I’m Debuting With The Bias I Killed - Chapter 6

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Episode 6
When I came home, darkness had already fallen beyond the window.
My body sagged after weathering an unfamiliar day. I kicked off my shoes haphazardly and tossed my bag onto the sofa.
“What? You’re wearing makeup?”
My sister, who’d been leaning against the sofa, lifted her head sharply.
“Yeah. Did a Profile Shoot today.”
“Crazy. I’ve never seen your face like this before.”
Any other day she would’ve bombarded me with complaints about being late, but today she seemed more fascinated by the makeup itself.
“Cleanse it thoroughly before bed. You’ll break out.”
“Really? Can’t I just wash it off with soap?”
“Of course you can’t. God, how did I end up with someone like you trying to be an Idol?”
Ah, I walked right into that one.
And so began a twenty-minute cleansing lesson.
“This is Eye Remover and this is Cleansing Oil. There’s an order to it, understand? An order.”
“Come on, what kind of face-washing needs an order—”
“Shut up and just memorize it.”
Eventually I reached a state of gently rubbing with my pinky finger.
‘…Being an Idol really isn’t easy.’
“At this rate, I’ll be up all night just washing my face.”
“This kid doesn’t even know to fear the broadcast camera. Your skin flips out, and no matter how handsome you are, it’s useless.”
I was utterly exhausted after just finishing the cleanse.
I wanted to collapse into bed right then, but I had to pack first for dorm life.
Thanks to the preparations I’d made bit by bit since returning, it went quickly.
‘Past-self, thank you.’
I tucked in the cosmetics my sister had sorted and packed for me, then threw myself onto the bed—my face already covered in a Sleep Pack at her insistence.
My eyes wanted to close, but my mind stayed oddly sharp.
The whole day had passed like a panorama.
The makeover, my first time with makeup, Lee Yul’s new hair. The Profile Shoot and my own face captured on camera.
“…Heh.”
A short laugh escaped me.
Just then, numbers flickered at the edge of my vision.
“SP….”
Points that had accumulated all day long. Especially that number that had spiked during the shoot.
But the problem was—
“Where the hell am I supposed to use this?”
It was good to see interest accumulating in real time, but if the points just kept piling up with no way to use them, there was no point at all.
That moment, the Status Window responded.
[S: SP stands for ‘Spotlight Point’.]
[S: It is a point derived from the ‘interest’ of others.]
[S: Accumulated SP can be converted into items.]
Brief, but the core information was all there.
“Items?”
My drowsiness vanished in an instant.
A new window appeared almost before the words finished leaving my mouth.
[※Item Creation Available]
Below it floated a blank form.
▶Item Name: _______
▶Effect: _______
“Yes!”
I sat up immediately.
The official Survival Show filming starts tomorrow. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
My mind raced.
‘First, what I need most is—’
There was no need to deliberate.
“Dance really well.”
The Status Window turned red.
[※Creation Failed – Conditions Not Met]
I furrowed my brow.
“What? What’s the problem? Then, Choreography Master?”
Another red warning appeared.
[※Generation Failed – Condition Not Met]
[S: Items must have effects that are intuitive from the name alone.]
Another condition had attached itself.
“Copy of Kang Se-jun’s Dance Skills.”
[※Generation Failed – Condition Not Met]
[S: Only items the user genuinely needs can be generated.]
And there was yet another.
“Wait, I actually need all of these right now, don’t I?”
[S: …….]
“Master of the Camera.”
Failed.
“Born to Be an Idol.”
Failed.
Despite grinding through the embarrassment of naming them, nothing succeeded.
Whether by good fortune or bad, there seemed to be no limit on the number of failures. After that, dozens more rejections piled up.
“……You’re joking.”
Already exhausted to death, and now nothing but rejections—frustration clawed at my chest. I flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“What the hell do you want from me?”
The Status Window wouldn’t respond anymore. It wanted me to find the answer myself.
My thoughts grew hazier, my eyelids heavier.
“Huh, way more finicky than I thought.”
The SP number still flickered dimly on the screen.
It was clearly points given to me, but I couldn’t spend them—
‘How infuriating.’
I tried a few more times, but sleep won out.
……I’d figure it out tomorrow.
Then consciousness slipped away.
* * *
From morning on, a strange tension hung in the Practice Room.
The moment we stepped through the door, what caught my eye were cameras mounted all over the space.
Beside the entrance, above the mirror, in every corner—black lenses like watching eyes kept us under surveillance.
“……Wow.”
Someone swallowed quietly.
People smoothed their hair unconsciously, adjusted their posture, glanced at the mirror. Everyone was acutely aware of the first shoot in their own way.
This was the real beginning now.
The moment we stopped being trainees and became “cast members.”
The door swung open and broadcast staff filed in first, setting up microphones, lights, camera positions with practiced efficiency.
And finally—
“Is everything ready?”
A bright voice accompanied a tall man who walked into the center of the Practice Room.
“Oh my god.”
“You’re kidding.”
“This is real?”
The trainees nearly leapt to their feet as one—part reflex, part reverence.
