July 10, Monday.
It was early morning. At six o'clock sharp, the alarm on the bedside mobile phone went off on time. Aozawa was woken up but didn't open his eyes; he just realized he needed to change his boxers.
His right hand seemed to still recall the sensation from when he'd walked through the door at four o'clock yesterday afternoon. It had been unimaginably soft.
For this young body, it was undoubtedly an overly stimulating event that led to colorful dreams and, as a result, the body's natural physiological response of youthful vigor.
This wasn't anything strange.
Aozawa didn't pay too much attention to it. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
Superpower: Global Travel.
The words slowly dissipated in the air. Aozawa stared, then suddenly sat up straight. From these simple four characters, he understood how vast the scope of this superpower was.
Global Travel—if you can't appear at any location on Earth, what kind of Global Travel is it?
