Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

The father and son chatted for a few more sentences, and when it was time to prepare the meal, they ended the call.

[The gods sent down an oracle: The Supreme God should have a community house to show his worship. Purchase land within 30 days, build a community house, and worship the gods. After completion, you can get the gods' blessing]

Just after Xia Fan transferred 7 million yen to his parents, a certain god in his body suddenly gave a new oracle.

"Thirty days... to buy... land..."

"So, you want me to buy some land and build a 'single-family house'?"

After digesting the information in this oracle, Xia Fan turned gray in an instant.

This willful "Amaterasu" must have heard the conversation between him and his father, and on a whim, she actually wanted him to buy land and build a "shrine" for her.

"It's not impossible to consider building a single-family home..."

After turning on the computer and searching the real estate agency website for a while, Xia Fan discovered that the seemingly "capricious" oracle of "Tian Yu Shen" was unexpectedly feasible.

District 11 implements private land ownership, and individuals have the right to build houses on purchased residential land, and the houses can be passed down to future generations.

The so-called "single-family building" is not a big villa, but a small house with its own entrance and exterior. It usually has a land area of ​​about 60-80 square meters, and the upper and lower floors have a total area of ​​more than 100 square meters. It has one or two parking spaces and is suitable for a family of three.

The average price of land plus the cost of building a single-family house in the 23 wards of Tokyo is about million yen per house.

That's right, in District 11, where earthquakes and typhoons are frequent, most of the single-family houses are made of wood and are mostly located in suburbs with inconvenient commuting. However, their prices are cheaper than those of reinforced concrete apartments located in the core areas of the city.

"Oh, Uncle Dongye has a lot of connections. I can ask him if he has any connections that can recommend a cheaper house..."

Xia Fan sent a message to Higashino Yoshihide, asking him if he had any familiar real estate agents.

Soon, Higashino Yoshihide sent an electronic business card from a real estate agent who claimed to be "quite reliable in the industry."

"RPG Real Estate? The name seems legitimate... Anyway, it doesn't cost anything to learn more about it."

Looking at the information on the electronic business card, Xia Fan decided to try to contact him tomorrow.

"Horie Tsubasa: Senior Shibata is willing to admit defeat and admits that he is no longer as good as you on his campus blog. Go and have a look. The link is attached."

At the same time, a link came from Horie Tsubasa.

"Shibata Makoto: Congratulations on winning the championship for 'Broken Wings'. That song is very meaningful. Horie Tsubasa is beautiful and has a sweet voice. Xia Fan also plays the electronic keyboard very well. I am ashamed of myself."

On the campus blog, an account named "Shibata Makoto" publicly published a post with extremely official content and no soul.

"That meaningless bet, I guess only these two people still remember it..."

"But I didn't expect that Shibata-senpai would be willing to accept defeat."

Xia Fan smiled bitterly and sighed.

……

"What the hell, so many people are replying to me?!"

At the same time, in an underground bar in Tokyo, Shibata Makoto was staring at the post he had just posted with an unhappy look on his face.

After the game, he thought about pretending to have forgotten about the "bet", but he was afraid that the difficult Horie Tsubasa would spread negative news about him in the student union.

After much deliberation, Shibata Makoto decided to just give it a perfunctory spin and posted a bland "official congratulations post" on his blog, then went to other posts and frantically posted messages in the hope of "drowning" this post.

Although the content of the speech was official and soulless, due to the popularity of the campus singing competition, the post unexpectedly attracted many responses from students.

"Hey, stop going off topic and discussing other things under this post!"

"If you want to ask a girl out for dinner or something, why not go to other threads? This way the popularity will only increase!"

Seeing his post being pushed all the way to the "hot" position, Shibata Makoto felt as if he was being "publicly executed".

"Hey, wait, I... gained attention?"

Browsing the replies under the post, Shibata Makoto suddenly discovered that many of his classmates actually appreciated this "generous" speech and in turn comforted and encouraged him.

The number of followers of his personal campus blog account, which he has run for many years, is also increasing rapidly.

"Well, this kind of 'narrowly defeated' miserable character setting seems pretty good?"

Makoto Shibata swiped his phone and actively responded to the post, vaguely mentioning how hard he practiced and how much he loved music, and occasionally attaching a few "refined handsome photos".

Just when Makoto Shibata was doing "online business" on his campus blog, his agent Matsumoto called him.

"Matsumoto-senpai, I've been waiting for your call..."

"How is it going? After my debut, is there any news about the company's next arrangements?"

Shibata Makoto walked to the alley outside the bar and answered the phone with an attentive look on his face.

According to the plan, after his "accidental debut on the Internet," the company will continue to invest resources to create personal singles for him, while arranging a series of exposure opportunities for him, such as live performances, participation in variety shows, and shooting commercials.

Chapter 183 We Are All Guilty

2024-07-13

"I'm sorry, Shibata. At the management discussion meeting just now, several key representatives agreed that your real online data performance did not meet the standard of 'popular debut' and determined that this debut plan had failed."

"So, the next arrangement for you is to continue practicing in the small theater."

On the other end of the phone, Matsumoto said helplessly.

"What, failed debut, keep practicing?!"

