Save a Failed Idol's Life

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: NicoleTempest

Chapter 240

I wished I could see the opinions of the loyal fans who posted their reactions in real time.

But it was too much work to look up each and every account, and the official account had too many followers to tell them apart.

It would have been better to check the climax or offbeat boards of some specific sites.

Or maybe browse the popular posts on the integrated community. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

If Cheon Ise, who was like a zombie, caused any trouble, the trolls on the integrated community would be the first ones to make a fuss and create trending posts.

‘Please, let there be nothing.’

I logged into Yeonye Talk Talk, hoping to see nothing but offbeat sales posts on the popular list, but to my dismay, the name that had been ‘mine’ until a few days ago was stuck at the bottom of the list.

[Real-time Hot Posts]

Isn’t Cheon Ise’s attitude too harsh? (+79)

‘Ah….’

I wished this expectation could be a little off. The only silver lining was that there weren’t that many comments.

But this was something I didn’t know yet. The controversy would die down in this board after getting the troll verdict, but it would only get worse.

It would become the prey of the aggro coins and the cyber leeches, and it would start to hit the airwaves.

I hoped it wouldn’t go that far. I sighed and clicked on the post.

I sat in front of the computer, watching Cheon Ise’s reputation shake in real time, and racked my brain.

Grrr-.

My stomach clock rang very accurately.

‘I should eat something before I think too hard.’

The money in my pocket had shrunk from 25,000 won to 22,000 won.

It was impossible to survive a week on 22,000 won. It was hard enough to be homeless at this age, let alone without a phone.

But if I jumped into a day labor job that paid daily, they would check my identity for insurance or cost reasons.

And the day labor jobs that didn’t check my identity were too hard for a high school student’s body, and they wouldn’t even hire me.

There was no answer. Should I beg, I muttered to myself, when a place popped into my head.

A place where students of this age could get free meals.

There was… there was one, but.

‘Is it still operating?’

I had no choice but to go and see. Luckily, it wasn’t too far from here.

‘Well… I’m here…’

I cautiously opened the building entrance and stepped inside. A cafeteria that looked like a small cafe or a cafeteria was operating with a somewhat chilly atmosphere.

“Excuse me…”

As I hesitated and caught the attention of the staff, a middle-aged volunteer who looked like she was in her forties greeted me with a bright smile.

“Are you here to eat? You can get a plate from over there. If you want a drink, you can ask at the serving area.”

“Oh, yes…! Thank you.”

I nodded and headed in the direction the volunteer pointed.

‘I never thought I’d get help from the center I made.’

The place I headed to after a brief moment of hesitation was a youth shelter run by the Jo Young Children’s Foundation.

It was a place where homeless teenagers who were vulnerable to crime could study and entrust themselves whenever they wanted. They could stay for a week without any questions.

‘If the stay period exceeds a week, they will check your identity and protect you by connecting you to a long-term shelter…’

But for a week, they literally didn’t ask anything and let me use the dormitory-style accommodation and cafeteria.

‘Well, then I’ve solved the food and lodging problem.’

But how am I supposed to meet Cheon Ise like this? If I fail to persuade him, my revenge as Lim Hyun-seong will also be impossible. My head got more complicated.

If Cheon Ise really ruined his life by sticking to his body… And then he fell back into hell as an idol without success…

And what about my revenge? Is it over with them living happily ever after? At that moment, when my teeth clenched, the system’s guidance came to mind.

[If you proceed with a new special quest, the previous special quest will be temporarily suspended.]

That means… I can interfere with the incidents related to ‘Lim Hyun-seong’ without any restrictions, right?

I hurriedly stuffed the rice I got on the plate into my mouth and got up from my seat and headed to the digital library.

It was called a digital library, but it was actually a computer room for studying online lectures.

‘They have a blocking program to prevent games.’

But the messenger was not a blocked program. I turned on the computer and logged in with the ID I used when I was Lim Hyun-seong.

I was worried that the account would be suspended because the user was reported dead. But fortunately, the account was still alive and I logged in successfully.

‘I did it!’

A list of contacts I had exchanged with while running Jo Young Food came up.

Among them… someone who would support me without being bought by my stepmother and half-sister…

To be honest, I didn’t think there would be many. Everyone had their own way of living, and who would be willing to side with the new owner? I pondered for a while and picked one person and opened a message window.

‘I wish he would believe me even if it sounds absurd.’

I sighed and thought of a more realistic scenario than ‘I died and came back to life for a while.’

Possible continuation:

[Me]

[Please enter the message you want to send.]

[Hey]

[Hey, it’s me]

[Hey, it’s me, Lim Hyun-seong]

[Hey, it’s me, Lim Hyun-seong ←]

[←]

[Please enter the message you want to send.]

I erased the sentence I had briefly written and fell into thought. What if he had already joined their side? He was the type who couldn’t stand working under a stupid and incompetent boss.

He might have quit because of that, but he also had a hard time trusting people. As I hesitated, filled with doubt, the remaining time was quickly running out.

‘Let’s trust his personality and intelligence.’

I made up my mind and sent the message.

[Me] Hello, Mr. Kang. I’m sorry to surprise you. This was the only way to contact you, so I had to use this account. 12:37 PM

This was the introduction.

Then, what was the main point? Well…

[Me] I have something to tell you about Mr. Lim Hyun-seong. His death was not a suicide. I want to talk to you in person. 12:38 PM

This must be a bombshell for a peaceful lunchtime of a salaried worker. I’m sorry. But there aren’t many people who know the truth.

But I made you a decent executive of a big company, so you owe me this much. I decided to be shameless and waited for a reply.

‘Look at it quickly.’

As I anxiously tapped the mouse with my fingertips, time flew by.

1 minute, 3 minutes, 5 minutes… And even after 10 minutes, there was no read confirmation.

Did he send it to spam right away? As I started to feel uneasy, the message was marked as read and a voice call came in.

But I couldn’t answer it because I didn’t have a microphone input device logged in on my PC.

[Me] I’m sorry, but I can’t talk right now. Can we meet and talk? 12:54 PM

This looked even more suspicious. But I had no other choice. He would only believe me after he met me.

I took a breath and waited for Mr. Kang’s answer.