A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 218

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 218

Only after hastily posting one more article on From did I catch my breath.

-Suddenly returned to normal after just two days? Can artist’s disease be cured this quickly?

-Eden got confused about what to post on Inbyeol and posted it wrong. Everyone who suspected early symptoms of artist’s disease, disperse!

-I was annoyed when the previous post went up, but now I feel bad for them seeing how desperately they’re trying to fix things lol

-You weren’t drunk and confused her with someone else, were you? lol

└Then even drunk, he came to the fan cafe thinking of fans and left a post? That’s kind of touching…

I couldn’t even grasp how much chaos my past self had caused. And it was from my thirties, which I don’t even remember.

[Yongcheol Hyung- Should I buy you some nicotine gum?] 10:11 AM

I blinked at the random text. How long has it been since I quit smoking? Now it’s completely reset, so I shouldn’t have ever smoked, right?

I was about to reply asking what nonsense he was talking about when I carelessly raised my head and discovered it.

A pack of cigarettes on the desk.

Did this crazy bastard smoke too?

Panicking, I quickly searched “Yoon Eden cigarettes,” “Rev Eden cigarettes,” “Yoon Eden smoking sighting” and such, but fortunately no sightings or related posts came up.

There’s an old saying.

Cigarettes aren’t something you quit, but something you endure for life. Seeing cigarettes in front of me after so long made my hands tremble.

I tried to resist, but my hand instinctively reached out and grabbed the cigarette pack as if possessed.

‘Wow, this is stronger than the cigarettes I used to smoke?’

The crazy bastard smoked strong ones too. Did he abuse his body thinking it wasn’t his, or did he become such a hopeless heavy smoker?

While carefully examining the cigarette pack, I looked up at the sound from the doorway.

My eyes met with Gyeon Hajun, who was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Technically I hadn’t done anything wrong, but my body stiffened. Gyeon Hajun smiled gently and asked in a quiet voice.

“What might that be?”

“Aaaah! The cause of lung cancer!”

Screaming, I immediately ran out of the room and roughly shoved the cigarette pack into the trash can.

As I stomped on the pile of trash with my foot to keep it out of my sight, Gyeon Hajun lightly patted my shoulder.

“You’ll burst the trash bag doing that, Eden.”

“Jun, you know I don’t smoke, right? I’m someone who doesn’t even know the ‘cig’ in cigarettes.”

I frantically grabbed Gyeon Hajun’s shoulders and poured out words at almost rap speed. Ryu Jaehee passed by clapping, saying my diction was killer.

Gyeon Hajun gave me a kind smile and nodded in response.

“Right, let’s throw away the lighter too.”

My trust in my friend was lacking. After rummaging through the desk and clothes, I picked up the lighter that was on the desk. Instead of shoving the lighter into the trash, I threw it toward Gyeon Hajun.

“You keep this. Use it when you need fire later.”

“When would I need lighter fire?”

“Light candles during a blackout, or as backup when matches break while lighting cake candles? Or for lighting firewood? Maybe we’ll get stranded on an uninhabited island again while filming variety shows. Anyway, not when I want to smoke. Really not!”

After my desperate explanation, Gyeon Hajun stared at me for a moment then put the lighter in his pocket. Thus the lighter avoided going to the trash.

Exhausted from the barrage of overwhelming situations since morning, I dry-washed my face and plopped down on the bed.

“What the hell is all this chaos?”

“Hyung, but don’t you think there’s a reason the parallel world hyung came? For example, to give us a warning not to become like this because this kind of future is possible…”

I let out a deflated sigh at Kim Dobin’s serious hypothesis.

Yeah, warning or whatever, that’s just a regression penalty. As long as I have this damn Initial Intentions system, I’ll probably regress to debut again and be singing before that even happens.

“But what on earth happened that made hyung not renew his contract, leave Rev, and then become unable to compose?”

I paused at Kim Dobin’s additional mumbling. Unable to compose? Me?

The tattoos covering his hands, beer cans rolling around the room and cigarette butts piled high, the phone he threw as soon as he saw Gyeon Hajun’s face, the sleeping pills on the shelf.

My current rejection reaction to sleeping pills and the system’s reaction when I put sleeping pills to my mouth.

I instinctively realized that the answer to this system that suddenly appeared to me lay in those 3 years cleanly erased from my memory like they never existed.

Forced out of my thoughts by the phone’s short vibration, I checked the text.

[Team Leader Lee Seungyeon A&R Team- Eden, it seems one song is missing, please confirm] 10:31 AM

[Team Leader Lee Seungyeon A&R Team- As you know, the planning meeting for this activity is the day after tomorrow] 10:32 AM

I was about to get angry at my past self, but remembering the words about being unable to compose, I just clicked my tongue a couple times and left it at that.

“Kim Dobin, let’s go.”

I had to personally check the remaining song I had supposedly left to Kim Dobin.

