A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 362

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Original Intent Episode 362

Cha Yeonho’s eyes went blank for a moment.

“…Where the hell did 60 years come from?”

“Well, I’m going to live a long life to nearly 90!”

At my voice filled with nothing but faith and not a shred of doubt, Cha Yeonho rubbed his forehead and spat out irritably.

“Don’t you think I might know your cause of death because you died young?”

“There’s no way I’d die young.”

“Whether it’s an accident, suicide, or illness, there are plenty of reasons for people to die at a young age.”

“Sure, there might be plenty of reasons for people in general, but there’s no reason for me to do that.”

“You can’t even remember how you died, so why are you so confident about that?”

Now looking straight at Cha Yeonho who was outright crossing his arms and being sarcastic, I lifted my chin and spoke confidently.

“Well, I heard from a skilled shaman that if I just endure the great hardships of my early years, I’ll live a long and healthy life.”

Cha Yeonho’s tightly crossed arms went limp and dropped. After staring at me blankly with his mouth open for a moment, Cha Yeonho burst out.

“I could say the same thing!”

“Huh? Are you some skilled shaman who reads fortunes for presidents, congressmen, and chaebol heirs?”

“Why are you bringing that up!”

“Well, that shaman is the one who said I’d live like that. Wow, I heard the waiting list was a year long. If it’s that long of a wait just to get your fortune read, they must be really skilled.”

Even though my paternal grandmother was terrible enough to try to put me on awful programs like 【Our Child Has Changed】 without thinking about her grandson’s future of being ridiculed, I was still her grandson, so through grandfather’s connections, she waited a full year to get my fortune read.

Being the only one without academic talent in a family of high achievers, it was understandable that the adults would worry about my future.

What did they say again… If I endure the great hardships of my early years, I’ll live long and healthy, but overcoming those great hardships depends on me.

Anyway, along with that, I was also told that I’d have a profession where I stand before many people.

So my paternal family kept attributing all sorts of professions that involve standing before people to the Yoon family clan – a president here, a congressman there, a university professor there.

At the time, I was dreaming of being a rapper, and knowing how small the domestic hip hop scene was, I thought even if I became a rapper, I’d be screwed when it came to standing before many people, so I just scoffed at what seemed like another charlatan’s nonsense. But seeing how I eventually became an idol standing before the public, that shaman was right after all.

So the part about living long and healthy must be right too.

Bang-!

A loud sound snapped me out of my random thoughts, and when I looked toward the source, Cha Yeonho was banging his head on the table.

“That kind of thing… that kind of thing…”

What’s wrong with him? I clicked my tongue watching Cha Yeonho mumbling something while trembling with his head still on the table.

“Anyway, so I’m not curious about my cause of death, so rejected. You don’t need to tell me. The future can be changed plenty. You saw it yourself – I proved it like this, didn’t I?”

I tapped the top of my head with my finger and grinned, pulling up the corners of my mouth.

Cha Yeonho slowly raised his head from the table and asked through gritted teeth.

“Then what do you want?”

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing I particularly want from you. I told you back then too. Deals only work when both sides have something to give and take.”

I smirked and leaned my upper body toward Cha Yeonho.

My voice, full of mockery, rang clearly in the hotel room.

“Try using your brain a little. Even with your interference, I’ve crawled my way up here just fine, so why would I need your help, Senior.”

I wasn’t just aiming for a spot in the first string.

What was he going to do, put our song at number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100, or get us a Coachella headliner spot, or arrange a world tour for us?

It was safe to say that Cha Yeonho could hardly help me meet the condition for ending my infinite regression – gaining 30 million fans. What could Cha Yeonho do to help, and how much, while avoiding the eyes of his own agency, Shinwol Entertainment.

Composition and producing are my responsibility, and my connections in this field who are top-class are much better than Cha Yeonho’s connections, so even if Cha Yeonho introduces good composers or producers, it wouldn’t really help.

Besides, even if Cha Yeonho deployed sabotage tactics, we had Ryu Jaehee on our side.

Damn it, while someone is living such a pitiful life where they can’t even curse freely or give the finger to their heart’s content because they’re trying not to regress and worrying about their beginner’s mind.

In front of such a pitiful person, you’re asking me to leave a perfectly fine team because you want to regress now? Will you take responsibility if I go into infinite regression again? Huh?

“Is this because of KJ again? Because of your Jeongjun?”

Cha Yeonho flinched as if I’d hit the mark. I’d figured it out since he said he fought with KJ.

It was a similar dynamic before the regression too. However, what was different from then was that the Cha Yeonho back then didn’t have such high standards and wasn’t so stiff-necked, that’s all.

“If you really care about your friend, don’t run around everywhere trying to solve things for him or kneel in front of others, but let him pay the price for his own mistakes.”

Do you think KJ is a seven-year-old and you’re his guardian? Murderous intent flashed in Cha Yeonho’s eyes after hearing my sincere advice.

“Don’t spout nonsense when you don’t even remember.”

