The Hit Song of This Life Is Revenge - Chapter 79

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The hit song of this life is revenge.
79
On countless cell phone screens, Lee Jae-i remained frozen mid-expression, twisted in anguish.
Some people tapped their displays repeatedly; others shook their devices hard.
But the paused screen would not move.
“It froze on your end too?”
“Huh? Mine as well. This doesn’t seem like a device issue. Is the internet acting up?”
“Mine’s fine. What’s going on?”
Faced with conflicting images, the audience was swallowed by confusion in an instant.
As a massive question mark hung in the air, the stage backdrop blazed white.
When the prepared screen descended to the floor, Lee Jae-i rose from her chair.
Snap.
A single spotlight struck the center of the screen with precision.
As light converged in one place, black text materialized.
[That day, I said nothing at all.]
It took only seconds to read those words.
Yet in the next moment, the audience drew a collective breath.
Just as the text read, Lee Jae-i’s voice spilled from the phones in their hands.
“That day, I said nothing at all.”
The recorded voice was calm, and therefore all the more distinct.
“What…… what is this?”
“Why is this happening?”
People’s eyes were trembling just as much as they were hearing her voice.
And in near unison, every gaze snapped toward center stage.
What they found was a microphone left sitting alone on the chair.
And then, her lips—clenched shut, unmoving.
She stepped forward slowly.
And picked up the microphone that held the room’s unwavering attention.
“Probably.”
Lee Jae-i’s voice cut through the Festival Venue.
“Only those who meet two specific conditions would have experienced that freeze.”
The screen image shifted quietly.
To the audience, this felt oddly foreign.
“Those of you who connected to the server I used during my fan meeting and to the venue’s Wi-Fi.”
A murmur swept through the Festival Venue like a wave.
“Don’t worry. Your devices haven’t been hacked. A kind of sync error occurred when the data collided.”
Those whose phones hadn’t frozen adjusted their cameras more urgently.
To capture even one more second of this vivid moment.
Lee Jae-i scanned the audience—a mixture of confusion and excitement.
“Think of it as a video conference with simultaneous connections, and someone’s screen getting stuck. That’s essentially what happened.”
And she continued in a slightly clearer tone.
“The audio you just heard is not my statement. It’s a fabricated file.”
The moment the sentence ended.
The screen displayed a detailed voice file analysis chart.
“These are not words I actually spoke.”
This scene was already spreading across countless screens.
Park Seong-ho quietly repositioned himself, pressing close behind someone whose screen was still streaming.
└What is this?
└You’re saying someone deliberately did this during the fan meeting too?
└Insane……. This is chilling.
└They were making such a fuss about it anyway. I was quiet in case Lee Jae-i got attacked, but honestly, the romance rumor timing? This was a coordinated hit.
└No…… Lee Jae-i’s so pitiful. Why go this far?
└How can you go this far to kill off a rising rookie?
The heat on the screens burned hotter than the air in the Festival Venue itself.
Park Seong-ho unconsciously tensed his neck.
Then his cell phone in his hand vibrated.
[Do whatever it takes.]
A short, intense message.
From Yoo Young-jae.
Park Seong-ho quietly slipped into the stirring crowd.
Lee Jae-i sensed a shadow moving in the audience to her side.
Her voice grew firmer.
“This is my voice, speaking clearly. I never spoke that word—the one that disappointed the fans.”
Meanwhile, the screen advanced to the next image.
It was the photograph attached to the romance rumor article.
The photo Yoo Young-jae had provided came with a date and location.
That was fortunate.
The thought itself felt predictable.
They must have wanted to emphasize it was before my show appearance.
But this was actually evidence in her favor.
“Please highlight this together.”
A Contract Document appeared beside the photograph.
Beneath it, a line drawn in red marked the contract’s signing date.
The audience’s eyes naturally gravitated toward the emphasized section.
Lee Jae-i pointed to the date simultaneously.
