A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 617

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Original Intent Episode 617

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I snapped out of my reminiscence and muttered seriously.

“Should I at least wear a bulletproof vest?”

“Why are you suddenly bringing up bulletproof vests? Are you going to quit being an idol and join a security company?”

Yongcheol Hyung, who had just arbitrarily changed my career path, added with applause that he would support whatever choice I made.

“Junbeom Hyung said this. As soon as Riburn got out of prison, he went to find Jiwon Hyung and trashed Jiwon Hyung’s studio while making death threats.”

“Don’t believe everything Junbeom says. You need to know the exact source for things like that.”

Yongcheol Hyung firmly retorted in the tone of someone scolding parents who watch fake news on YouTube.

“But Junbeom Hyung heard it directly from Wihan, who witnessed the whole thing while working with Jiwon Hyung in his studio at the time? Wihan even got his eye area torn while trying to stop Riburn.”

“Hey hey hey, then it must be true. I remember Wihan walking around with gauze or a bandage above his right eye before.”

Since Jiwon Hyung, the person involved, had already admitted it was true, Yongcheol Hyung’s cross-verification wasn’t really necessary.

“I feel like even if Hajun reported me for smoking weed during my career high and I went to prison, I wouldn’t really resent him? There’s a clear reason – it’s a crime.”

That was much better than being cut off without knowing why. Of course, now I don’t resent him because I know the reason.

Wait, does that make Parachute equivalent to weed…?

I brought my thoughts back to the original track after briefly wandering elsewhere and tapped the keyboard with my fingertips.

“If I could understand it, I’d be able to predict it too. Since it’s beyond my understanding, I guess I’m anxious because I can’t predict what will happen when Riburn and Jiwon Hyung face each other again.”

What I wanted to hear from Riburn in this meeting was the specific details of the superficial advice about Shinwol that he had given to Jiwon Hyung in the past.

So Jiwon Hyung’s story would inevitably come up in our conversation.

And now with the person involved present, would Riburn really tell me everything obediently? At least back then, Riburn’s reason for tipping off Jiwon Hyung was worry and goodwill.

I couldn’t rule out the possibility that he might refuse to talk just to spite us.

If I used this point in reverse, it seemed like he might spill everything? Anyway, from Riburn’s perspective, he tried to prevent someone from walking into a fire pit, but that person repaid his kindness with betrayal.

Of course, drugs are indeed a crime and Jiwon Hyung did the right thing by reporting it. I’m just looking at it from Riburn’s perspective.

“Not everyone is like you. Getting a criminal record and having the drug addict label follow you for life isn’t a small matter. Just look at how he became the industry’s number one person to avoid.”

That was Yongcheol Hyung’s opinion for now.

As soon as I finished work and returned to the dorm, I grabbed Gyeon Hajun to ask him about it. When substituting Jiwon Hyung with me, wasn’t Gyeon Hajun the closest to Riburn? He even had experience being cut off once. Of course, Gyeon Hajun doesn’t remember.

“Hey, Jun. What if you were at your career high and smoked weed, but I reported you and you went to prison. Would you resent me?”

“I’d never smoke weed so I can’t really immerse myself in the scenario, but I’m still human, so if I got investigated by police and dragged to prison, I’d probably resent you as the informant.”

Even while making an expression asking why I was asking such things, Gyeon Hajun diligently answered.

“But what if I came to you after you got out of prison and kept asking about information you had shared before. Would you answer me?”

“If he reflected on his mistakes in prison, wouldn’t he realize that his friend’s report was for his own good and get along well?”

Jiwon Hyung, I tried my best to predict Riburn’s reaction, but I can’t predict it because I don’t have a best friend like Riburn.

My best friend has such upright character that he would repent in prison and even understand his friend’s intentions. He’s too different from your ex-best friend who threatens to kill people.

I gave up trying to predict Riburn’s reaction when Jiwon Hyung appeared before him and changed the subject.

“Come to think of it, aren’t you having dreams anymore?”

“That’s right. At some point I started sleeping so soundly again that I don’t remember my dreams when I wake up. Maybe it was because the sleeping arrangements in that semi-basement dorm were uncomfortable.”

It was now an undeniable established fact that Gyeon Hajun was handling the memories I had dumped on him through his dreams.

But one day, I suddenly had this question.

If I had dumped all my memories from the 1st to 6th rounds onto Gyeon Hajun, then where exactly were the memory fragments I was now recovering coming from?

What if I wasn’t remembering them myself, but they were returning from the memories Gyeon Hajun was carrying for me?

After the 6th round, I abandoned the danger level system and accepted our family’s system – that is, the Chosim system. And at that point, I transferred all the memories I had experienced from the 1st to 6th rounds to Gyeon Hajun.

Then it was highly likely that the memories Gyeon Hajun was carrying were also being affected by the Chosim system.

The Chosim system has a bug where fragments of erased memories resurface when similar places or conversations from the past are repeated. If this phenomenon doesn’t just happen to me but could also apply to Gyeon Hajun who took on my memories?

What if the system bug occurred during our process of recreating our debut days, causing Gyeon Hajun to become aware of the memories he was only handling through dreams? But what if Gyeon Hajun thinks these aren’t real memories but just nightmares?

