Tokyo: My obsession with China led me to become the king of Japanese entertainment.

"Gaining 15,000 followers in one live stream? That's incredible!"

"Is this the climax of the incident, the hype surrounding Brother Chicken? I'll gladly accept it."

When the live stream ended, Jun Sakurada couldn't help but beam with joy as he looked at the ever-growing number of fans.

After receiving the Johnny's interview invitation, aside from the initial bewilderment, Jun Sakurada's only thought was:

How can I use this thing to create something interesting for my fans?

He has no interest in being an idol in Japan.

Putting aside how corrupt Johnny & Associates is, the average income of Japanese idols, which is appalling in the entire industry, is enough to kill any interest he might have in the entertainment industry.

Even for a top-tier agency like Johnny & Associates, their most outstanding artists, such as Jun Matsumoto and Sho Sakurai from Arashi, only earn a few hundred million yen a year.

He's not much different from Jun Sakurada, who developed Yokai Survivor, but he's not even in the same league as those money-making monsters in the Chinese entertainment industry.

It's important to understand that if Jun Sakurada could achieve nearly ten million in total sales for "Yokai Survivor" like he did in his previous life with "Vampire Survivor,"

He alone could earn as much money as a top Johnny's group, and he would get the lion's share of the profits.

If that's the case, why bother going to the firm to act like a pushover?

However, Johnny's is Johnny's after all, and its status in the industry is undeniable.

Their pioneering Jr. system indirectly led to the adoption of the trainee system common in K-pop, which in turn influenced the entire Asian idol industry ecosystem.

It's no exaggeration to say that K-pop fans should call Johnny's "father," while those from other countries would probably have to start from "grandfather."

This identity makes Johnny's a perfect platform for generating buzz and creating idol-related topics.

And coincidentally, at the beginning of 2019, there was a meme that perfectly fit the criteria and had an incredibly high level of popularity: Dear Kun Ge and his army of haters.

As a time traveler, no one knows better than Jun Sakurada how valuable a meme is if it can maintain top popularity for five or six years in the rapidly changing internet age.

Jun Sakurada had been studying how to ride this wave of popularity in an unconventional way. He didn't aim for massive fame, but rather to achieve a million followers like someone who plays with a yo-yo.

Johnny's Entertainment just happened to provide this opportunity.

"I'll edit the live stream content into a video and release it later. I feel like it'll at least be a hit." Jun Sakurada smiled brightly.

Just then, a voice called from downstairs, "Xiao Run, dinner's ready!"

"Here it is!" Sakura Jun casually turned off his computer, thought for a moment, then casually grabbed the interview invitation, strolled downstairs, got his rice, and started eating in one smooth motion.

Dinner was simple: a bowl of Akita rice, a bowl of miso soup, a small fish, and... a basket of Japanese shumai, a typical combination of staple food and staple food.

If it were before the time travel, Jun Sakurada would have been mortified.

Akita is a well-known rice-producing region in Japan, especially the famous "Akita Komachi" variety, which enjoys a high reputation both domestically and internationally. It is also one of the varieties that many Japanese people and fake Japanese people like to use to put down domestic rice.

But even after consuming it for fifteen years after his time travel, Sakurada Jun still didn't find it particularly delicious.

While he was busy cooking, his grandfather, Kinichiro Sakurada, picked up the Johnny's interview invitation and looked at it over and over, his gaze somewhat complicated.

"Oh, by the way," Sakurada Jun finished his dinner at lightning speed, wiped his mouth, and casually asked, "Did you submit the resume for me, Grandpa?"

Johnny's Jr.'s selection process begins with submitting resumes, followed by screening and interviews. Ultimately, each year from hundreds of thousands of resumes received across Japan, a few hundred outstanding young boys are selected to become trainees.

Sakurada Jun couldn't possibly submit his resume idly, so his parents had to submit it on his behalf.

"...Do you want to go to Tokyo?"

Kinichiro Sakurada didn't answer him directly. After a moment of silence, he asked in return.

"I'll go, but I won't go either." Jun Sakurada's lips curled into a nonchalant smile.

"I plan to go for the interview, put on a big show in front of the interviewers, and then spend a day sightseeing in Tokyo."

"But I came back after the interview. Whether I pass or not, I can't work for a firm that can't even guarantee my personal safety."

Kinichiro Sakurada slowly raised his head, his gaze clouded and carrying a strange undertone: "Another program made for your Chinese audience?"

"They contributed over 100 million yen in sales to me," Jun Sakurada nodded.

Sakurada Kinichiro paused for two seconds, then nodded slightly: "Then let's go take a look."

Anyway... you've always had your own ideas.

"Then thank you very much, Grandpa." Jun Sakurada nodded with a light smile.

My maternal grandfather is an open-minded person. More than half a year ago, when Sakurada Jun, whose memory had just returned, needed a computer and live streaming equipment, the old man took out his money and arranged it for the fifteen-year-old boy without hesitation.

How could an elderly person possibly be willing to spend so much money to let their grandson, who is not even sixteen years old, pursue his dream?

Just as he was about to leave, Kinichiro Sakurada suddenly spoke up again: "Your resume must have been submitted by your mother."

"My mom?" Jun Sakurada was taken aback. "She's still alive?"

"What are you saying!" Kinichiro Sakurada roared in fury. "Of course she's still alive, she's just... unable to show herself."

"She has some connections in the entertainment industry, if you're interested in developing your career there—"

"No, please don't." Jun Sakurada shook his head with a smile.

"I'm just a game developer. I don't need her connections, and I don't want to get involved with that kind of person."

He has no memory of his parents. He grew up with his maternal grandfather and even took his grandfather's surname, Sakurada.

I don't know or want to know my parents' names, what they look like, what they do for a living, or whether I have any other relatives.

He has grown up healthy under his maternal grandfather's care, so naturally all he needs to do in the future is to be filial to his grandfather and take care of him until his death.

As for my parents... well, it's best not to get involved with them until they show up on their own.

Having connections in the entertainment industry and knowing exactly what Johnny's Entertainment is like, yet still actively sending children there...

Difficult to assess.

Kinichiro Sakurada didn't seem surprised by his grandson's attitude. The old man's expression always seemed tense, serious, and with a hint of melancholy.

Even Sakurada Jun, who had spent fifteen years with him, couldn't explain the source of this bitter feeling.

One can only guess that his parents, whom he had never met, had left a deep wound on the old man.

After a long silence, Kinichiro Sakurada slowly spoke: "Jun—"

"Yes, I'm here," Sakurada Jun quickly replied.

"If you feel unwell in Tokyo, come back, and Grandpa will keep you safe." The old man's tone was somewhat solemn.

"Don't worry, I'll only stay for a day or two. I'll be back after the interview and video recording," Jun Sakurada said with a smile, his tone relaxed.

"For a game developer like me, it makes absolutely no difference whether I'm in Tokyo or Akita. Those places are expensive, have low standards of living, and are full of weirdos. Who would want to live there permanently?"

At least at this point, Jun Sakurada's answer was absolutely sincere.

The old man's cloudy eyes darted around, staring at his seemingly nonchalant yet ambitious grandson with an ambiguous expression.

"I hope so."