"Matsumoto-senpai, I have been practicing for two and a half years. Do you know how I have been doing during these two and a half years?"

Shibata Makoto couldn't hold it in any longer and his voice broke.

"Who are you yelling at, kid?"

"This time, in order for you to participate in the campus competition, the company invested a lot of network traffic resources and invited Terada Risa as a guest, but in the end, it all went to waste. I couldn't even raise my head at the management meeting."

"Anyway, I'm also under a lot of pressure here. You should stay dormant for a while, summarize your own problems, and wait for the next opportunity to debut."

Matsumoto's tone became a little impatient.

"Sorry, Matsumoto-senpai, I spoke too loudly just now..."

"I practiced for two and a half years before I got this chance to debut. I don't know how long it will take for the next one to come."

"You've been in the industry for so many years and have so many connections. Can you help me think of a way to debut as soon as possible?"

Shibata quickly lowered his voice and nodded and bowed across the phone.

"Hehe, when it comes to debut opportunities, of course they are always available..."

"For example, the upcoming Idol Festival, a bunch of big companies like J-company, S-company, A-company, B-company, etc. are all vying to send their best newcomers to debut."

"I have received a recommendation..."

On the other end of the phone, Matsumoto spoke in a soft and relaxed tone.

"A recommendation for the Idol Festival? Great, Matsumoto-senpai, then I..."

"Then you... do you think you are qualified?"

Shibata Makoto's tone just started to get excited, but he was interrupted by Matsumoto's cold question.

"The company cannot afford to waste its resources, which have been bought with real money, on a trainee who can't even win a championship in a campus competition."

"I have dozens of trainees under me, and the quota I got through my connections will only be given to the one who is most likely to achieve results, don't you think?"

After saying these words, Matsumoto hung up the phone without waiting for Shibata's response.

"Matsumoto..."

"Damn it! Bastard, liar, scum!"

Looking at the disconnected call, Shibata Makoto was stunned for a while, then angrily kicked over the trash can beside him.

"Give me the strongest liquor, all for one round..."

Back at the bar, Shibata Makoto ordered several drinks and drank them all in one gulp with a depressed look on his face.

"Matsumoto is such a jerk. He's holding on to my training contract and won't give me the resources to debut. He just wants me to work in a small theater and trick those ugly middle-aged mom fans into paying..."

As the boiling liquor went down his throat, Shibata felt as if all the resentment he had accumulated over the years was ignited, turning into endless depression.

"Brother, you look very bad..."

A faint fragrance wafted into his nose, and a woman sat down next to Shibata.

She was wearing a white dress, with her long hair casually draped on both sides, and no makeup on her face.

"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood."

Shibata looked up at her and turned his face away.

Although the facial features of the woman in front of him were fairly delicate, her makeup and tone of voice gave people a weird feeling, which was not his cup of tea.

In addition, he was in a bad mood at the moment and was in no mood to play the "My bed is very big, you have to bear with it" game with the other party.

"I saw... In addition to the sadness in your heart... your body has also been plagued by a chronic illness, and you don't have much time left..."

"Come with me... In the 'Healing House', all your illnesses will be cured..."

The woman whispered as her black-manicured hand stroked Shibata Makoto's arm like a snake.

"Hey, hey, what do you mean by chronic illness or not having much time left? I'm in good health. It's you who's sick, right?"

"If you don't leave, I'll ask the bartender to kick you out!"

The cold touch on his arm gave Shibata Makoto goose bumps and he pushed the other person's hand away impatiently.

"It's okay...soon...you'll know...what you really need...I'll wait for you."

The woman was not angry at all, she just smiled woodenly, got up and left.

After the other party left the bar, Shibata Makoto noticed that there was a business card on the table with "Healing House" written on it, followed by an address.

"Neuropathy……"

He tore up the business card without hesitation and continued to drink in silence.

……

Three hours later, in the bar toilet cubicle.

“Ugh… ugh… huh…”

After a violent vomiting, the drunk Shibata Makoto struggled to prop himself up on the sink.

"No... I'm going to meet Matsumoto in person tomorrow..."

"Just based on this handsome face and all these years of hard practice...if you give me a chance to debut...I will definitely become a big star..."

Looking at himself in the mirror with drunken eyes, Shibata Makoto murmured unwillingly.

"vomit……"

A severe abdominal pain followed by the urge to vomit came.

"Crash la la la..."

But this time, what spurted out of his mouth was a stream of blood.

"how come……"

Shibata Makoto subconsciously covered his mouth, but blood spurted out of his throat like a column and could not be stopped at all.

"What's wrong with me……"

The world was spinning around him, and he collapsed to the ground helplessly.

Makoto Shibata wanted to take out his cell phone and call the emergency number, but his body began to resist.

"Could it be... that what that woman said... is true..."

"Could it be that I really have some acute illness and don't have much time left?"

Blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and the words of the woman before subconsciously appeared in Shibata Makoto's mind.

"Click."

At the same time, the toilet door opened and the woman in white shirt and skirt walked in silently.

"Help me... Help... Quick, call 120 for me..."

Shibata Makoto reached out his hand and asked for help incoherently.

"Each of us has sins, and we have committed different sins. If we do not purify our sins, they will eventually turn into diseases that destroy our bodies."