A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 217

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Regression Manual for an Idol Who Lost Their Original Intentions Chapter 217

“…se up. It’s morning.”

Someone’s blurry voice reached me, then the blanket was suddenly pulled away.

My throbbing head and heavy body gave me an inexplicable sense of unease.

“Uh, yeah…”

I gave a half-hearted response and pulled the blanket up over my head. My body felt sluggish, making me reluctant to get up.

What was my last memory again.

The status window that had turned bright red with garbled text claiming there was an error? That ridiculous damn regression penalty?

Wait, regression?

Do I have to wear that SXji Experiment Man costume again and sing ? Do I have to repeat all those war-like years I’ve been through?

The cold air touching my body made me snap my eyes open and look up at the ceiling.

It wasn’t that horrible semi-basement first dorm, but the familiar room ceiling I last remembered. Only then did I relax and let the tension leave my body.

Kim Dobin’s face flickered before my eyes. There’s no way Dobin would wake up before me and wake me up, so what was that about.

“Am I still half asleep… Why does my mouth taste so bitter?”

A nasty, bitter taste lingered in my mouth, as if I’d chewed pills without water.

I downed the glass of water Dobin politely offered me in one shot and headed to the bathroom to wash my face and wake up properly. The moment I mindlessly rolled up my right sleeve, I saw some English sentence.

“To freely… bloom…”

As I fumbled through reading the sentence, chills ran down my spine and I let out a scream.

“Aaaaah! What the hell! What is this! Damn it, why won’t this come off!”

I scrubbed with water, soap, body wash, foam cleanser, even toothpaste – I tried everything, but the letters on the inside of my arm remained.

Only after seeing my skin turn red and swell where the letters were written did I become certain this was a tattoo.

Overnight, the exact same tattoo had appeared in the exact same position as before my regression.

With trembling hands, I took off my shirt and put it back on. When I carefully turned my left shoulder, there were two small azalea tattoos positioned just where a short sleeve would cover them.

This was also exactly the same as the tattoo I’d gotten at twenty-four, before my regression.

Wondering if I had really regressed to that time, or if only I could see them, I went out of the bathroom with my shirt off.

“What are you doing shirtless first thing in the morning?”

Seeing Seo Yehyeon speak to me first, it definitely didn’t seem like I’d regressed to before I returned.

“Hyung, can you see this too?”

I urgently thrust my left shoulder in front of Yehyeon’s eyes, and he nodded with a disgusted expression.

“Yeah, I can see the azaleas. So please put on some clothes. I don’t want to see someone else’s bare body this close first thing in the morning.”

“Why are you being so modest between guys? It’s not like I took off my pants.”

Yehyeon’s expression showed with his whole body that he could be even more disgusted, so I obediently turned around and grabbed Ryu Jaehee who was passing by.

“Can you see this?”

“Is this a vision test? But hyung, how are you planning to handle the aftermath of getting tattoos in your fourth year?”

Only after hearing Jaehee’s response could I accept that this wasn’t just visible to me, but to others as well.

Could the regression penalty have been… physical regression?

“If I cover it well, won’t it go unnoticed? It’s pale pink so it doesn’t really stand out, and it’s Rev’s debut birth flower. Or maybe later all the members could get matching azalea friendship tattoos.”

I don’t think I got much criticism when I got it in my fifth year either. Though I didn’t bother looking up reactions back then.

When I asked in an uncertain voice, Jaehee clicked his tongue saying I could forget about sleeveless shirts now.

“Anyway, you’re back, hyung.”

Back from what? I sat at the dining table, completely unable to understand the context of Jaehee’s words.

Dobin quickly sat next to me and spread his arms with a moved expression.

“Eden hyung, I missed you!”

“What’s wrong with him? Did he eat something bad?”

Did Dobin regress and come back instead of me due to the system error?

When I recoiled in disgust, Dobin lowered his arms and grabbed me with a serious expression.

“Eden hyung, don’t be surprised and listen.”

Showing me the date on his phone’s lock screen, Dobin continued.

“Today is January 18th.”

“Why would that be surpris… What? It’s not the 13th?”

That meant five days of memories had been completely deleted from my head.

Something must definitely be wrong with my brain.

With this damn tattoo that suddenly appeared, there was also the risk of hepatitis C, so I’d probably need to get a comprehensive health checkup including a brain MRI.

“This won’t do. Skip practice today and go to the hospital right away-“

“Ah, that’s because hyung was possessed by something.”

I was about to glare at Dobin to tell him to make sense, when I barely remembered using the possessed concept once before and reluctantly swallowed my words.

“What, were you possessed by a ghost again?”

Does that even make sense? I’m making a hospital appointment as soon as we finish eating.

“No, by a parallel world version of you.”

Oh, that’s even more bullshit than I expected.

I looked at Gyeon Hajun, hoping he’d scold Dobin for talking nonsense at the dinner table, but Hajun shook his head.

That bullshit is real? Come to think of it, Jaehee also said I was back.

Damn, did the members coordinate their stories and plan some group surprise camera show?