“Nice to meet you all. I’m Kang Se-jun, the MC for Boys Code.”
He smiled with ease, looking us over. But the trainees’ reactions were the opposite.
Kang Se-jun—the leader of the five-member boy group Nexti and a current-generation idol who’d recently wrapped a successful solo career. Over a decade since debut, yet still maintaining top-tier popularity.
With the unexpected arrival of such a heavyweight, nobody cared about cameras anymore. All eyes were fixed on him, a mixture of nervousness and excitement etched into every face.
‘Not surprising, really.’
He was the person who’d driven early buzz for Boys Code. That man who’d appeared out of loyalty to Song In-hyeok had gone on to nail his MC debut through this program.
‘He was the star of the song I wrote, too.’
It was an odd feeling. Here I was, meeting the same person again in a situation completely different from before regression.
“Finally, our first shoot.”
Kang Se-jun lifted a cue card lightly.
“Everyone’s excited, right?”
Awkward laughter rippled through the room.
Kang Se-jun nodded as if he understood perfectly, then continued.
“So, what’s the first thing you want to show the public?”
Answers tumbled out from here and there.
“A profile shot?”
“Isn’t it an interview?”
“Your first performance?”
Once a few answers came through, Kang Se-jun shook his head.
“No.”
A brief silence. Through the tension, he opened his mouth.
“It’s the Signal Song.”
That single word shifted the entire atmosphere.
The Signal Song—the face of the Survival Show, the stage where the public would first encounter the trainees.
At Kang Se-jun’s gesture, a screen descended in front of the Practice Room.
Boom, boom. As the low beat sounded, text appeared on the screen.
『BOYS CODE — SIGNAL SONG』
The eyes of the trainees reflected in the mirror glimmered. Of course they were excited—this was the stage where they’d make their first impression on the public.
But I knew better. This thrill wouldn’t last long.
[Boy’s Code (Prod. Lowkey)]
-A hip-hop EDM Signal Song capturing the journey of boys unlocking the unknown code of debut.
The song introduction passed quickly, and the sound cut in.
[Boom!]
Gasps erupted from all directions at the opening.
“Wow…….”
“Insane…….”
Sirens, footsteps, rhythms interlocking like machinery.
It was an intensity that seized the ear.
[Crashed into this space
Before our eyes
A mysterious system
Warning
Tell me how to escape]
The melody was simple, but it had a strong hook. I almost found myself humming along without thinking.
Most Idol Survival Signal Songs went for a refreshing concept. It was the easiest way to bring out the inherent freshness of the trainees.
‘Easy pickings.’
But Nix Entertainment had put some thought into it.
To differentiate themselves from the flood of Idol Survivals, they’d chosen intensity over refreshment. Lowkey was also a producer famous for powerful male idol tracks.
Reactions right after release were sharply divided.
Some found it fresh, others found it familiar.
As a trainee survival, it was fresh; but as a male idol concept, it was typical.
But there was one thing everyone agreed on.
The song was genuinely good.
[Keep on moving
Never stop
Break it
Open this door
The only code
Boy’s code]
It was a Killing Part that had received massive love for its liberating high note.
“Incredible…….”
“I’m supposed to sing this?”
The admiration was short-lived.
“How am I supposed to pull this off?”
“We’re doomed…….”
Reality came crashing down immediately.
‘I can’t panic already—’
The ending was a wistful piano melody. They’d probably get close-ups of each person here. This was the section where you had to appeal to them, betting your life on it.
Just three minutes. But it left a powerful first impression.
“Next, we’ll show you the Choreography video.”
[Choreography by Euphoria]
Just seeing this pairing made it clear how much Nix was betting everything on this Survival. At this time, Euphoria was a Choreography team so successful that every routine they produced sparked viral challenges.
It was a miracle Signal Song created by mobilizing every connection the two rookie executives possessed.
“Euphoria? The Choreography team where Jacob works?”
“That’s incredible…….”
“Is that even possible?”
Anticipation climbed even higher.
“……What?”
“What, there’s so much of it?”
But that hope shattered in exactly ten seconds.
“Ah, hold on.”
It was because of the choreography packed so densely that there wasn’t a single second’s rest.
Strictly speaking, there were no particularly difficult movements, but the problem was that every single beat was filled in.
In short, it was the kind of choreography that would kill a person.
“The tempo is really fast.”
“Wow…… this isn’t going to be easy?”
Even through the video, you could hear the dancers’ ragged breathing. Someone muttered in the silence.
“……Are they telling us to dance ourselves to death?”
A fair assessment.
Kang Se-jun, surveying the blank faces of the trainees, clapped lightly.
“The song is really good, don’t you think?”
“Yes!”
But the knockout came immediately after.
“You’ve been given exactly three days.”
“In three days, we go straight into the Signal Song shoot.”
“Shi…….”
With the trainee’s sigh—a curse desperately swallowed back—roughly five seconds of silence fell over the room.
I just watched them quietly.
I was standing inside the very scene I’d only ever seen on broadcast.
‘This is really…….’
It felt far stranger than I’d imagined.
I Killed My Favorite and Now We’re Debuting (Serialized)
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