Cha Yeonho, who was looking at me with eyes that wanted to tear me apart and kill me, spat out each word as if chewing on them.

“Oh my, how scary.”

I replied nonchalantly while recalling the composer’s name listed alongside KJ’s name.

Would KJ, who had discovered that convenience, really be able to endure the hardships of creation? Would he regress every time that happened?

At this point, isn’t this obsession rather than friendship? I don’t know about this kind of friendship.

“Even if you make it like it never happened, the same thing will repeat again, won’t it? A leopard can’t change its spots, right? I feel sorry for KJ having a friend who’s ruining him. He should properly recognize his own mistakes, but having a friend who blocks his eyes and ears like this.”

When I clicked my tongue, Cha Yeonho’s face contorted.

He let out something like a hollow laugh, and that chuckle gradually grew into loud guffaws.

“You’re not the one to say that, Yoon Eden.”

As soon as I was about to raise my eyebrows at Cha Yeonho’s eerily calm voice, an anguished scream followed.

“You who didn’t even stay for a minute at your friend’s funeral hall, who left without offering a single flower or bowing once, you’re not the one to say that! They said you were close enough to leave your former agency together, ha! At least I stayed at that kid’s funeral hall for all three days, multiple times!”

Just now… it seems like a lot just passed by…?

And you could stay for a minute and leave at the funeral of a friend you cut ties with 60 years ago. Just remembering is something.

But without giving me time to digest the facts that poured out like a tsunami, Cha Yeonho, who had lost his reason, continued throwing bombs.

“You seem to think you died peacefully in old age, but you died at thirty. Talking about 60 years. You died after just 4 years.”

Fuck, what is this? Since I’m twenty-three now, does that mean I have a 7-year death sentence? No, it’s 6 years in just a few more days?

Shit, wasn’t the big hardship in my early years supposed to be debuting at LnL? Or was that shaman a quack? She said I’d live long and healthy?

Still, thanks to that, Cha Yeonho became a little less disgusting. When I thought he’d stalked me until my deathbed, he was fucking disgusting.

As I turned my head, which only works well at times like this, and casually lowered my gaze, the tattoo carved on my arm caught my eye.

Didn’t the guy who got this tattooed say it was thirty-year-old Yoon Eden?

Then was it death from illness or an accident? I should ask Kim Dobin if the thirty-year-old me seemed to have health issues.

In the memory I briefly glimpsed through Aaron or whatever, there was a Christmas tree made of cigarette butts – could it be because of smoking? Or hepatitis C from all those tattoos on the back of my hand?

While I was confused by the sudden bombshell declaration, Cha Yeonho, who had regained his reason, threw a sneer at me.

“You said you weren’t curious. That doesn’t look like the expression of someone who’s not curious at all.”

“Wouldn’t you be curious if you were me?”

When I replied irritably while rubbing the tattoo with my thumb, Cha Yeonho wiggled his finger with the face of someone who had gained the upper hand.

“If you’re curious about how to find manipulated memories, bring me trading conditions that correspond to that.”

Cha Yeonho, who had said those words, smiled with a face mixed with ecstasy.

“That’s right, come to think of it, I don’t really need to regress.”

I was absolutely disgusted by the guy trying to climb to the top of my head and the guy trying to manipulate me as he pleased.

And unfortunately, Cha Yeonho belonged to the common denominator of those two types I despised. These kinds of bastards could only be satisfied by being trampled on.

Just like back then.

Getting so excited that he blurted out even what he was planning to use as bargaining material, yet still acting like he had the upper hand.

Tsk-

“Yeonho, Cha Yeonho.”

I reached out and firmly grabbed his collar, pulling him toward me. I stared intently at Cha Yeonho as he gasped with his upper body leaning forward and his waist caught against the table.

[Inappropriate behavior detected.]

[Initial Heart Points -1]

Isn’t this exactly what I’ve been accumulating Initial Heart Points for?

“Wake up.”

I gave him a short warning that he could clearly understand.

When I let go of his collar like throwing it away, Cha Yeonho leaned back against the chair and gasped desperately for breath. Cha Yeonho wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and ground his teeth with a grinding sound.

“Fine, let’s see who’ll be acting relaxed until the very end.”

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“Hey, you wandered off again, didn’t you? It shouldn’t take that long to go to the hotel room…”

Seo Yehyeon’s nagging poured out, but I ignored it and immediately threw my body into the cold seawater. As I plunged my head underwater, Seo Yehyeon’s nagging and the surrounding noise gradually became blurred.

My memories that were cut off at twenty-seven years old.

My appearance at thirty that seemed to have lost its mind.

The reason I died at the mere age of thirty.

Cha Yeonho who seems to believe that my withdrawal was the starting point of the regression.

Cha Yeonho’s words suggesting that this regression wasn’t just once.

The key to all of this is ultimately this damn Initial Heart Points system. What the hell are they gaining by even manipulating my memories?

A hand grabbed my neck and pulled me up, dragging me out of the water surface as I let out the breath I had been holding.

It was quite tiring to use my brain after such a long time.

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