[{"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-34":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},2339018,4573,"Chapter 34","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-34",34,"\u003Cp>At eight p.m., Luo Quan wore a dress for the first time in her life—her only white dress in the closet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? All dressed up? Going to meet an online friend?” Wen Xia joked, watching Luo Quan emerge from her room while seated on the living room sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meet an online friend? The company needs me for something.” Luo Quan forced a smile, pretending everything was normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This matter had nothing to do with Wen Xia; she didn’t want Wen Xia dragged into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have a safe trip,” Wen Xia replied casually, not noticing the gravity in Luo Quan’s brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the apartment, Luo Quan leaned against the door and took a deep breath. After a day of exhausting thought, she’d devised a temporary, superficial solution—perhaps enough to ease the immediate crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before descending the stairs, Luo Quan pulled out her phone and posted a tweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the apartment, Sanmu, Starfield Sakura, and Sakura’s manager were already waiting in the car. Like Luo Quan, Sakura looked tense, fists clenched; seeing Luo Quan arrive, her spirits eased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luo Quan-san, this is from Director Ishimura—he insisted you and Sakura-san wear it,” Sanmu turned and handed over a watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The watch has a recorder. If you encounter danger inside, press the button on the side—we’ll be notified immediately, and the police will be alerted right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Ishimura said the Metropolitan Police will respond faster than ever this time—that’s the absolute limit of what the company can do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand,” Luo Quan nodded and slipped the elegant quartz watch onto her wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving the instructions, Sanmu turned and fastened his seatbelt, driving toward Kabukicho.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the entire ride, no one spoke. Sakura appeared to be resting with her eyes closed, but her trembling shoulders betrayed her inner anxiety and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan leaned her head against the car door, staring blankly at the scenery rushing past outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nighttime Tokyo was a vast steel forest, each “tree” lit with lights like fireflies, illuminating and adorning this world drowning in material desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though ahead lay bright lights, what Luo Quan saw was only chilling darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this cage of desire, some still struggled desperately to survive, while others had crossed class boundaries and become monsters who could exploit the weak at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On both sides of the road to Kabukicho, dazzling street scenes sparkled like falling stars; in the center, luxury cars surged past in endless variety, evoking the image of “fine carriages fragrant along the road.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the most developed district of Asia’s first international metropolis—every form of prosperity, luxury, and glamour humanity could imagine could be found here; correspondingly, every form of crime, suffering, and moral decay humanity could imagine could also be found here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was heaven. This was hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, Luo Quan had lived carefree—the benefits granted to her as a transmigrator had ensured a life of comfort, even excess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, she gained a new understanding of this world, of life itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless thoughts surged in her mind, yet she couldn’t sort them out in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had once believed she stood at a height most ordinary people could never reach; now, looking back, that mindset seemed laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, she was just a singer—no matter how talented, how beautiful her voice, she was still only a singer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan had finally awakened—but she didn’t know if this awakening came too early or too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, Sanmu had arrived at their destination. Before stepping out, Sakura’s manager handed each of them a pair of sunglasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabukicho was crowded; if they were recognized here, trouble would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, Luo Quan had fantasized about this famed Asian red-light district—where, if you paid, the finest women or male hostesses would offer you the most attentive services, catering to all tastes and welcoming all ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff here used countless methods to relieve clients’ inner anguish and soothe their lonely, empty souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, most transactions in legitimate establishments were aboveboard—clients and staff never engaged in inappropriate acts on the premises; the exchange was merely tea and conversation, in full compliance with national laws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when a man and woman spent too long in a room decorated with X-rated motifs, feelings inevitably shifted—so “love at first sight” was perfectly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If client and staff took to each other, after the staff’s shift ended, the client could openly invite them elsewhere to continue the night’s romance—this was entirely legal and reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though framed in noble terms and euphemistically called the “customs industry,” at its core it was merely dirty money-for-sex transactions, exploiting the personal value of the vulnerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such transactions existed in every country, but only Japan had developed them into a semi-legal industry, infiltrating film and television, and establishing a complete talent cultivation system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, Luo Quan had been curious about Kabukicho, eager to see what it was truly like; now that she was here, she felt deeply uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Environmentally, the place was awash in colorful neon lights, radiating desire and temptation with every flicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pedestrians came and went—solitary beauties in their thirties, middle-aged men arm-in-arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shops along the street were countless and varied: free consultation booths, Sakura Izakayas, and countless unnamed establishments, each with a few staff members standing at the door to lure customers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both men and women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing sunglasses, Luo Quan and Sakura quickly became the focus of several staff members. By common sense, women with such figures rarely had poor looks; even if they were unattractive, makeup could always make them presentable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a handsome male host with shoulder-length blonde hair approached, smiling confidently and warmly, his voice rich and magnetic as he greeted Luo Quan and Sakura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some male hosts, working here was often a guaranteed profit—they could decide whether to proceed with a client based on the client’s quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many lonely, wealthy Japanese housewives came to Kabukicho seeking “prey,” but in the eyes of these hosts, they themselves were the true hunters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without question, these two women were the most coveted prey in every host’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To attract attention, the host deliberately tousled his wavy hair, showcasing his charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the two women, lost in thought, didn’t even glance at him—they walked straight ahead in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prey’s indifference crushed the host’s pride, filling him with humiliation. He stepped forward to speak—when a man in a suit walking toward him made him flee like a kicked dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Yamamoto has been waiting for you both.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the suit showed no expression, but in Luo Quan’s eyes, his gaze carried a hint of mockery and contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You may return. When the meeting concludes, we will deliver the two artists home.” The suit blocked the two managers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanmu frowned and stood still beside Sakura’s manager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suit paid them no further attention, merely guiding Luo Quan and Sakura toward the front entrance of the Paradise Bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bar was the headquarters of Yamamoto Kōfu, the wakagashira of the Sumiyoshi-kai; he usually met friends or subordinate group leaders here, and also met his lovers here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, the bar was open to the public, but due to its reputation, those who came to indulge were mostly delinquents or gyaru.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, however, Paradise Bar had closed to the public—its owner, Yamamoto, was hosting two high-profile guests, though the invitation had been far from honorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the bar stood three or four guards, all in black suits, but far less physically imposing than the two men who had kidnapped Sakura; Luo Quan estimated that if her wrist hadn’t been injured, she could have taken all four alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once inside the bar, she realized she’d been naive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the circular bar space, a full ring of men in black suits stood silently—roughly seventy or eighty of them, motionless at the dimly lit entrance to the booths, like statues of samurai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the far end, directly opposite the entrance, a bright seat awaited—Yamamoto Kōfu sat there.\u003C\u002Fp>",1319,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","02a6d828138c713eda21738ee31b83216f16a84c73b3c198ad01573e044fe4bc","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-35","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-33",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]