“Parallel world? Par-al-lel world-? The CEO kept preaching about parallel universe worldviews, did you all get brainwashed? Huh? Say something that makes sense!”

Despite my scolding, when normally he would have immediately cowered, Dobin strangely showed no sign of being intimidated as he faced me and shrugged his shoulders.

Did he attend some kind of mental training winter camp for those five days?

“He said if you don’t believe it, check your phone’s memo app.”

I immediately put down my spoon and ran to my phone in my room. When I opened the memo app, I saw an unfamiliar memo saved from a few days ago.

With trembling hands, I opened the memo.

[This is thirty-year-old Yoon Eden. It’s not physical regression, there’s nothing wrong with your brain, it’s just mental regression, so please don’t make a fuss about needing comprehensive tests. The tattoos I put on your body are proof enough, aren’t they?]

As much as I hated to admit it, it was damn solid proof. The tattoo locations and designs were facts only my past self would know.

But my last memory before regression was at twenty-seven, the day I’d just moved into the Cheongdam-dong house before Rev’s final schedule.

If it was mental regression, how could a thirty-year-old Yoon Eden exist?

As I rubbed my throbbing temples, I remembered the hallucination I’d seen while vomiting up sleeping pills.

Could the ‘memory distortion’ Cha Yeonho mentioned have meant this?

Since the system wasn’t showing any errors this time, my guess seemed correct. I continued reading the memo.

[And I didn’t get hepatitis C even after ten tattoos, so don’t worry. You didn’t get it when you did it before either, right? You’re not being a coward and getting scared over something like that, are you?]

You bastard, the tattoo dates are different this time. Don’t you know how quickly the future can change over the smallest things?

So I gave up on the brain MRI for now, but I couldn’t give up on the hepatitis C test.

[I left the final touches on the song to Kim Dobin, so extend the deadline or finish it yourself as you see fit.]

Why didn’t you do it yourself since you became a producer? If you stole my time, isn’t it basic human decency to at least do that much?

[Be happy, this time.]

Reading the last sentence, I unconsciously rubbed where the lettering tattoo was engraved on my right arm.

‘This time.’ So even living in the new house, driving a Ferrari, and freely making the music I wanted wasn’t happiness?

First, I needed to check how much this thirty-year-old Yoon Eden had damaged the original intentions score.

After all, I had a record of bringing my original intentions to 0 in just a few days in the first round.

[Current Original Intentions: 41]

Is this for real.

So I lost half, no, more than half of the original intentions points I had carefully saved up in just a few days.

And now you’re telling me to be happy after this? Yeah right, I’d be so happy seeing this mess, you bastard.

[Lower the danger level.]

[The danger level will only be removed once you lower it below a certain threshold.]

Damn it, the original intentions points are already overwhelming enough, what the hell is this danger level now?

[You need to raise your original intentions points to lower the danger level.]

So not only can’t you provide compensation for the error, but now you want me to solve this danger level thing too?

When I flopped down on the bed to protest against the system, the system gave me a brief explanation of the situation.

So the situation where my original intentions points got cut like this was created by an external attack that transferred some danger level to me?

[More precisely, it created the risk of being trapped in an infinite loop.]

[If your original intentions points had reached 0 and caused regression during the error state, the probability of that outcome would have increased.]

The only regressor I could suspect was Cha Yeonho. To be certain, I needed to find out if Cha Yeonho also had a system like me.

For now, I entered the fan cafe to complete the Weekly Quest and raise my original intentions points. A post with an overwhelming number of comments caught my eye.

It was a post written during the lost time. And it was under my name. Wondering what the hell I had done to cause such an explosion of comments, I hurriedly tapped on the post, and a painfully familiar type of “From” post appeared.

It was exactly like the posts I used to upload before receiving original intentions therapy.

The comments were in chaos with theories ranging from hacking to ghostwriting to early-stage artist disease.

Great, the fans are already going to suspect I’ve got artist disease because of the tattoo, and now this.

Since damage control came first, I frantically started editing the post.

[From. Eden]

(mirror selfie.jpg)

Daydream, have you been well since the new year?

Age is no guarantee of maturity.

After welcoming the new year and getting a year older, this phrase just suddenly came to mind. It feels like only my age went up while my mental state remained the same without really maturing, and I’m also wondering what kind of image I should show Daydream as a twenty-three-year-old. Still, I’ll do my best to show you a more mature Yoon Eden than last year. Please take care of me this year as well.

Comments 9999

-Am I remembering wrong or wasn’t this post different before

-What is this when did you edit the post

-Yeah Eden even you thought that wasn’t right, didn’t you?

-Even if you try to slip past it, we all have screenshots of that dark history lololol

-If you’re going to post stuff like that in the future, at least add a proper greeting like now so we don’t think you got hacked

-Huh wasn’t it a diss at Kim No-dap?

-I just hope the maturity you’re talking about isn’t just artistic maturity…

I also changed the night sky photo to a mirror selfie I had taken before and squeezed out additional sentences as much as possible. I had no clue why such a sentence was posted.

What was I trying to say? That thirty-year-old Yoon Eden’s brain was half-baked?

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