Grab the Regressor by the Collar and Debut - Chapter 139

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139
. Guerrilla Concert
Miro Maze’s first guerrilla concert.
A makeshift stage was erected in the center of a sprawling plaza in the Seoul Suburbs.
The Production Team prioritized order above all else, prepared for any unforeseen safety incidents. They announced the location the day before to prevent crowds from gathering prematurely, and deployed security and staff personnel to maximum capacity.
[But isn’t the Production Team being thoughtless?]
You probably know things like the popularity of the kids and how hot they are, but what if an accident happens due to a crowd of people? What kind of guerilla concert is this?
We’ve only done one fan meeting anyway, so why not just stick with what we were doing before
And they announced it so late that people who couldn’t go are just riding the wave on Maple…
– ? Where are you riding Maple from
– Sounds like you’re the one riding Maple right now
– I’m riding the waves for now
└ I’m keeping the rhythm
└ I’m from the Provinces so I took the train yesterday and just got to the venue. It’s really spacious here
└ Hehe I live nearby so I came by bike lol
– Hey guys, you’re upset that you can’t go to Guerrilla when you write this… Please pay attention hahahaha
└ 22 lol I’m also Destiny but seriously, what’s going on with the purchasing power?
└ 3333 I’ve known since they started crushing the Yupia fans…
└ These days it’s not even a crash anymore, they’re literally firing cannons to shoot them down
Kang Ha-di
@kang_HD
Came to see the kids
There really are a lot of people
But I’m so used to
festivals that I can manage it fine
(Guerrilla concert venue photo)
Jeong Shucream
@ice_ciu
#RT #rt #MiroMaze
#GuerillaConcert #Si-woo #Shugging
Posting based on a tip received via DM!
9 o’clock direction from the stage view
Found around 2 o’clock near Hiso Cafe
Looking for Si-woo’s lost plushie~
(Photo of Si-woo’s cotton plushie doll)
[GSP Wait, Twomu is MCing the guerrilla today?]
Endway’s Choi Yeon-woo and Park Woong
(Phone camera photo of Park Woong and Choi Yeon-woo greeting fans at the venue)
– Oh
– Wow
– Oh my, Yoon Ji-nu!
– Wait, Choi Yeon-woo and Seo Tae-hyun two-shot, can we see it today?
– I’m at the venue and the MC seems to be Yeon-woo! Woong without makeup in casual clothes lol
– Wait… Woong just followed along because someone said they’d buy him something delicious, right?
└ Yeah, that could be it
└ If it’s our Woong, it’s possible
└ What do And With U fans even think of Park Woong?
└ But our Woong is… the guy who even followed a senior to the jungle when they said they’d buy him something delicious…
└ Oh lol this is killing me
└ Lololol for real???
└ Who’s the senior???
└ Upia’s Yoon Ji-nu
└ Ah…okay
└ Why does that make sense
Finally, amid everyone’s anticipation, interest, and concern, the guerrilla concert opened its curtains.
In the early stages, the AiTube livestream suffered several transmission errors, causing the start to be delayed by about thirty minutes from the originally scheduled time.
– It’s happening!!!!
– Oh my!
– Voting is open too!!!
– ♥Give one vote to the godly Park Jae-young♥
– Plz eng subbbbb
– Saya mendukungnya. Dia adalah orang spesial yang harus debut.
Now, in the late afternoon when the heat had finally begun to ease.
Ascending the softly illuminated stage was Choi Yeon-woo of Endway, exactly as the spoilers had revealed.
“Hello everyone, Destiny fans.”
As Choi Yeon-woo greeted them with a dapper voice, the Destiny fans at the venue erupted in loud cheers.
Since this was a guerrilla concert held outdoors, Choi Yeon-woo wore a casual daily look rather than formal attire, and fanned himself as if feeling slightly warm.
“Is it because of your enthusiasm? I’m already feeling quite hot. You’ve all been waiting a long time, haven’t you?”
“”Yes―!!””
“The stage of our Miro Maze trainees that will blow away all this long waiting. I’m really looking forward to it too. But first, I should introduce myself.”
Choi Yeon-woo held the microphone and cue card in one hand, and with his remaining hand, greeted them with Endway’s signature hand gesture.
“Two, three, Make my way! Hello. I’m Choi Yeon-woo, the unwavering center of Endway. Today, I’ve taken over hosting duties from senior Seo Tae-il for this Miro Maze guerrilla concert.”
His smooth greeting and lead ment drew another round of cheers and applause.
As Choi Yeon-woo set the mood with a brief opening ment.
In the waiting tent set up in the parking lot, slightly removed from the plaza where the stage stood, another member of Endway was greeting the Miro Maze trainees.
“Hello!”
“Hello, senior!”
“Oh, hello everyone.”
Park Woong, the main rapper of Endway, approached each trainee one by one with a bright smile and personally offered his hand for a handshake.
Among those with longer trainee periods, there were already some familiar faces, and they even shared warm hugs. Every moment was being captured on camera.
“I was going to bring something delicious, but Yeon-woo kept saying you’d all be too busy here, so I couldn’t bring anything! What a shame.”
True to a man who’d single-handedly claimed both the gourmet and big-eater image with his “Park Woong’s Broadcasting Station Restaurant List” and secured a permanent guest spot on cooking variety shows.
Park Woong opened with food talk right from his first line, his expression dripping with regret.
“There’s this really delicious madeleine shop nearby. I really wanted to bring some for you all… If anyone’s interested in the info, I can tell you the shop name. You really should try it sometime. It’s genuinely authentic.”
‘…What the hell is this guy?’
Kang Ha-jin’s first impression of Park Woong was somewhat harsh.
And for good reason—here was an active idol busy wrapping up activities and preparing for a tour, who’d come all this way just to see his juniors, yet everything coming out of his mouth was about food.
