Superpower: Nightmare Party.
Seeing the na of this new superpower, Aozawa probably understands that the ability has sothing to do with dreams, so he doesn’t rush to test it.
Who would want to dream right after waking up?
Aozawa got up, not wearing any clothes, just a pair of boxers, swaggering to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, then entered the living room.
"The man who tas horses, you’re mighty and majestic~"
He twisted his waist and sang a line loudly.
Morimoto Chiyoda sat there, her black long hair tied in a single ponytail, wearing a gray suit jacket over a white shirt, paired with a black skirt wrapping her thighs.
Coffee-colored stockings covered her calves.
If she wore glasses and held a pointer, she would exude the alluring aura of a private tutor.
Not bad, maybe try with her next ti.
"Stop showing off there, co over for breakfast."
Her voice was as enticing as the morning breeze on Hawaii Beach, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, knowing full well Aozawa was using a charming tactic to ignite her inner fla.
Unfortunately, she was about to go to work, her heart already sealed, fire extinguished, like a lifeless still water.
"Okay."
Seeing that she wasn’t falling for it, Aozawa didn’t continue the antics, obediently walked up, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Today’s breakfast was seafood porridge, and there was also a plate of fried tempura on the table.
Morimoto Chiyoda picked up a piece of tempura and put it in his bowl, pretending to give advice, but actually probing his itinerary for today, "Today, you must do your best to clean the house thoroughly, only after buying groceries can you cozy up with Iroha."
"Iroha’s busy today."
Aozawa looked quite gloomy.
He and Iroha were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
But anyone who’s been in a relationship knows, those couples that stick together as soon as the relationship is confird are always a minority.
Iroha had her own things to attend to, and couldn’t possibly accompany Aozawa every day.
Although Aozawa really wanted to say, don’t bother with work, he’ll take care of her in the future.
But considering Iroha’s passion for her career as a blogger, he chose to respect her choice and didn’t say anything impolite.
Telling soone who’s working hard not to, is undoubtedly very hurtful.
"Haha."
Morimoto Chiyoda let out a sowhat smug laugh, enjoying seeing Aozawa’s look of longing without being able to get it.
Aozawa angrily took a bite of the tempura, stretching his right foot forward under the table.
Morimoto Chiyoda rcilessly delivered a hand chop to his instep, saying irritably, "Don’t delay my work."
"Okay."
Aozawa retracted his foot, deciding to start testing the Nightmare Party superpower after grocery shopping, and then randomly selecting lucky spectators to enter it.
As for the extent of the weakening of the 100% lottery, he didn’t care, it was an ability so powerful it was useless.
As long as Aozawa’s moral standards hadn’t deteriorated to the point of ignoring the world, he wouldn’t use the 100% lottery ability for anything.
Just let that superpower and the ability to always have a girl as a cushion after falling beco dust of history together.
Wait, Aozawa suddenly realized, he had quite a few superpowers, yet so were already being used much less frequently.
Aozawa thought about it, let it decrease.
A superpower that refreshes every week was no different from collectibles, new ones are always better than old ones, unless the old ones are rare limited editions.
Just like Elent Replacent, Schrodinger’s Cat, Global Travel, Defense Barrier, those abilities he still used often, which shows that good superpowers don’t fade with ti.
Aozawa lowered his head to drink the seafood porridge.
...
Ti quietly slipped away.
Kita-Senju, outside the Adachi Market, at the milk tea shop entrance, Aozawa received the green juice pearl milk tea handed over by the staff, turned around, and found Hojo Shouko standing behind him, seemingly a bit dazed.
"Shouko, do you have sothing on your mind?"
Speaking, he handed the green juice pearl milk tea forward.
Hojo Shouko heard his words, quickly returned to her senses, held the green juice pearl milk tea with both hands, and said softly, "Sorry, Aozawa-senpai, I was thinking about other things, a bit distracted."
"It’s okay, if you have any troubles, you can confide in ."
Aozawa’s mouth curled into a reliable senior’s sunny smile.
Hojo Shouko held the milk tea, hardly hesitating, "This matter won’t be helped by telling Aozawa-senpai."
After all, the thing she was troubled by was related to Aozawa-senpai.
Thinking about how her big brother was going to drag her to Furusawa-senpai’s house to attend the birthday party on August 23rd.
Hojo Shouko’s heart was full of helplessness because she had casually expressed a desire to attend, and afterwards, no matter what she said, her big brother regarded it as excuses not to trouble others, thus refused.
Normally rough big brother sotis shows that headache-inducing kindness.
She really was very troubled.
