Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: #bridge Content Consultation
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Scenario 1: Lovers
Grade:Flop
Influence:0
Reputation:-47
Reviews:
• Unprepared writer's unprepared scenario
• Total disaster
• Work I want to erase from my mind
• Work so ruined it should never see the light of day
Points:0
[Next work Immersion -20%]
[Next work Discomfort +20%]
Cooldown:22h 48m
The text staring back at him was so wretched he could barely bring himself to keep his eyes open.
"......As expected......"
What followed was the cooldown timer.
Cooldown:22h 48m
The cooldown timer sat right at the bottom of the review section.
He got it right away.
"Cooldown, huh......"
And it seemed to apply in real-time, proportional 1:1 to the time spent in the Scenario Book.
"What about points, though."
There were still some unknowns, but no changing the fact that it was a flop.
"Where the hell do Influence and Reputation even go?"
And those reviews? Enough to make his blood boil.
"Come on, at least tell me how the abilities work before starting, damn it......"
He grumbled out of frustration, but even this was an insanely cheat-level power.
The ability to make someone act exactly as he wrote.
A grin crept across his lips.
"Might as well buckle down and do this right."
Before closing the Scenario Book, he flipped to the front page.
Immersion:12%
Discomfort:99%
Dizzying at first sight.
"Whoa, shit...... That was close."
He let out a sigh of relief, folded the book, and slipped it into his bag.
Immersion:8%
Discomfort:98%
Time passed, and the numbers were slowly dropping.
He balanced a pen on his upper lip, pondering what scenario to craft next.
"Something generic probably won't cut it......"
But otherworldly adventures or sea voyages? Way too outlandish.
No way he could actually go to places like that right now anyway.
"So, it needs plausibility and realism......"
To minimize Discomfort, he needed a realistic story that could be shot on a low budget.
"Sigh."
This was the most headache-inducing moment in his carefree life.
Clap clap!
Kim Woohyun burst in from the door, clapping.
"Hey, guys~, meeting time~."
He beckoned Nam Siu and U Dayoung over.
As they sat at the wide table, he glanced at U Dayoung, but she said nothing unusual.
Just like always.
"So it only affects them during the work......"
Seemed like they snapped back to normal once it ended. Kim Woohyun too.
"Huh? What'd you say?"
U Dayoung caught his mutter.
He waved it off with a casual gesture that it was nothing, then rested his hands on the table, gazing at Kim Woohyun.
"Alright~, so what's our first meeting about, CEO?"
"Haha, CEO makes me a bit shy."
Kim Woohyun blushed, pulling a binder from his bag.
"First off, take a look at this...... Hold on......"
He handed out sheets from the binder to Nam Siu and U Dayoung.
"You know those streamers from the old company? Renewed with them. Not them—with us."
"Oh."
"Same editing style should work. They're so grateful for our edits, we even upped the pay on renewal."
Editing was their bread and butter, so clients were key.
Kim Woohyun flipped the first page and continued.
"Next, a YouTuber—you know the name?"
"Yeah, from the old company."
"Right, she's outsourcing editing to us too. You know the Filming Team guys?"
The Filming Team's name. Not super tight, but they knew each other, shared drinks now and then.
"They recommended us, so we're on it."
"Nice."
Business was picking up—then he paused.
"Wait...... I'm the only editor here. Am I handling all this solo?"
They both stared at him.
"Why the looks? This is exploitation, man."
"I gotta head to Seoul for a while...... Got stuff to handle, tax accountant meetings...... Too much on my plate. Sorry, Siu."
"Aigoo...... I'm gonna die."
Editing footage for multiple people solo? Overtime hell ahead.
Kim Woohyun turned to U Dayoung.
"Dayoung, just help Siu with audio editing."
"Sure~, no fun without you anyway."
U Dayoung pouted.
Knowing the taste of those lips made his groin twitch.
He leaned back, forcing pure thoughts. No solid scenario yet—he couldn't act.
"We can start right away."
Kim Woohyun wrapped up and stood, then remembered something.
"Siu, messed up your account number on the contract. Fix it and leave it on my desk."
"Got it."
"Once we're sorted, let's set up the studio in the corner. Got gloves too."
Propping his chin, Nam Siu watched Kim Woohyun's eyes sparkle with sharp intelligence.
Not from the sunlight streaming in or the bright ceiling LEDs.
He was genuinely passionate about this work.
A quick glance sideways at U Dayoung.
She gazed at passionate Kim Woohyun with eyes full of love.
"Showing off right in front of a single guy."
Kim Woohyun flushed, embarrassed.
"Seven years together and still shy."
"Siu~, cut the teasing~. Woohyun's embarrassed."
"Blech......"
He fake-gagged; she glared like a chickadee.
That expression felt more familiar to him.
"Anyway, got it~. Lunch plans?"
Kim Woohyun checked his watch, looking troubled.
"Got work—have to head out. Back before quitting time, probably."
Made sense: unfinished setup, new clients to chase—busy feet.
"If it goes well, bonus me fat."
"Obviously, don't worry."
"Nah, not bonus—hire more staff with that cash. I'll drop dead alone."
"Haha, sorry. Will do."
Meeting over; back to seats for assigned tasks.
Tap tap tap.
Finding edit points in long videos and crafting shorts was grueling.
Needle-in-a-haystack highlights from hours of footage.
"Yawn."
Speed playback: chat spikes, big streamer reactions—cut those.
"Sigh......"
No breaks; U Dayoung draped over the partition like a puppy, peering at him.
"......?"
He eyed her haggardly.
"What? Why. Not working?"
"Mine's done. Just audio tweaks and tweaks."
She pointed at the clock on his monitor.
"Lunchtime, food time."
"Only thing you track is meals."
Grabbed his phone, followed her excited exit—then pinched her side.
Nice handful of flesh.
Not fat. Slim waist, just that cute love handle every woman had.
"Gotta lose a bit. Nice to have some, but."
"Hey! Shithead!"
Even with Woohyun around, these jabs were routine—no big reaction.
Proof of closeness.
"Woohyun~."
"Woohyun's out on errands. To Seoul."
"Damn, snitching to Woohyun for real."
"Hehe."
U Dayoung guarded her waist, glaring.
"You little punk, gonna kill you~!"
"Tch, not scared. What to eat?"
Her face flipped to pondering.
"Hmm~. Kalguksu up front, kongguksu next door, even milmyeon. Pick?"
"Sigh, Dayoung, is your head full of noodles?"
"Nah, full of Woohyun."
"......Why am I the pissed one. Just the closest—hot as hell."
At the restaurant, ordered two cold milmyeon and water mandoo; checked phone waiting.
U Dayoung tapped his wrist with her cup.
"......?"
Food? Kitchen check—nope.
"What."
"Hey, Siu."
"Yeah?"
Bad vibe. Serious face like she might spill yesterday—heart raced.
What if caught?
Police station?
Life over?
"......Woohyun's swamped with work. So...... Instead of waiting, wanna make content ourselves?"