“This was the day I had my audition at Star Entertainment and signed my contract. And that location was where the Festival performance was to be held. It wasn’t a ‘date’ as the article claimed.”
Then she turned her body back to the audience.
“Those who watched the broadcast will remember my interview—that Festival stage held deep significance for me as a performance.”
As she spoke, the shadow’s movement accelerated.
Lee Jae-i paused, breathing more deliberately, then lowered her head.
“For the exhaustion I caused my fans due to someone’s intentions, I apologize sincerely.”
And she slowly straightened.
Her gaze fixed on the moving shadow.
Park Seong-ho continued moving quietly toward the back of the stage.
He stopped where the overhead lighting wouldn’t reach.
Click.
As he turned the door handle, a man emerged from among the tangled equipment, looking his way.
“Oh? You shouldn’t be coming in here?”
Park Seong-ho didn’t flinch, scanning the console equipment.
Having worked as stage production staff multiple times, these tools were familiar to him.
‘Upper left section.’
He quietly confirmed the button’s position and naturally bent forward.
“The vocalist just signaled that she needs the microphone level raised.”
As he stepped further inside, the door slid shut behind him.
When the Festival Venue’s sound muffled, his name was called.
“Park Seong-ho.”
He’d been so focused on scanning equipment that he’d completely missed the presence behind the door.
‘Was I that desperate without realizing it?’
His hand was already reaching for the power button when the movement awkwardly froze.
He calmly turned and bowed.
“Hello, sir.”
He’d encountered all the Star Entertainment staff since arriving.
Yet this man’s face was absent from his memory.
‘When did he arrive.’
It would be possible if it was after the performance started, but even so, his appearance felt strange.
“The matter seemed serious enough that I couldn’t stay away. But did Lee Jae-i ask for the microphone to be raised?”
Since nothing about this situation was ordinary, there was no predicting the range of possibilities.
Park Seong-ho quickly changed his story.
“It seemed like the most crucial moment, so I acted first.”
“Ah. I see.”
A voice without inflection.
The director approached and spread his shoulders as if blocking Park Seong-ho’s path.
“I’ll handle it that way. If you need anything else, just let me know right away.”
Park Seong-ho immediately nodded, then turned.
Staying longer here was something his instincts told him was reckless.
As he opened the door and stepped out, Lee Jae-i’s voice rang louder through the Festival Venue.
“However.”
A legal action warning appeared on the screen.
The concert’s temperature had risen in a completely different direction from its beginning.
Lee Jae-i glimpsed the faint light of the Control Room door opening.
And she completed her final statement.
“Regarding the hurt inflicted upon my fans, I will absolutely offer no leniency.”
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At that same moment.
Baek Song-ha, staring at her cell phone screen, felt her neck stiffen with tension.
“God. That relentless bitch.”
Her fingers moved frantically.
The urge to grab her nail art and tear it off surged first.
But tomorrow was her Comeback day.
Baek Song-ha clenched and unclenched her fists, trying to steady her breathing.
But it was impossible without stopping her breath entirely.
Just as Baek Song-ha was trying to calm her racing heart.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
She thought the noise had stopped, but even the clock’s second hand hammered at her brain.
“Argh!!”
Why. Why exactly.
She wouldn’t die, and every time she’d rear her head back up, bold as ever.
When she heard it was a mini concert, she’d actually laughed bitterly.
No one’s calling on her, so she thrashes about desperately.
Free tickets and performance filming permission. Is she really that desperate for a shred of attention?
Fine. She could have ignored that much.
But the words that stayed sharp in her mind were ‘legal action’.
And Yoo Young-jae’s misdeeds laid bare in such detail—even she was shocked.
So this is how it all unraveled.
Unease sprouted even though she hadn’t ordered any of this.
It felt like anything could explode at this rate.
‘What if Yoo Young-jae gets arrested?’
What happens to her Comeback activities, and what about the promise they made?
Her thoughts spiraled into darker territory.
“Is this blowback coming at me for nothing?”
That was when.
A ringtone pierced through her darkened screen.

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