Thinking about seeing Phoenix Academy’s Senior and Aozawa-senpai standing together, their sweet appearances made Hojo Shouko want to distract herself by thinking of the day when a teor would hit Earth’s surface, causing world destruction.
Aozawa was pierced by her blunt words and jokingly said sothing serious, "Shouko, to tell you the truth, there’s nothing in this world that I can’t do, even if you want to be the President of the United States, it’s no problem."
"Aozawa-senpai, please stop asking about these things."
Hojo Shouko shook her head, inserted the straw into her matcha bubble tea, and then walked forward on her own.
There’s no way she could confide her troubles to Aozawa-senpai. The fact that her friend’s sister was interested in her would probably make him feel very troubled.
Aozawa could not see through her calm face to any hidden worries, could it be that she’s on her period?
That’s indeed sothing difficult to talk about with a guy, and it’s unknown whether the ability of marvelous resurgence would work on periods.
I’ll try it later, Aozawa thought to himself, not continuing the topic.
He knew that although Shouko appeared quiet and gentle, with no opinions, in reality, beneath that soft chest, lay a heart stronger than steel.
...
Marvelous resurgence didn’t find any faults with Shouko; her body was very healthy, and periods, being a normal physiological phenonon, likely wouldn’t be considered an injury or illness by the ability.
Aozawa felt curious, what exactly was Shouko worried about?
But he did not stay to eavesdrop.
Shouko is not the type to spill her heart out at random; she’s a complete introvert.
If Aozawa didn’t speak, Shouko could stand beside him for hours without saying a word and wouldn’t feel awkward at all.
He transford into a breeze and slipped out of the Hojo family, using Schrödinger’s Cat to jump directly back to the Morimoto family.
The invisible wind swirled in the air, and the mont it dissipated, Aozawa’s feet landed on the bedroom floor.
A shadow soldier was stationed by the phone on the bedside table, ready to notify Aozawa of any ssages that might co through when the phone lit up.
Creating the impression that he was always at ho chatting, no longer needing to wait and deal with ssages after going out to play.
Aozawa lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and used the nightmare party ability.
In an instant, a strong sense of weightlessness ca over him, and he seed to be falling into an abyss, instinctively opening his eyes.
He found himself unexpectedly floating upside down in this world, various spheres of different sizes floating in front of him.
Inside each sphere, a scene was reflected.
Through those scenes, Aozawa could tell that these were dreams produced by people who were currently dreaming.
In the nearest sphere, a very intense scene was playing, probably soone who had been without intimate affection from the opposite sex for a long ti, watching movies affecting ntal and physical health before bed.
But the images were very crude.
Aozawa looked at the dream’s images, shaking his head in disapproval.
In the dream, only the woman’s appearance was clear; the rest of the image, including the man’s face, had no features, just like a fifty-cent special effect.
Aozawa thought for a bit, reaching his hand towards the nearest sphere, a strange familiarity washed over him, and the scene inside seed to change with his will.
He could also choose to enter or not enter it, only modifying the dream from the outside.
With his thought, the dream’s image swiftly shifted from fifty-cent effects to extravagant ones.
Every scene appeared particularly vivid.
The woman was about to reach the pinnacle of her life in the dream when the man suddenly turned into a rotting corpse, with maggots crawling out from the eye sockets.
The stench and the feel of sewage sludge and garbage clogged in drains made the woman wake up in shock, realizing she was dreaming but not fully awake.
She was still stuck in the dream, looking at the disgusting scene in front of her.
"Ah!"
The woman let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, kicking away the corpse with both feet, and quickly retreated.
In that instant, Aozawa swiftly released control over her dream.
"Ah!"
The woman sat up in shock, gasping heavily, wiping her forehead with her hand in anger, "Damn, it was fine earlier, what a terrible dream in the end!"
She seed to still sll the rotten corpse stench and quickly ran to the bathroom.
...
Inside the dream world, Aozawa muttered a silent apology to the woman.
He just realized that once he intervened in a dream, the drear couldn’t wake up from it.
Even in monts of fright like before, they still stayed in the dream.
He could kill soone in a dream.
Of course, more than killing others in their sleep, he was curious about the scope of the dream world itself.
Thinking this, he cast his gaze upward, where an inverted Tokyo city ca into view.
The layout was identical to Tokyo in reality, just without people or cars on the streets.
Dream spheres occasionally floated out of houses and landed here.
Aozawa gently waved his hands, floating lightly towards the inverted Adachi District, where so houses were empty, and so had people sleeping inside.
Only those asleep appeared in this city of dreams.
Aozawa thought and decided to visit the Shinjuku Big Fat Sheep Bar; with such an interesting superpower, he naturally couldn’t forget his friend.
Emily~
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