Of course, Ha-jin had heard plenty of times before that Park Woong was genuinely passionate about eating.
He remembered when a peer soldier who used to plan concerts had joined Endway’s concert team—that guy had complained that coordinating catering for Park Woong was harder than pulling all-nighters for concert rehearsals.
[System Alert: Wow… Isn’t that just typical celebrity abuse of power?]
‘It’s not like he demanded freshly brewed Italian coffee beans be brought to him before they cooled. Preferred snacks and coffee brands hardly count as abuse of power.’
Ha-jin’s peer soldier back then hadn’t genuinely hated Park Woong.
When you work in this field, comments like that are just complaints like, ‘Oh, my clients are so tough.’ So I listened to them in moderation and ignored them.
But seeing it in person, Ha-jin found himself thinking, ‘Could this guy actually be the type to demand freshly brewed Italian coffee beans?’ He seemed genuinely passionate about food to a remarkable degree.
“…Anyway, there are actually a lot of hidden gem restaurants near our company too. But we’re moving to the New Building soon, so it’s a shame. I wanted to pass on all the regular spots I’d discovered!”
“….”
“Oh right, everyone, I heard you’re using the New Building for your dormitory now! Have you tried any restaurants in the area? Any recommendations you could share!”
“…Ah, we mostly use the Company Cafeteria or eat meal-prep boxes for diet management.”
“Really? Ah, that’s too bad. Well, I guess you’re in strict weight management mode right now.”
Jeong Si-u, barely maintaining his grip on sanity amid this dizzying conversation topic, answered on behalf of the group.
Park Woong then sighed genuinely, unable to hide his disappointment. Behind him, Endway’s manager finally pressed his forehead in exasperation at Park Woong’s food talk.
‘Why doesn’t this company have a single normal person?’
He’d thought only Upia was like this, but it seemed Endway didn’t have anyone particularly normal either.
Was it a company culture thing?
With that question in mind, Kang Ha-jin made a mental note to definitely ask Park Woong for that madeleine shop’s name later.
[System Alert: The System laments that even a fixed Chosen Regressor is no match for abnormality….]
[System Alert: (shaking head)]
It was the Production Team who cut off the food and gourmet talk that threatened to continue much longer.
The main Writer, who’d been watching Park Woong cheerfully chatting with his (future) juniors, decided enough talk time had been filled and smoothly interjected to end the conversation.
“Alright, Woong. I think we need to proceed with what we discussed earlier.”
“Oh, yes? Right, yes. Understood.”
‘What we discussed?’
Ha-jin had thought this walking Michelin Guide was just here to offer support, but it seemed he’d been given a mission by the Production Team while he was at it. That’s why he was wearing a microphone.
Park Woong, who’d been spouting meaningless restaurant talk, took water from his manager and lightly cleared his throat.
He removed the hoodie and hat he’d been wearing, did a quick visual check, cleared his voice several times, then clapped sharply—creating his own editing point.
“The reason I’ve come to visit your waiting room like this is because I have something important to convey to you all.”
What the hell, that detachable capitalist vocal tone?
Just moments ago his pronunciation had been slightly slurred and his voice pitched high. But after that clap, Park Woong continued with remarkably crisp articulation and a clear, commanding tone.
You could understand in that single sentence why Park Woong confidently held the position of main rapper even in Endway, which had three rappers.
“You’ve all presumably prepared special effects and stage direction suited to each of your performances through prior coordination with the Production Team, correct?”
“…Yes.”
…Oh no, surely not.
As Park Woong mentioned the stage production with a sly grin, the trainees instinctively sensed something ominous.
Right. We really did lack something while preparing for this stage.
Now, nearly three months into the Survival Program, the trainees were beginning to develop that familiar mindset: “Here we go again with these broadcasting station people.”
‘Still, surely not. Not right before we go on stage, not with just a day left?’
‘Whatever. It’s not like they’re giving us more—taking things away is always easy.’
While the trainees’ minds oscillated between ‘Surely not?’ and ‘Please, surely not,’
Park Woong shattered their hopes with a cheerful smile.
“However, we cannot simply use that stage composition!”
‘These lunatics and their forced resignations…!’
Ha-jin glared at Go Writer from behind, who was hiding her face behind a script. Even if the camera caught it, they’d just slap captions like ‘Here we go again with these broadcasting station people?’ on the shocked trainees anyway, so it didn’t matter.
In fact, Dan Ha-ru, standing right beside him, was staring at Park Woong with the expression of a baby rabbit warrior who’d just had their absolute carrot stolen by a trusted comrade—as if they’d lost everything in the world.
‘So this idiot might actually be the Chosen Regressor. Either way, I need to find that bastard Dol-ja and beat him to a pulp….’
Come to think of it, once I find the Chosen Regressor, what am I supposed to do next?
Ha-jin tilted his head at the sudden question.
But just as he was about to think further, Park Woong’s next line came.
‘Clean up the Quest, and I should probably enter the Unconscious Space soon.’
Recalling this Quest that hinged on offsetting the side effects of entering the Unconscious Space, Ha-jin focused on the filming for now.
‘At best, they’ll probably just have us play some simple mini-game to earn stage production elements. Giving it as a rank privilege is awkward now since half the trainees are already Wings….’
“From now on, you must acquire your stage composition elements through a special mission.”
See? I was right.
They’re about to announce a short mini-mission we can do in the waiting room for about ten minutes. Probably something simple like a ladder game, jacks, or a speed quiz.
Just as I was about to congratulate myself on my variety show PD experience, Park Woong immediately continued.
“Whether you succeed in that mission depends entirely on you, Destiny!”
“…Pardon?”
What on earth have these insane production people prepared for this content…?

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