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

Chapter 7: God Awakens, Sacrifice to the Five Internal Organs

"I'm really sorry, business hasn't been good recently, so I'm a few days late."

Behind the bar, the middle-aged woman explained with a smile.

"Don't worry, guys. Once this week's sales revenue is deposited, it will be transferred to you."

In the open kitchen further away, a thin middle-aged man poked his head out from behind the curtain.

In his hand, he was holding a kitchen knife that had just been rinsed and was still dripping with water.

"That's good. Although Brother Dongye has informed our boss, we still have to follow the rules. I'm just coming here to remind him according to the procedure."

"It's about time. We should clock out. You two can take your time."

The two men in suits nodded politely and turned away...

"Dad...Mom...I'm back."

Xia Fan appeared outside the door.

The middle-aged couple in the store were Xia Fan's parents.

"Today is not the weekend, and it's so late, why are you back?"

In the kitchen, Father Xia asked curiously.

"Why, it's not the weekend, so my son can't come back? What's wrong with your eyes? Are you wearing colored contact lenses?"

Mother Xia smiled and pulled Xia Fan to sit at the dining table, asking about his well-being.

"I didn't bring my contact lenses... I just happened to have something to do nearby today, so I came back on the way."

Xia Fan pretended to be calm and secretly observed whether his parents had any unusual expressions.

"Those two people just now were from the Yamaguchi Society, right? Mom, how much money does the family owe in total?"

Thinking of what happened in the store just now, he asked carefully.

He felt that the two men looked familiar. Judging from the ghost face tattoos on their arms, they were his "brothers" under the Yamaguchi-kai, a gang in charge of this street.

In District 11, designated violent groups such as the Yamaguchi-kai are legal organizations recognized by the government.

Although they are engaged in the gray industry in private, most of their members appear to be dressed in suits and are very respectful to the merchants in their "territory" on weekdays. In addition to maintaining order, they often help with sanitation, greening management and other similar property work, and will generously provide "financial services" when there are financial difficulties.

"Not much, just a thousand from relatives and friends, plus outsiders..."

"Don't worry about what's going on at home. I'll hold you up even if the sky collapses. Just focus on your studies and treat your illness."

Just as Xia's mother opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Xia's father who poked his head in from the kitchen.

"By the way, it's so late, just stay at home and go to school tomorrow."

Mother Xia understood and changed the subject.

"Ok."

After returning this time, Xia Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least confirming that his parents really didn't know that he had been a victim of "religious fraud."

[The gods have sent down an oracle: When the gods first awaken, they should offer sacrifices to their five internal organs. Sacrifice with blood and internal organs, and after completion, you will receive the gods' blessing.]

At the same time, he received an inexplicable "oracle".

“Blood, organs, sacrifices… Is this worthy of being called an evil god? Wait, is he going to kill someone…”

"What era is it now? Why are you still doing such primitive and bloody things? Isn't it better to burn some incense and worship casually?"

Because of the inexplicable demands of the "evil god" in his body, Xia Fan couldn't help but have all kinds of bloody and terrifying scenes emerge in his mind.

"Give."

My father came out of the kitchen and placed a bowl of freshly heated soup on the table.

"This again..."

Xia Fan frowned and opened the lid. In the clear soup, there was a pig brain with distinct textures, as well as walnuts, wolfberries, gastrodia elata and other medicinal materials...

Gastrodia elata, safflower, walnut and pig brain soup.

Ever since he was diagnosed with a brain tumor, his family has been preparing this for him frequently.

"Yes, that's right!"

Looking at the pig brain with distinct textures, Xia Fan's eyes suddenly lit up. "Dad! I'm hungry, give me a bowl of Maoxuewang!"

He called to his father, who was walking back into the kitchen.

"You little brat, you're not eating properly. Wait a few minutes."

Father Xia was stunned for a moment and nodded.

Ten minutes later, a large bowl of spicy, fresh and fragrant Maoxuewang, with an attractive color, and steaming white rice, was placed in front of Xia Fan.

"Compared to the food at home, the food in the cafeteria and convenience store is just feed!"

With his nose twitching slightly, Xia Fan couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks.

"Click, click, click."

Invisible chewing sounds were heard in the air, and the large bowl of Maoxuewang and pig brain soup in front of me began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I...at least leave me some soup for the rice..."

Xia Fan rubbed his eyes and looked at the big bowl that was as clean as new without even any soup left.

[The God reluctantly accepted your sacrifice and granted you the skill: Kagura Izumo Sword Dance]

[Kagura Izumo Sword Dance: Able to perform 'Kagura Izumo Sword Dance' proficiently]

[The gods have given an oracle: The gods should be worshipped with dance. Perform the "Izumo Sword Dance" in front of a thousand people, and make them bow their heads in praise. After completing it, you will receive the gods' blessing.]

As oracles came down one after another, a set of ancient and sharp sword-wielding dance appeared in Xia Fan's mind.

"You're going too far. You ate my meal and now you want me to dance in front of people?"

The fragile disposable chopsticks were broken into two halves by him.

Kagura is an ancient sacrificial dance from the 11th District. It originated from the performances of worshiping and paying homage to gods in primitive clan society. It can be said to be the "first dance", that is, the prototype of modern dance.

To date, Kagura has been subdivided into more than 2 types depending on the deity being worshipped, local customs, clothing, props held, accompanying instruments, etc., and has even expanded to include singing, dancing, rap and other performance forms.

This set of [Izumo Sword Dance] is obviously a dance that involves holding swords to worship gods.

"I've told you so many times that you're weak to begin with. Don't be like those girls who only eat vegetables and no rice in order to lose weight."

Father Xia dragged his feet as he passed by, glanced at the empty soup bowl and the untouched rice, and muttered something.

……

After helping his parents close the store, Xia Fan stayed at home overnight.

The Xia family did not have a separate residence, but they "stole" a narrow attic only two meters high above the shop.

"From what mom said just now, because of my illness, my family owes more than 10 million yen?"

"The competition will start in a few days. I wonder if Miss Xingming's song recording went smoothly. How much can this song "Sakura" help me earn?"

Lying on the narrow bed that carried countless childhood memories, Xia Fan was filled with thoughts.

"hiss……"

Suddenly, Xia Fan felt dizzy and a severe headache came over him.

"Well."

He covered his mouth skillfully, trying not to make any sound so as not to disturb his parents.

"This time, it lasted longer."

It was unknown how long it was before he sat up from the bed with a pale face and wiped the blood from his nose.

The primary brain tumor that Xia Fan suffers from may cause complications such as auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, epilepsy, headaches, vomiting, blindness, neurological disorders, and paralysis as the disease progresses.

Although gene-targeted drugs can inhibit the growth of cancer cells, drug resistance will increase over time, and they can only be replaced with a new generation of drugs.

However, the speed of drug research and development and upgrading cannot keep up with the growth of drug resistance.

When there are no new drugs available, the disease will often enter the terminal stage in a short period of time.

"Is it true as 'Temukami' said, that I only have one year left?"

Xia Fan, who has changed his medication three times, has begun to suffer from complications such as headaches, nosebleeds, and dizziness more and more frequently. It is obvious that he does not have much time left.

(End of this chapter)