A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

In Chapter 100, during the explosion, everyone saw Grandma.
"Why are you so late!"

Park Ha-yeon took a taxi to the JW Marriott Hotel in Gangnam.

The tall, thin agent, dressed in a casual suit, was already getting impatient waiting at the door.

"Look at the time!"

The agent pointed to the Samsung Galaxy Watch on his wrist and raised an eyebrow.

"Missing the deadline could result in a lifetime of penalties!"

"sorry,"

Upon seeing her tall, slender manager, Park Ha-yeon instinctively lowered her head and apologized.

The agent is the 'king' of their little team; without an agent, they wouldn't even know where to perform, let alone become stars.

South Korea's entertainment industry has been thriving for decades, and has long since developed an efficient "model" that produces wave after wave of "stars": the so-called manipulation by capital is a true reflection of this.

"Remember, do whatever I tell you to do in a moment."

"Yes,"

"If you can satisfy that young master, he only needs to slip a little bit of resources between his fingers, and that will be enough to make you rise to prominence."

"Yes,"

Following behind the agent,

Upon entering the hotel, the young Park Ha-yeon could only nod and reply with "yes".

A high-end hotel like this would be a place a country girl like her, who lives in an apartment and works as a cashier, would never normally set foot in: unless she came here to work as a cleaner.

Throughout the journey, whether it was the security guards or the waiters, they only glanced at me briefly before calmly turning their heads away.

But this made Park Ha-yeon blush and lower her head, not daring to look at anyone.

“He’s one of my men,”

"Sir, please."

Upon arriving at a certain floor, several men in black suits immediately came to greet them. The tall, thin manager stepped forward to "show his face," and Park Ha-yeon, who had been keeping her head down, finally mustered up her courage.

Come here
"come in."

Upon entering the room, there were no distinguished guests, but instead two middle-aged women in black suits with stern faces and large hands and feet greeted them.

"Please cooperate and get a 'physical examination'."

The agent gestured, and then left the room.

? ?
quickly,

Park Ha-yeon knew what a so-called physical examination was.

The two female bodyguards quickly stripped her naked.

From the dress to the underwear, socks, and panties, nothing was overlooked; they were all thoroughly inspected.

"what is this?"

"Take the match out of your pocket," a female bodyguard asked in a flat, monotone voice.

"Matches. My hometown's talisman."

Park Ha-yeon, who was standing to the side with her hands covering her lower body but unable to cover her upper body, answered with a blush.

"Oh,"

Without lingering, they stuffed the matches back into their pockets and quickly dressed Park Ha-yeon in the clothes again. Their familiarity with each other suggested it wasn't the first time.

"Okay,"

After seeing Park Ha-yeon, whose cheeks were flushed, out the door, the three of them, led by one of the female bodyguards, arrived at a room.

Knock knock knock,

"Young Master, we've arrived at number 5."

"Come in,"

As a lazy voice came from inside the room, the door opened silently.

Inside the door was a large hall where a banquet was being held. She only glanced up briefly, but to Park Ha-yeon, the decorations and furnishings could only be described with one word: luxurious. She had never seen anything like it before—no, she'd only seen it in movies.

Korean movies are often filmed on location in these high-end hotels.

Even so-called 'celebrities' can only afford to spend money in such places when they are in front of the camera and during their most glamorous years.

Once the hype died down, they were immediately excluded from the guest list: some places are not places that money can just get you into, otherwise how can you show off your status as a powerful and wealthy person?

"coming,"

Take a few steps forward, and the entire hall will come into view.

The Western-style ballroom, with its gilded decor, featured pristine white tables laden with various pastries and fine wines. There were no waiters or maids; guests had to help themselves. This was certainly somewhat inconvenient for the distinguished guests, young and old, in the hall. Fortunately:
The woman lying next to them could do it for them.

Lying down?!
Park Ha-yeon froze as her gaze swept over the women.

What about clothes?
"This is the new pet you picked out for me?"

While still in a daze, a middle-aged man with heavy eye bags, who looked like he had been indulging in too much drinking and womanizing, led her by the hand—no, a woman. Park Ha-yeon's buzzing mind finally snapped back to reality.

However, it would have been better if she hadn't been sober: because the girl was so surprised that she opened her mouth wide and pointed at the woman being led by the hand.

"You...you are not..."

She had seen that beautiful face many times.

On television, on posters of bunk beds, are the goals and idols she uses to motivate herself!
Facing the astonished Park Ha-yeon, the woman crawling on the ground with her hands and feet remained expressionless on her beautiful face, as if her soul had already left the scene.

"This is my pet number four."

The middle-aged man gave the order, pulling on the rope as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Say hello to the newcomers,"

As he finished speaking, the glamorous and inspirational girl group member, who was known for her positive image on television, tilted her body and raised one leg, mimicking a dog urinating.

"what?!"

She covered her mouth and instinctively took a step back.

Pressed down by a hand from behind, the young Park Ha-yeon was so shocked that her worldview shattered.

She had anticipated what she would encounter here, but the scene before her eyes had exceeded her limits, especially seeing her idol in such a state.

Is this still a human being?

"Sorry, I... I need to quit—"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

The agent behind him lowered his voice menacingly.

"Do you think this is a place you can come and go as you please?"

Once you're in, there's no turning back!

As he spoke, he grabbed Park Ha-yeon's shoulders from behind and was about to exert force.

"and many more,"

The middle-aged man opposite raised his hand.

"No need to resort to force, you don't know my preferences."

"I like this kind of non-cooperation; it makes the game more fun."

"Yes, yes, young master."

The agent quickly lowered his head. If the other party hadn't wanted to "change things up," he wouldn't have had this kind of good opportunity if the big company hadn't sent a notice.

