[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo":3,"chapter-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a Goddess in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2338985,4573,"Chapter 1: Chapter One: Transmigration","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>July 15th, scorching summer in Tokyo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days of light, drizzling rain had washed away all the dust accumulated on the streets, but as the sky cleared, the remaining puddles evaporated swiftly, making the air even more stifling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intense sunlight streamed through half-opened shutters, spilling onto the room’s tatami mats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying on the tatami was a girl sleeping peacefully, her soft, pale honey-gold hair gleaming; beneath delicate willow-browed eyebrows sat a high, upturned nose. Her face was slender and sculpted, bearing distinct Caucasian features, yet its contours were softer and more refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a girl so beautiful it made one forget to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, her eyelashes fluttered slowly; her breathing grew rapid, and soon she stirred awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where am I?” Luo Quan squinted, placing a hand on her forehead, surveying this unfamiliar environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp pain suddenly surged from deep within her mind, as if giant hands were tearing at her nerves; her past memories shattered under the agony, while a new set of memories—ones she had never lived—flooded her mind, gradually merging into one under those hands’ weaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the pain faded, Luo Quan finally understood what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the protagonists of countless novels she’d read, she had crossed over—into the body of a girl from a parallel world, a girl also named Luo Quan, a first-year student at the University of Tokyo who had just started her summer break two days ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never thought my parallel self would still be a top student…” Luo Quan struggled to her feet, her heart a tangle of emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her past life, her parents died early; she grew up in an orphanage, and from age fourteen onward, she struggled alone in society, drifting aimlessly for seven or eight years without achieving anything, spending her days with a gang of shady friends, living in a haze of drunken oblivion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, heaven had shown mercy, granting her a second chance—and such a dreamlike beginning. The only flaw? The beginning had taken a slightly wrong turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least my looks are still top-tier.” Luo Quan stared at her reflection on her phone screen, unable to help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this life, her father was an Anglo-Japanese mixed-race man, but his temperament was as free-spirited and reckless as a Frenchman’s, leaving romantic entanglements across many countries. Yet only in Huaxia, with Luo Quan’s mother, had he fathered the one and only daughter of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They say children are anchors for prodigals, but Luo Quan’s tiny hook clearly couldn’t hold back her father’s massive warship; the day after her first birthday, he vanished without a word. Still, before leaving, he’d left enough money to sustain his wife and daughter—so he wasn’t entirely a monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Luo Quan turned twelve, her mother somehow learned of the unfaithful man’s whereabouts and, taking her daughter, crossed mountains and seas to arrive in Tokyo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they never found the man’s trail, her mother didn’t give up—she stayed in his homeland, choosing to wait faithfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, her mother received news of her father again and flew excitedly to some unknown island—she still hadn’t replied to Luo Quan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Luo Quan’s mind, such lingering, tragic love stories only existed in those clichéd, tear-jerking TV dramas; she never imagined such a devoted woman existed in reality. Too bad—in love, the one who reaches out first always loses. If nothing unexpected happens, her cheap mom’s thousand-mile quest for her husband will likely end in nothing but an empty basket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here’s the problem: before leaving, her mother hadn’t consulted her at all—she’d just left a sticky note on the door, packed her luggage and passport, and departed. And since her mother had always controlled the household finances, her disappearance had cut off Luo Quan’s entire income.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan immediately dialed her mother’s number—but the reply was “out of service area.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way. She didn’t leave me a single yen?” Luo Quan frantically rummaged through the house, but found nothing except the 20,000 yen she’d saved over six years—not even a single coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most valuable item in the house was probably the iPhone 6s in her hand—a gift from her mother when she got into the University of Tokyo months ago, costing nearly 100,000 yen! But unless absolutely desperate, Luo Quan would never sell her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the 20,000 yen she had—roughly 1,300 RMB—how long could that last in Tokyo, one of the world’s most expensive cities?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding a thick stack of cash, Luo Quan nervously licked her lips, pondering how she’d survive from here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a firm knock came at the door: “Miss Luo Ni, are you home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the landlord… Shit! Today’s rent day!” Luo Quan panicked, shoving her phone and cash under the tatami and sprinting to the genkan, flinging the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, it’s Luo Quan. Where’s your mother?” The landlord was tall, with a full beard and a beer belly, mid-forties, and seemed approachable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother went traveling,” Luo Quan replied briefly, her voice tense and guilty, unsure what else to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landlord rubbed his hands. “By the way, Quan-chan, today’s rent day. Your mother must’ve mentioned it, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan apologized awkwardly: “I’m so sorry, but my mother didn’t leave me much money. Could you give me two more days? As soon as I contact her, I’ll pay you immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nani?!” Hearing she’d delay rent, the landlord transformed—his voice boomed, eyes bulging like copper bells, his face twisted into a yasha demon from ukiyo-e: “Of all the districts in Adachi, mine is the cheapest—less than 70,000 yen a month! And you still want to delay? That’s absurd! If you don’t want to live here, get out—there are plenty waiting to move in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan hurried to explain: “We’re not deliberately withholding rent—it’s sudden! My mother left without giving me any money, and I can’t reach her. I truly have nothing to give you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landlord snapped: “No money? Then go to Kabukicho! With your looks, you could earn 70,000 yen in an hour!