Dragging Kim Dobin, who had supposedly done the finishing work on the song, to the studio, what greeted me as soon as I opened the door was…

“Wow, how much did he smoke for there to be such a cigarette stench?”

I’ll definitely need to get a lung X-ray at the next health checkup. I threw my jacket onto the sofa and immediately sat in the chair in front of the monitor, when Kim Dobin looked at me with a strange expression.

“What, why are you looking at me like that?”

“I realized the reason for the sense of incongruity. Hyung always sat only in this studio chair, but the evil spirit, no, the parallel world hyung was always only on the sofa, so it felt strange.”

Feeling an inexplicable anxiety at those words, I strode over to the sofa and picked up my jacket. A clear cigarette burn came into view. Grabbing the back of my neck, I screamed.

“This crazy bastard burned cigarettes into the sofa?”

As expected, that bastard is the same bastard! In the hallucination I saw after taking sleeping pills, he burned cigarettes into the blanket too, how was this bastard raised…!

Shit, we have the same parents.

Well, the saying “like father, like son” exists, so even with proper home education, it could happen. I, who almost committed great unfilial acts toward not just grandfather but parents too, trudged back and plopped into the chair again.

“But how did you manage to know the computer password?”

While turning on the computer and entering the password, I turned to Kim Dobin with a sudden thought, and Kim Dobin covered his mouth and snickered. That damn smirk made me feel worse.

“I didn’t know hyung loved Rev so much. My goodness, who would have thought the computer password was Rev’s debut date.”

I felt wronged for inadvertently becoming a leader who actually cared about the group just from one password. It’s just a password I’ve been using since before regression because it’s familiar, what can I do?

“Don’t be ridiculous, man. I just set it because our debut date is an easy number to remember. 0808, how easy is that to remember?”

“Oh, I see.”

I gave Kim Dobin, who was still snickering, a scalp massage after a long time.

Seeing my younger brother cry out in joy at the refreshing scalp massage after so long made me feel quite proud.

First, I checked the result that Kim Dobin said he had finished.

It was rough, but not unlistenable. However, there were several points I needed to address for Kim Dobin’s growth.

“Dobin, why did you put this chord here? No, I’m not blaming you. I’m really just curious. Can’t you hear the melody is all over the place? Were you trying to express chaos?”

“Dobin, do you have to put in a minor chord once for every major chord? Is that a rule? Since when has music had such rules? Does suddenly lowering a semitone suit this melody? Do you really think it fits and put it in? No, it’s your thought and your result. Speak freely.”

At my barrage of questions, Kim Dobin banged his head on the keyboard.

“Sorry for ruining the song…”

“You didn’t really ruin it. I’ll finish the work quickly anyway. But since your name will also go in the composition credits, I need to go over the parts you worked on.”

“What if we use this as the title track and the song flops?”

“Then it’s my lack of ability.”

I never intended to share responsibility with Kim Dobin just because his name would be listed alongside mine in the composition credits. Kim Dobin muttered with his head still on the desk.

“Come to think of it, I should have asked that thirty-year-old Eden hyung about hit songs and concepts by year. Then it would have been a smooth first-tier free pass without risk of failure.”

In my view, there’s a 99% chance he wouldn’t have told us. The 1% is left as a slim possibility since his head seemed to have taken a bullet.

“No, maybe it’s different since it’s a parallel world? He said wasn’t our song, and was our song there…”

Since it’s regression, the hit songs will probably be the same unless Cha Yeonho intervenes like with . And I remember the big hits well too. The problem is that while I remember the years, the dates are hazy.

The reason I don’t use that future knowledge even though I remember it is.

“Then I’d be stealing the opportunity for that group to rise, the efforts of those who composed that song and planned that concept.”

Because that wouldn’t be fair. Because none of my effort went into it.

Some might say this. That it’s just utilizing future knowledge like lottery numbers.

But lottery numbers are purely in the realm of luck requiring no effort, while creation is different. That realm is entirely the creator’s luck, talent, and effort.

And I became certain once again that I was right after losing , a song that was so love-hate for me.

Watching our members who had to let go without even knowing they’d been robbed of a song they loved so much and the success it achieved.

“If you’re not confident you can pay it back with interest later, you shouldn’t take it in the first place. How is that different from theft or plagiarism?”

Giving Navy a better song than that I had taken was also a kind of repayment.

Even though it was originally a song I composed, since I had made the certain future where they succeeded with uncertain by taking the song away, wasn’t it basic to raise their chances of success again?

“We just need to do our best with our own songs and surpass those songs, those concepts that succeeded. You can’t approach creation without that much courage, confidence, and competitive spirit.”

I didn’t want to scrape away even my conscience and pride for an easy and comfortable path. That was my life motto.

Kim Dobin’s eyes looking at me became damn sparkling, so feeling burdened, I ruffled my bangs and got up.

My mouth has been really bland since earlier, I can’t stand it.

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