Even if he manages to latch onto this guy's coattails, a little bit of money slipping through his fingers would be enough for him to enjoy for a lifetime!

"Listen to Young Master Li, otherwise..."

The agent didn't say the rest, but it's obvious.

Otherwise, she'd be walking out of this hotel in a daze today!

With the power of chaebols, killing a few people is as easy as crushing ants. No matter which president came to power in South Korea, they all tried to bring down the chaebols; and what was the result? In the end, they still obediently dined with the four major families, then were embroiled in scandals, and spent the rest of their lives in prison—it's become the norm.

The eldest son of the Li family, who has been arrested and released repeatedly, has almost made visiting prison a daily occurrence.

The Blue House curse of South Korea

It's just the chaebols' counterattack.

Otherwise, which country's head of state would either commit suicide or end up in jail?
"Young Master Li, you've got another pet?"

"You have such poor patience, you got bored so quickly."

Park Ha-yeon didn't even notice when her manager left; by the time she came to her senses, the other dignitaries, each with a woman by their side, had already come over to greet the 'Young Master Lee' in front of her.

Park Ha-yeon, who was being watched, became the new 'toy'.

"Don't go too far. Every time someone comes on stage, they're eager to bleed us dry."

South Korean president?

Which official doesn't seek personal gain upon taking office?

They talk about solving the problem of chaebols, but in reality, it's just because they themselves are not chaebols.

"Could this country still exist without us?"

"Hmph, it's all thanks to us supporting the country! Those politicians have such audacity!"

In response to a powerful figure's suggestion to "keep a low profile," the other men vehemently retorted: they are the pillars of the Korean nation; it is they who provide jobs for millions, pay their salaries, and enable them to survive.

With such great merit, shouldn't you be able to enjoy yourself?

Park Ha-yeon neither understood nor wanted to hear the words of these powerful figures.

The scene before her eyes had transcended the realm of 'humanity,' had it? Many of those crawling on the ground were familiar faces, people she frequently saw on television. They were the people she aspired to emulate, but now:
really,

So-called celebrities,

In front of chaebols, they are not even as good as dogs.

Snapped,

A metal collar was thrown in front of the stunned Park Ha-yeon.

"Only humans can wear clothes in this room."

But she clearly isn't.

The impeccably dressed dignitaries, and...
"Will you take it off yourself, or should I find someone to help you?"

Faced with the cold questioning of the 'Young Master Li' in front of her, and the 'watching show' gazes of the other powerful figures, Park Ha-yeon's lips twitched a few times.

"At once"

"Can't we do it in private?"

If it could be called "fun" in private, then in front of so many people, it's nothing but humiliation.

No, perhaps in their eyes, she and the other 'seniors' were not even human.

"Number 4 is yours now."

Young Master Li waved his hand at Park Ha-yeon, who still harbored a sliver of hope.

The next second, the woman next to him stood up.

From the table next to them,
Pick up a syringe.

? !
"S-Senior, what is that?"

Her trembling gaze fell on the syringe in the other person's hand. In fact, Park Ha-yeon, who had stepped back, already knew the truth.

毒、

"No, no, it'll be all over if it gets on you!"

"I'll take it off, I'll take it off!"

Retreat to the front gate,

Compared to a lifetime, even the darkest torment is ultimately—

puff,

However, the senior, star, and idol who strode towards her had already raised his hand and inserted the syringe into Park Ha-yeon's shoulder.

"why?"

Trembling, she turned her head to look at the medicine being injected into her body.

Coldness and despair were quickly replaced by heat and impulse: the world before my eyes began to distort, waves of nausea surged into my brain, and a strange sense of comfort lingered amidst the dullness.

"No, no!"

She yanked the syringe out and gripped her dress tightly.
The girl named Park Ha-yeon's pupils trembled, her breathing became rapid, and cold sweat began to seep from her forehead.

It's over, it's over!
"Don't resist,"

Finally, the woman in front of him showed a slight change in expression.

"Clear your mind, don't think about anything, and it will pass quickly."

That's how she got through it. The girl in front of her looked just like her in the past: once they stepped through this door, they were left with nothing but the identity of 'playthings'.

As long as you get through this, you can continue to enjoy a glamorous life, a normal life, just consider it as—

"It feels like being bitten by a dog."

A senior celebrity leaned forward and whispered in the ear of Park Ha-yeon, who was already beginning to be affected by the drugs.

What other options do they have besides accepting their fate?
The suicide of a South Korean female celebrity is no longer considered 'news', let alone those who disappear without a trace.

"no, do not want!"

He suddenly shoved the woman in front of him aside with such force that he threw her several meters away.

Just pretend you were bitten by a dog?

As a dog?

Why, why!
Can't it be a human being? This world.
Park Ha-yeon, who was breathing heavily and confused due to the medication, inexplicably remembered the little girl selling matches in 'cosplay' on the road here, and the matches she had been given to her.

When you're in despair, remember to strike a match.

"I...I want this too!"

Suddenly reaching into her pocket, as the wealthy and powerful men instinctively changed their expressions and retreated in unison, Park Ha-yeon pulled out:

A single match!
"matches?"

"probably."

Matches have long been obsolete.

There were quite a few old people present who recognized this ancient fire-starting device.

"What the hell?"

"What kind of medicine is this? It's damaged your brain."

"Young Master Li, please handle this cleanly and don't cause us any trouble."

The powerful and wealthy, relieved to have been in shock, turned their surprise into anger and began to express their dissatisfaction to "Young Master Li".

As for the girl holding a match?

A dead man.

Please.

Perhaps he was affected by the poison, or perhaps he simply went mad;
Park Ha-yeon gripped the match tightly in her hand, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

brush,

Make a mark on the wall next to it.

boom----! !

(End of this chapter)