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

Chapter 183 We Are All Guilty
"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 goosebumps and he pushed the other'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."

"Your 'sin' now manifests as acute gastric bleeding caused by excessive drinking..."

The woman was not affected by the bloody scene at all.

"Thanks to the God of Amabie, who foresaw the sin in you and guided us to meet..."

She slowly squatted down and hugged Shibata Makoto in her arms. Her white skirt absorbed the blood and turned bright red.

“May Amabie cleanse the world of all diseases.”

After solemnly reciting something in her mind, she lowered her head, touched Shibata Makoto's lips, and drank the blood gushing from his mouth.

"I...I am..."

After a few seconds, Shibata Makoto felt the abdominal pain disappear and the blood in his throat stopped flowing.

"Just now, I borrowed the power of Lord Amabie to help you temporarily suppress your sins..."

"Come with me. Only in the "Healing House" can the sins in your body be completely cleansed..."

The woman helped the unconscious and weak Shibata Makoto up and left the blood-stained toilet.

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(End of this chapter)