Multiversal Friendship System-Chapter 150 - 149 – Those Who Call My True Name Shall See Eternal Life in Reincarnation

Chapter 150 - 149 – Those Who Call My True Name Shall See Eternal Life in Reincarnation

"Hm?" Souta was momentarily stunned.

Due to the connection between deities and their believers, whenever someone within his range called his name—or even the name of one of his avatars—he would sense it.

But this time, the call was unusually intense.

It felt like a person on the verge of despair clutching at their final lifeline, struggling with every ounce of their strength.

A desperate plea to a god.

"...Wait, my divine avatar in this world is a manga character, right? Who the hell is this dumb? Praying to a comic book character as if they were a real god..."

Souta was at a loss for words.

The manga illustrated by Honjo Nia was never publicly confirmed as fact. Readers naturally assumed it was fiction—well, not entirely fiction. Souta recalled Kurumi mentioning that Nia had added an absurdly dramatic love triangle between him, Kurumi, and Shiroyasha.

For a hot-blooded action series to be packed with that kind of romantic drama... and still sell like crazy... yeah, something about that felt off.

In any case, the general public had no way of knowing whether the manga's story was true or not. Most just saw it as entertainment.

But for someone to actually believe it, to think the protagonist was real and capable of saving them...

Did such a ridiculous person really exist?

Souta found his curiosity piqued.

He focused on the voice calling out to him, and suddenly, through the medium of faith, a vision from the other end of the prayer unfolded before him.

Sunlight filtered through a window, casting golden hues across a pristine white hospital room. A simple bed stood in the center, where a girl clutched a manga volume, her eyes damp with tears.

Her dull, lifeless gaze lingered on the pages, but within the depths of her pupils, a faint glimmer flickered—fragile, like a delicate flame on the verge of being extinguished.

If no one answered her call, that flicker of hope would vanish like smoke in the wind.

Souta's breath hitched.

She looked... familiar.

Silver-lavender hair, matching violet eyes, an elegant and beautiful face, a strikingly ample bosom...

Given the Date A Live setting, she looked suspiciously like...

Izayoi Miku?

No way, right?

Souta withdrew his consciousness from his divine domain, resting his chin in his palm, deep in thought.

"A hospitalized Izayoi Miku... Did I get randomly transported half a year into the past? No... wait. When I first met Kurumi, the main Date A Live storyline hadn't even started. Maybe I was always in this timeline to begin with..."

He glanced around.

He was standing beside a park bench, where a homeless man lay sprawled out, casting wary glances in his direction.

He had probably been standing still for too long, making the vagrant uneasy.

Souta paid him no mind. This wasn't America—there was no need to be wary of homeless people here.

Instead, he sifted through his memories, recalling everything he knew about Miku.

The Spirit Diva—Izayoi Miku—had first appeared half a year before the official Date A Live story began.

That meant that around this time, Mio Takamiya had probably already granted her a sephira crystal.

In other words, even if he didn't intervene, Miku would eventually crawl out of despair on her own...

But her personality would take a sharp turn for the extreme.

Souta hesitated, debating whether to make contact with her.

If he interfered now, it might change the course of her becoming a Spirit.

Or... it might not matter at all.

After all, not just anyone could become a Spirit. The fact that Mio chose Miku suggested there was some level of inevitability to it.

And looking at the names alone...

Tobiichi Origami, Honjo Nia, Tokisaki Kurumi, Himekawa Yoshino, Itsuka Kotori, Hoshimiya Mukuro...

Each name corresponded to the ten Sephiroth in the Kabbalah's Tree of Life.

"...Wait a second. Did I just stumble upon the truth by accident...?"

Souta recalled the vision he had seen through faith and turned his gaze to the left.

Beyond the park, about 300 meters away, stood a hospital.

That was where the call had come from.

The girl—who was most likely Izayoi Miku—was inside that building.

"...Ugh. She's crying out this desperately. I'd feel guilty if I ignored her."

After a brief hesitation, Souta made his decision.

After all, this girl was offering him her faith. A god responding to their believer's prayers was, in a way, an unspoken duty.

As long as he was careful, he shouldn't interfere with Miku's destined transformation into a Spirit.

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Izayoi Miku: The Songstress Kissed by Angels

Izayoi Miku was a girl blessed with an angelic voice—a voice that could rival heaven's choirs.

At the age of fifteen, she debuted as a singer under the stage name Tsukino Yoimachi .

With her enchanting voice and celestial beauty, her career flourished. Fans adored her, and her future seemed limitless.

But the entertainment industry was never pure.

Miku was no exception.

A television producer took an interest in her. Using his status and influence, he tried to coerce her into sleeping with him.

She was only fifteen.

Of course, she refused.

She thought that would be the end of it.

She was wrong.

The adult world was filthy.

After failing to exploit her, the producer retaliated—spreading a scandal, fabricating rumors that Miku had willingly slept her way to success.

Her reputation plummeted overnight.

Her once-loyal fans turned on her in an instant.

At first glance, their betrayal seemed sudden.

But in reality, it wasn't.

Otaku from the Heisei era held impossibly strict, almost delusional standards for their idols.

To put it simply—cute girls don't poop.

And if a girl who doesn't even poop was suddenly accused of sleeping around for fame?

That struck at the fragile pride of Heisei-era fanboys.

They lost their minds.

The flood of venomous insults shattered Miku.

She was devastated. Exhausted. On the verge of breaking.

But she refused to give up.

She still had her voice.

She believed that if she sang, people would understand. That she could reclaim her reputation. That she could prove the scandals were lies.

But the pressure was too much.

Her mind collapsed under the weight.

She developed psychogenic aphonia—a condition that robbed her of her voice.

Now bedridden, drowning in despair, Miku had lost everything.

She even began contemplating suicide.

'Of course... No one's going to save me.'

She tossed the manga in her hands aside, staring blankly out the window.

She couldn't even cry out in pain anymore.

Her own mental barriers blocked her from expressing anything.

'Even a hero who saved the world wouldn't reach out to me...'

Believing in manga felt foolish now.

People were selfish creatures.

Why would anyone save her for no reason?

Especially a man—

"Yo."

A sudden voice shattered her thoughts.

Startled, Miku turned toward the window.

A young man stood there, silhouetted against the sunlight.

She couldn't see his face at first, but his presence was warm.

When his features finally came into view, her breath hitched.

He looked just like—

She snapped her gaze to the manga she had tossed aside.

The protagonist on the cover was identical to the young man before her.

Even the clothes matched.

Miku's shock melted into pure disbelief...

Had she really summoned him from the manga?

"..."

She tried to speak, but no matter how hard she tried, no sound escaped.

Her face twisted with frustration.

Her wide, disbelieving eyes seemed to ask—

Are you here to save me?

Souta saw the plea hidden in her gaze.

Smiling warmly, he murmured:

"I can't believe someone was actually dumb enough to pray to a manga character... You're Izayoi Miku, aren't you?"