he wasn't an idiot; he possessed an almost superhuman sensitivity when it came to conflict. "This is too strange. If it's a developed country, how could a woman do such a thing with a knife?"

Ramon asked, then said to himself, "And who is this Dio? If he orchestrated this conspiracy, then why would the woman call for Dio to take over the country?"

Paul shook his head. "I'm not sure. But didn't someone recently offer a large sum of money in the underworld to hire capable fighters to go to Tokyo, Japan?"

"Oh, I've heard about that. That fellow from Tiger Spider responded to the call and went to Tokyo," Ramon replied, his eyes gradually brightening as he smiled. "This is interesting, Paul. If that woman could do it, there's no reason we can't."

He spoke with a hint of excitement. After his gang reached the peak in Caracas, he had begun to lose sight of his goals.

Now he thought, why couldn't he usurp the ultimate power? Even a woman with a watermelon knife dared to dream such audacious dreams and succeed in a developed country. He had men and guns, and the current dire state of the country fueled public discontent. As long as someone led the opposition, he might well become the President of this country, assuming power by force.

"Paul, let's strive to seize the nation together!"

"Ramon, I advise you to cool down. Governing a country is completely different from running a gang," Paul shook his head, speaking softly. "We should support the government's people first, suppress the opposition, gain military backing from them, and then seize an opportunity to usurp power."

Ramon hooked Paul's shoulder, roaring with laughter. "You're right! Keep showing me other videos."

"Sure." Paul nodded. He had shown his friend the video to ignite Ramon's fighting spirit.

He found that ever since his friend stood at the peak of the underworld, he had become engrossed in the pleasures of women and alcohol, losing the domineering attitude that proclaimed, 'I alone can conquer the world!' This was a very dangerous situation. He urgently needed to set a new goal for Ramon. He couldn't let him continue to degenerate, becoming like those gang leaders who ruled David Tower, decaying amid women and liquor, only to be overthrown by emerging gangs.

The view counts of these short videos soared, powerfully stimulating ambitious individuals in South America and Africa, where such narratives found a highly receptive audience.

「Shinjuku, Central Building.」

The gloomy sky looked like it was about to bring heavy rain. Jack stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring in the direction of the official residence, lacking his usual leisure for enjoying the magnificent scenery.

At this moment, he was like an ant on a hot pan, feeling exceedingly anxious. He was waiting for a decision from above. Whether to stop it or not? These issues had to be resolved in the shortest time possible; the longer they dragged on, the harder it was to explain the current situation. For a short time, they could say it was AI's doing. The current AI technology was very advanced, and creating such a video was nothing out of the ordinary. Then came the elimination of evidence, having the official residence hold a press conference, and hiring internet trolls to leave comments in relevant sections. The world's public opinion would change in an instant, shifting focus to whether the future of AI posed a threat to mankind. This topic fed into the anxieties of people who feared being replaced by advancing AI technology.

Jack gazed out of the window. Suddenly, someone knocked on his office door. He turned his head and said, "Come in."

A CIA agent entered, his expression grave. "Minister Jack, according to our investigation, Rumi Yoshizawa's entry into the official residence is connected to Taguchi Saburo, who is responsible for its defense. Taguchi's family has disappeared, most likely kidnapped by some organization. We are still investigating who kidnapped them."

"How long has it been since Rumi Yoshizawa made her statement?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"Is that so." Jack's gaze darkened. Dio still hadn't appeared.

The most troublesome part of this incident was Dio, not Rumi Yoshizawa. Fifteen minutes and no appearance. It meant Dio was likely not going to respond to Rumi Yoshizawa's call to appear on TV and take over the country.

DING-LING.

The telephone on the desk suddenly rang. He gestured for the agent to leave, then quickly picked up the phone. "Chief, are there any orders from above?"

"The farce is over," John replied succinctly.

The authorities had not suppressed the short video, even allowing it to circulate worldwide. However, the feedback was not ideal. Apart from a frenzy among netizens, the real target they wanted to lure out was nowhere to be seen. Dio was not going to appear.

Knowing this was enough for those above to decide this farce should end.

"Alright." Jack hung up the phone and dialed another number.

「...」

BEEP. Dohashi Shinjiro's cell phone rang. In the silent conference room, it rang particularly loud.

Rumi Yoshizawa glanced at him with displeasure. "Didn't you turn off your phone?"

"Sorry, it might be my mother. She probably saw the TV interview and is calling to ask about the situation," Dohashi Shinjiro replied with a smile. He didn't step aside but answered the call right there, his frank demeanor raising no suspicions.

Rumi Yoshizawa didn't have the patience for such things. She was restless. Was Lord Dio unaware of the video or the TV news? That would explain why he hadn't shown up yet. In her imagination, Lord Dio would see the news and quickly contact her. Why hadn't he appeared yet? Was he still napping?

Those thoughts flashed through her mind, but she tried hard to suppress them, convinced Lord Dio would definitely contact her.

Upon answering the call, Dohashi Shinjiro heard Jack's icy voice from the other end: "The game is over."

Hearing this, Dohashi Shinjiro felt an overwhelming joy, almost wanting to cry. He took a deep breath and said, "Rumi, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Rumi Yoshizawa's train of thought was interrupted. Seeing his serious expression, she frowned slightly. Surely, he wasn't going to confess his feelings to her? What a joke! Her body and soul were already devoted to Lord Dio.

As she thought this, her expression remained unchanged. "What do you want to say?"

"I am sick of your neuroticism!" Dohashi Shinjiro roared, pulling out a pistol and aiming at her astonished face before pulling the trigger.

BANG! At that moment, he felt the world turn silent, and a wave of relief washed over his body and mind.