The Daughter of a Conglomerate Family Has Debuted - Chapter 312

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I’ll take it.

As soon as I said it in my mind, a notification window appeared saying the reward had been received, then slowly disappeared.

‘Finally!’

I grinned widely with a refreshed feeling from solving the case.

The Seong Bul-do I had longed for so much was finally filled!

So now I!

…will have nightmares again?

“…”

Come to think of it, is this a good thing?

Is it right to be happy about having nightmares again purely out of curiosity about the system and the Unfortunate Idol?

I scratched my neck for no reason.

‘I guess I really was under a lot of stress.’

Seeing how I’m slowly going crazy.

Anyway, the Quest was completed and I received the reward of Seong Bul-do and the Buff Random Box Version 2(?).

What on earth is Version 2?

Reading the description, oh, if the existing buff random box randomly gave buffs from A-grade to D-grade, this was the upgraded version.

It was a version that randomly selected buffs from S-grade to D-grade.

Of course, S-grade comes out with quite a slim probability.

Anyway, since it came from solving the highest level of difficulty and there’s only one random box, let me save it and open it at an important time.

“…Phew.”

I let out a deep sigh.

Relief that one long ordeal was over and worry about what kind of hardships would unfold in the future flowed out simultaneously.

Of course, there would still be sasaengs hiding in front of the building and texts coming from somehow knowing our phone numbers.

The Han River visible outside the window, and cars endlessly passing by in the late night.

After watching them for a long while, I breathed out once more and lay down on the bed.

Good. Mental preparation complete.

Now let’s sleep.

Then I resolutely closed my eyes tight.

Dreams caused by rising Seong Bul-do are strangely realistic and mentally draining, so mental preparation is necessary.

‘If I’m going to have nightmares anyway.’

It would be really nice if this time it’s a dream where I can properly learn the identity of the Unfortunate Idol.

With that thought, I gradually fell asleep.

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My vision was directed toward the floor.

A completely dark space.

I was looking at the floor, but I could tell that the surroundings were bustling.

Everyone was moving busily except for me, who remained still.

And it was noisy.

Thump, thump-. The strangely familiar feeling of a heart beating.

Soon as my vision adapted to the darkness, I could see my hands. I was clenching my fists so tightly that my delicate fingers had turned white.

Next thing I saw were my feet.

I was wearing pink high boots that I wouldn’t normally wear in daily life.

Just from that, I immediately realized where this was and what I was standing here to do.

When I raised my head, I saw the dim faces of members.

And numerous staff moving around.

Looking a bit further, I could see the narrow but bright stage behind the curtain.

This was backstage.

I was a singer waiting to go on stage.

My heart was pounding and my body was completely stiff with tension.

But it was strange.

This should have been the stage I longed for so much, but I wasn’t happy.

I wasn’t excited.

Instead of joy and excitement, what filled my heart was extreme anxiety and fear.

Because of this, even breathing wasn’t easy, so I kept hitting my chest repeatedly with my tightly clenched fists.

Then the members gathered around me.

Faces too dim to see. They gathered together with me to pledge to do well.

At those words, my breathing became rapid once again.

I couldn’t see any of the members’ determination or expressions, and the words they gave me became pressure that settled on my shoulders.

There was also a host on the narrow stage.

The host who had been chattering about something finally called our names.

“Now let me call them once. The protagonists of this debut showcase, none other than…”

At that moment, I woke up from my sleep.

“…Ah.”

A short sigh escaped from my mouth.

The emotion I felt the moment I woke up was regret.

Surprisingly, the dream I had this time was different from the existing nightmares.

There wasn’t the kind of terror that made me want to die right now from depression, waking up with emotions that wouldn’t subside and crying endlessly, or gasping roughly in a daze for a long time.

Whether it was because I’d gotten used to nightmares or because I went to sleep fully prepared, there wasn’t even any lingering feeling.

I just remembered the emotions from within the dream.

The heavy heart and great pressure.

‘They definitely said it was a debut stage…’

The me in the dream, no, she was filled only with fear and tension instead of anticipation and excitement.

Generally speaking, a debut should naturally have joy and excitement from achieving one’s dream, no matter what happens afterward or how nervous one gets.

‘It’s strange.’

But putting aside all that strangeness and doubt, the thought occupying my mind the most right now is.

‘Ah, why did I have to wake up at that timing.’

I mean, so who was the protagonist of the debut showcase!

If I had at least seen the members’ faces properly, I could have used those faces as hints to make deductions.

This someone in the dream was experiencing panic to the level of not being able to hear anyone’s face or voice due to pressure and tension, for whatever reason.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

As if I wouldn’t know that the Unfortunate Idol was from an idol background.

These are facts I could tell just from the name and by combining the various fragmented clues so far, but what am I supposed to do with just seeing the debut showcase part in a dream?

You should have shown me other parts!

‘Tomorrow I should at least try to make an effort to sleep longer, geez…’

Usually dreams caused by Seong Bul-do last for over 2 weeks.

Who knows.

If I overwork my body with practice and activities and sleep longer, maybe I can dream up to the part where the host recites the showcase protagonist’s name.

If I can’t find that out, there’s no point in raising Seong Bul-do by 10%.

“Everyone wake up! You need to wash up quickly and go out. Da-min, wake up the kids.”

“Yes.”

Then I heard Manager Seong Ji-soo’s voice and Han Da-min’s hoarse voice from just waking up.

“Sigh…”

I felt reluctant to get up like this, but I immediately got out of bed and left the room.

Reluctance is reluctance, but work must be done.

“Good morning.”

“Oh, Ji-ye was up first?”

“Of course I set an alarm and slept.”

I spoke jokingly, but actually I woke up before the alarm went off.

However, Han Da-min and Seong Ji-soo gave thumbs up to Ryu Ji-ye’s face and headed off to wake up the other members.

These days, our agency is putting all their effort into taking care of our mental health.

Therefore, even during comeback period, our schedule wasn’t particularly busy and we rarely had to cut back on sleep.

For music shows, we only took schedules that were essential locations after comeback.

We’re sorry to the fans that the long-awaited comeback wasn’t conducted actively, but this promotion period had to proceed that way unavoidably.

Even though fans knew about the assailant intrusion incident during comeback and understood, there’s a limit to everything.

Extreme activities for condition management like before noticeably decreased, and live broadcast frequency was reduced for mental recovery.

Even the fans we met with difficulty could only have brief conversations under strict surveillance, and in the end the culprit was an internal manager.

Regardless of the daily rising chart rankings and streaming numbers, this comeback activity was unsatisfactory to fans in many ways.

So we prepared various things, albeit belatedly.

We can’t reschedule the broadcast schedules we gave up because we didn’t know when the stalker would be caught.

We consulted with the company and decided to prepare plenty of things on our own to soothe the fans’ disappointment.

For example, something like a free mini online concert.

Of course, it’s not something we’re preparing properly and doing in earnest.

It’s just the feeling of a surprise live broadcast mini concert.

In the latter half of our activities, we felt we should show even a small gesture of sincerity to be less sorry to the fans, so we hastily put together a setlist and practiced.

We plan to post a broadcast announcement on SNS this afternoon and turn on the live broadcast this evening.

“It’s been really long since we woke up this early.”

The members started coming out of their rooms one by one.

They still looked sleepy but seemed to be in good spirits.

It was early morning when we were about to leave for rehearsal for this.

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