What if returning to that semi-basement dorm was the bug condition for the memories Gyeon Hajun was carrying?

Suddenly, I remembered what happened while staying at the semi-basement dorm. I had never been awake while Gyeon Hajun was sleeping. Even the few moments I was awake, I went out to the living room and fell asleep on the sofa.

On the last day, instead of waking Gyeon Hajun to ask him to tell me about his dreams, I should have asked sleeping Gyeon Hajun.

Then maybe… I could have talked again with that Gyeon Hajun I encountered in my funeral memory.

I pressed my forehead, realizing my approach had been completely wrong.

Back then, I was so absorbed in the ‘stairs’ that triggered my memory bug that I never thought about who those memories came from, or who else besides me was being affected by the system.

This is why it’s important to have a broad perspective. I gained a new realization.

“Hey, Jun. Then want to go sleep at the semi-basement dorm for just one more day?”

Gyeon Hajun looked at me with eyes asking if I was serious.

It was a look I’d been getting from Gyeon Hajun a lot lately. Before, he would at least try to read my mind and make an effort to interpret things positively, but now he was merciless. Was he making up for all the times he couldn’t do it before?

But if you asked me if I missed the old Gyeon Hajun, well.

The current situation where Gyeon Hajun didn’t have to struggle with transcendent interpretations seemed much better. Even the desperate effort to come up with shields that even thoughtless Kim Dobin would deflect looked exhausting to my eyes.

“I’m not telling you to go sleep alone. Of course I’ll come with you.”

That’s how I’d be able to try talking to sleeping Gyeon Hajun.

“Is this because of the dreams? Again?”

Instead of answering, I shrugged my shoulders, and Gyeon Hajun sighed and crossed his arms.

“Why are you being so persistent about just nightmares? Because you’re acting like this, it really seems like there’s something in those dreams and I’m dying of anxiety. You’re not planning to make Cha Yeonho Sunbaenim kneel and got caught because of my dreams, are you?”

It seemed the maximum limit of Gyeon Hajun’s imagination was still prophetic dreams.

Maybe otaku Kim Dobin would be different, but the opponent was Gyeon Hajun, a more realistic person than anyone who would dismiss such surreal phenomena as absurd stories.

Even if a system window appeared before his eyes, Gyeon Hajun would dismiss it as a hallucination from fatigue or seriously go get psychiatric counseling.

I didn’t have the confidence to seriously explain to Gyeon Hajun that the seven regressions were reality. Especially after hearing that Cha Yeonho was treated like a mental patient when he confessed the regression facts to members who believed him.

Even if I told the members, only Kim Dobin would barely believe it, but the problem was Kim Dobin didn’t seem particularly helpful except for things requiring luck.

“It’s nothing-“

I stopped mid-sentence while trying to say it wasn’t. Because it was something I absolutely couldn’t say to the 6th round Gyeon Hajun who was still trapped in records of countless failures.

“It is something, but it’s nothing to worry about.”

As soon as Gyeon Hajun shook his head with Kim Saen’s face and got up to leave, I clicked my tongue in regret while watching his retreating figure.

If only Gyeon Hajun had terribly dull hearing like Seo Yehyeon, I would have moved him to the semi-basement dorm during the night, but he’s someone who would wake up just from being touched, so it was disappointing.

I should have used that item that made Ryu Jaehee endlessly faint and turned my studio into a lewd space on Gyeon Hajun. It was a regret that came too late.

These damn items, except for the cure-all medicine, had never been used at the right time and place. The Cooking King Dae Jang Geum was on hold since it couldn’t be used on cooking programs but did eliminate the disgraceful nickname of cooking disaster.

Whenever I used them for urgent fire-fighting, something I’d definitely need later would always come up.

Or not? At this point, is our family’s system giving me what I need but I’m using it wrong?

[Oh!]

What’s with the exclamation mark.

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[SEMI-FINAL]

Team Yoon Eden & D.I Vs Team G1 & Rok Han

-Yupi Vs SYRA

-G-TE Vs Crazy No

This was the first time in DTB history that the tournament bracket was this concise. And it was also the first time that the semifinal teams’ producers were split like this.

Because our team members were so formidable, Jiwon Hyung and Rok Han were getting more haggard every time I saw them, pouring all their energy into both competition songs.

Even Yongcheol Hyung, who had been lamenting that he was dying from exhaustion, would shut his mouth just from seeing those two faces from afar.

On the day of the semifinal stage, backstage.

While waiting for our turn for stage rehearsal, Choi Hyeongjin, who was standing next to me, blurted out.

“You told me to make it to the semifinals when you weren’t around, but in the end I made it when you are around.”

When I wondered what he meant, it was what I had said when sending off Choi Hyeongjin after he was eliminated following the second round of the main competition in Season 4.

“Then what… should I drop out now?”

When I asked reluctantly, Choi Hyeongjin scowled and made a fuss.

“This bastard does this whenever I try to get sentimental! I’m saying I’ll make it to the finals because you’re here, you bastard!”

Oh, our Hyeongjin. Already advanced to the finals before even performing the semifinal stage?

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