[{"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-27":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a Goddess in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2339011,4573,"Chapter 27","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-27",27,"\u003Cp>“This is it.” The three sisters took a taxi to a high-end garden forest housing complex in Meguro Ward, a famous affluent neighborhood in Tokyo where many billionaires and celebrities lived; the compound was filled entirely with luxurious single-family homes, otherwise known as mansions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xingye Sakura lived here. After failing to reach her by phone, Luo Quan decided to confront her face-to-face; while online trolls’ insults didn’t bother her, she’d be heartbroken if they hurt album sales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried, Wen Xia and Yuuki Junko volunteered to come along with Luo Quan, at least ensuring she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage if things turned violent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that they’d gotten out of the car, how to get inside became a major problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entry to this upscale housing complex was guarded by security personnel; outsiders were strictly prohibited without an invitation from a resident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pretending to be renovation workers might have worked, but they’d left in a hurry and had no time to prepare props; after hesitating, they could only grit their teeth and walk straight in, pretending the guards beside them didn’t see them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet under the bright daylight, three full-grown women walking past right in front of him—unless he was blind, no one could possibly miss them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop!” The on-duty guard shouted loudly; the three froze instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please scan your access card here before entering the complex,” the guard said sternly, tapping the machine beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three sisters walked forward slowly; their flickering, evasive glances made the guard even more suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard frowned. “You’re not residents, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan could only force herself to say, “We do live here—we just forgot our access cards today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard frowned. “Then why haven’t I seen you three during my shifts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We usually wear masks when we go out, but today was special, so we didn’t. It’s normal you don’t recognize us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard pondered. “There are indeed many celebrities here—lots of masked people come and go every day. So you’re celebrities too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not exactly celebrities—just a little known. Have you heard of ‘Spring’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard clapped his hands. “Ah—you mean that American singer who sings so well? She’s been pretty popular lately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuuki Junko looked at Luo Quan in confusion. “American? Aren’t you from Huaxia?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, that’s not the point!” Luo Quan hurriedly cut in to steer the conversation back. “I’m Spring—search online and you’ll find my pictures. Compare them to confirm my identity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard waved his hands quickly. “No need—I already have a vague memory of you. I never expected you’d live here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, hesitating. “Could you sign my autograph? I’ve been a guard here for two years and heard there are so many celebrities, but I’ve never met one. For someone like me, getting a celebrity’s autograph would be something to brag about for ages.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard smiled simply, speaking his true thoughts aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan thought to herself: I used to be able to brag about my autograph for ages—but after today, whether I could still use it to brag was anyone’s guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she nodded. “Of course. Do you have paper and a pen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard dashed into the guard booth, rummaged through drawers, and finally pulled out a scratched-up marker from a corner. He pried off the cap, swiped it twice on his palm—there was still ink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sign it on my uniform,” the guard said, handing the marker to Luo Quan, then turning around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uniform was sky blue; Luo Quan slowly wrote her name on it—in regular script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done,” Luo Quan said, capping the marker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard turned his head to look at his back. “Thanks so much—you can go in now. Next time, don’t forget your access card.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, we’re the ones who should be thanking you,” Luo Quan smiled, then quickly turned and walked into the complex…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The seventh single-family home on the right path… that’s it!” After searching, Luo Quan and the others finally spotted the house hidden behind tall trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three women hurried over and arrived at the front door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan pressed the doorbell and waited quietly for Xingye Sakura to open it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten seconds passed—no response. She pressed again. Another ten seconds—still no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is she not home?” Luo Quan murmured. Just as she was about to press again, the door opened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall man in a black suit blocked the gap, staring coldly at Luo Quan. “Who are you looking for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan froze momentarily. Wasn’t Xingye Sakura single? She snapped back to herself. “I’m looking for Miss Xingye. Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the suit spoke harshly. “You’ve got the wrong place. She’s not here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single answer immediately sparked suspicion in Luo Quan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t said the full name—only the surname. Most people, if unfamiliar, would say, “I don’t know them,” or “There’s no Miss Xingye here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this man said, “She’s not here”—which strongly suggested he knew Xingye Sakura. And there were only two possible reasons for that response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either he was Xingye Sakura’s family member or secret lover, sent out to dismiss her because Xingye didn’t want to see her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or he was a thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan leaned toward the latter. After all, who in their right mind wore a suit in the middle of summer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since the man in the suit looked extremely impatient, and as soon as he spoke, he moved to shut the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Luo Quan reacted quickly and shoved her hand against the door to stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter the case, she was going into that house today—even if he was a thief, she was confident she could take him down!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the suit frowned. “What do you mean by this? Are you trying to break into a private home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know Xingye Sakura is inside. I won’t leave until I see her. Please call her out,” Luo Quan said politely, but one foot was already wedged into the doorway; Yuuki Junko and Wen Xia stood behind her, pushing the door open with their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on?” A voice came from behind the man in the suit. Another large man stepped out of the house. Through the sunlight filtering through the door crack, Luo Quan sharply noticed a faint scar on his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she met his gaze—cold and dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan’s heart tightened, but she still smiled. “I’m a colleague of Xingye Sakura’s. I’m here for something urgent. Please let us in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you’re so persistent…” The scarred man glanced at the suited man. “Then come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he spoke, the suited man opened the door fully and stood beside the scarred man; the two stepped back in unison, their bodies completely blocking the view of the hallway behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in, Wen Xia—you stay behind me,” Luo Quan turned, pulling Wen Xia—who had been at the rear—closer to her side, then gave Yuuki Junko a frantic series of eye signals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Junko was sharp. Though she didn’t understand what Luo Quan meant, she knew normal people didn’t make such expressions—something was wrong. Her vigilance instantly rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three stepped inside one by one. The suited man sidestepped past them, closed the door, and locked it with a sharp *click*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, Luo Quan saw the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mess—shattered glass everywhere, sofas overturned. Clearly, a fierce struggle had taken place here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scarred man took only two steps back, his eyes fixed on Luo Quan like a ravenous wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re thieves, aren’t you?” Luo Quan asked, voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scarred man replied coldly. “Hell has no gate—you walked in of your own accord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Junko, you said you learned real skills from your grandfather. I hope you’re not just boasting.” Luo Quan pulled a black umbrella from the umbrella stand on her left and tossed it to Yuuki Junko.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Junko gripped the umbrella handle tightly. “I’m fine—but you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold on. I’ll help you in under half a minute.” Luo Quan interlocked her fingers and flipped them outward, producing a rapid crackling sound like popping beans. She rolled her shoulders, then slowly lowered her fists to her waist, stepping forward with her left foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the most common fighting stance in karate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t know you trained in karate,” the scarred man sneered, clearly dismissing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he’d received no formal martial training, his physique was far more muscular than Luo Quan’s. And what could a girl of seventeen or eighteen possibly know about karate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Attack!” The suited man facing Junko gave a sharp command—launching the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>",1420,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","32f323d3cb5db9fd1c3cd53b65507f84dd89f8cd47df6a29684f88baeec115f4","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-28","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-26",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]