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabukicho, Japan’s—and Asia’s—largest red-light district, was infamous. Luo Quan had never been there, but she’d heard the rumors. Could one find honest work there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether or not the landlord was joking, Luo Quan was now angry: “Landlord, I’ve got 20,000 yen and a phone. Pay you rent, and I’ll be sleeping on the street tonight. If you won’t wait, take my phone as collateral. When my mother calls, answer it and tell her to send you the money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Luo Quan turned to go fetch her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait.” Perhaps realizing his words had been inappropriate, the landlord frowned and called her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Luo Quan turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Japanese male chauvinism prevented him from apologizing—he merely waved his hand, scowling: “Fine. I’ll give you a few more days. But this is the last time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Luo Quan could thank him, the landlord turned and descended the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in her room, Luo Quan collapsed onto the floor and sighed helplessly: “70,000 yen… where am I supposed to get that kind of money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Luo Quan was at her wit’s end, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding ding! Diva Cultivation System bound successfully!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[As a lucky transmigrator, your life in this world is destined to be extraordinary—you’re fated to become a world-famous Diva. But now, you must still strive!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Level: Unknown]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Popularity: 0]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Personal Attributes]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beauty: SSS. You possess one-quarter English blood and one-half Huaxia blood—the perfect fusion of yellow and white. You are the living definition of a celestial beauty. If you debut in Kabukicho, you’ll be the undisputed queen of courtesans!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Singing: C+. Your natural talent is exceptional—you can dominate any karaoke room without training. But that’s all. Without mastering scientific vocal techniques and professional practice, your ceiling is merely topping short-video apps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acting: C-. Your deep experience in society’s underbelly lets you mask your true emotions better than most. In low-budget films, you can play minor background roles—but then again, what acting does a background role require?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creativity: (B~Infinite). This is your greatest transmigrator advantage: you possess a completely different entertainment treasure trove (music only) from this world. But to unlock it fully, you must spend massive Popularity Points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Star Binding: None]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Inventory: Transmigrator Exclusive Gift Pack ×1]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Store: Unlocked upon gaining Popularity Points]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Quests]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beginner Quest: Gain at least 100 Popularity Points before midnight tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failure Penalty: Forced debut in Kabukicho. Unconventional methods may accelerate your rise to fame!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the system’s first half filled Luo Quan with ecstatic hope, the latter half plunged her into icy despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fail the quest and force me to debut in Kabukicho? Is this even human?!” Luo Quan clutched her phone, trembling with rage—and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing her complaint, the system immediately replied: “People are forged under pressure. Without pressure, how will you grow? Also, I’m not human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, you win!” Luo Quan silently flipped him off in her mind, then focused on the Transmigrator Exclusive Gift Pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Open the gift pack. See what’s inside.” Luo Quan told the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Opening gift pack… Congratulations, host. You’ve received: Street Performer Set, High-Quality Song Draw Coupon, Guitar Mastery, and Basic Singing Proficiency.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sounds like a good haul. Luo Quan smiled: “Apply everything usable to me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a wooden guitar, a portable speaker, and a microphone materialized before her. The result of the High-Quality Song Draw Coupon, however, made her laugh and groan: she’d drawn “Lemon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the most popular Japanese songs in recent years, “Lemon” unquestionably deserved the label “high-quality.” It sold over 300,000 copies in its first week, topped Japan’s authoritative Oricon chart for six consecutive weeks, and amassed 400 million YouTube views—all proof of its brilliance. But precisely because it was so brilliant, Luo Quan had listened to it countless times, even learned its guitar tablature by heart—every note memorized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning she could already sing it—no need to relearn. Now she’d wasted a draw coupon. Still, at least through the system, she now fully understood its arrangement; if she ever made a single, she wouldn’t need to trouble anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking the time—it was already 4 p.m. She had eight hours left. Everything was ready. She had to move now.\u003C\u002Fp>",1695,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z","Qwen3-Next 80B","9b1f4711f0d1b0ff417d097ee8bcf081344e1c7da287cd4e77d19186bed4ada1","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-2",null,1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]