Chapter 144
Chapter 144
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 144
Chapter Title: To the Deserted Island!
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Spring Breeze had been waiting endlessly in her solo waiting room.
The TV inside was broadcasting the stage live, and atop it, a single girl ascended slowly, as if holding a peach in her mouth.
"Ha, Han Ga-eul!"
Spring Breeze shot up from her seat without realizing it, her teeth grinding automatically.
That crazy bitch who interfered with everything she did.
What the hell was she even? Even the guys claiming to be her fans were collectively insane.
Ever since that incident, no matter what broadcast she appeared on, Han Ga-eul's fans swarmed in groups, spewing all sorts of crap.
She'd finally had enough and raised hell with her agency, begging them to do something.
Thanks to that, the agency's legal team jumped in, but they couldn't even catch a single tail—let alone file a lawsuit.
Even the experts were left speechless by their skill at twisting words.
They pulled out every ambiguous phrase imaginable and turned it against her, to the point where just reading their comments made her head spin.
"Aaaagh! You filthy bitch! Do you know how I got this far?!"
Spring Breeze, screaming her lungs out, was a singer who'd achieved massive success at a young age, wielding tremendous influence.
Where there are people, rot inevitably follows, and her giant agency was even more rotten than she'd imagined.
Still, believing that pushing through the filth would lead to sunshine, she'd endured every humiliation and clawed her way here.
"But... but! What the hell does that bitch have?!"
Her so-called fans were crazy, and that pink-haired bitch was even crazier.
Smoking cigarettes like a chimney and hurling abuse at fans.
Cigarettes? If even a whiff clung to her clothes, every dispatch reporter would swarm her.
Spring Breeze raged until she wore herself out, then stared blankly at the TV.
At some point, her most hated color in the world had become pink.
A woman with that vulgar pink hair, dressed in hanbok, took the stage and began to sing.
Spring Breeze needed to know why.
Why she was loved so much.
What made her hog all that affection.
Spring Breeze bolted out of the waiting room.
—Click! Click! Click!
She didn't notice her high heels snapping or the pain shooting through her ankle.
She just ran because she had to know the reason.
Racing down the path behind the stage to the audience's rear, Han Ga-eul's voice reached her.
"Shall I draw your portrait with tears of rotten soy sauce—" Han Ga-eul was belting out something that blurred the line between recitation and song.
Looking around, the audience was streaming tears like chicken droppings.
'What the hell is that...'
Standing there dazed, the song burrowed into her ears.
Han Ga-eul on stage was furious.
Despairing.
Slowly waving her hands, even mixing in a dance.
Han Ga-eul was crying too.
It was a truly heavenly voice.
Just listening made her ears feel blissfully happy.
Spring Breeze had undergone top-tier training.
Even among trainers, no one conveyed emotion like that.
It was beyond the heavens.
She couldn't even dream of imitating it.
If there were celestial nymphs, they'd sound like that.
As the song ended, she smiled brightly with her flushed face.
A smile pure without a single flaw. An unfeigned, radiant smile.
The audience went wild at the sight.
It was different from the smile she flashed at the camera.
No, wrong.
Different from the emotion she directed at fans.
No, wrong.
"I... I can do it too..."
If someone with nothing but internet streams could do it, why couldn't she?
'I can do it.'
Spring Breeze hooked her finger to her lip corner and forced a smile.
'I can do it.'
—Waaaaah!!
Spring Breeze jolted from her thoughts.
—Encore! Encore!
"Oh my, an encore?" —Encore!! Encore!!
"I don't have anything prepared. Hold on a sec." Han Ga-eul went to the side of the stage, chatted with a staff member, nodded, and returned.
"Ready!?" —Waaaaah!!
Han Ga-eul on stage signaled the staff, and music flowed out.
A cute, bouncy melody.
A tune that sounded familiar from somewhere.
"Mountain bunny, bunny, where are you going~♪" 'She's gonna sing that? On stage??'
Spring Breeze watching from behind had her eyes bulging out.
'Is she insane...?'
This wasn't some casual performance—cameras were rolling.
Any moment now, sparks would fly from the audience's eyes.
Audiences are the coldest critics.
But things unfolded completely opposite to Spring Breeze's expectations.
The audience's heads began bobbing up and down slightly.
Wondering what was up, she looked at the stage—Han Ga-eul was bobbing too.
"H-Her head's bobbing."
She muttered aloud without realizing, but no one paid attention.
"Kang-chung kang-chung hopping, where are you going~♡" They were rocking out.
'Y-You seductive bitch!'
Bouncing around.
'I... I can do it too.'
"Ah, for real, that's it. See you next time. Bye-bye~" That absurd closing line should've soured the audience's faces for sure.
There were rules to stage etiquette, after all.
—Waaah! Bye-bye!
'Fuck, bye-bye? They're not kids—what the hell is bye-bye?!'
Was being casually blunt all it took?
Spring Breeze's mind was a total mess.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 📰 Breaking News Purple Dispatch Reporter Kang Him-chan ([email protected]) Popular singer Spring Breeze appeared on the street with a cigarette in her mouth. Shaking her chest at the swarming fans while smoking, the fans couldn't hide their confusion... Fans say it was a serene shake without a waver... Revealed to be a vitamin stick, not a cigarette—controversy erupts... "What the hell is this? Is she retarded?"
— ⚔️ LMAOOOOO — ⚔️ HILARIOUS AF LOLOLOL A staffer asked her to check the Cosmos satellite internet speed, so she clicked a random article. It was about Spring Breeze acting weird.
"Guys, any lag or buffering?"
— ⚔️ SUPER SMOOTH — ⚔️ PERFECT "Solid performance."
— ⚔️ FR LOL Sitting on the bow, gazing out, the ship was plowing through waves, forging ahead.
When she first boarded, she'd asked why the ship was so huge. They said it carried over a thousand people.
She'd expected maybe a hundred—way too many participants.
— ⚔️ WE'RE JUST WATCHING FROM THE ROOM, YOU OK CAPTAIN? "You guys make it fine."
— ⚔️ SAYING IT SO SEDUCTIVELY AGAIN — ⚔️ LOLOLOL The blue sea stretched endlessly.
No matter how far they went, nothing but ocean.
Without real viewers, she'd have died of boredom.
"Still a full day to go."
— ⚔️ LOL BEEN ON A WHOLE DAY AND STILL ONE LEFT — ⚔️ I'D HAVE QUIT ALREADY They were supposed to start from Ecuador, but due to poor security, they departed from the opposite side, causing this mess.
"We depart from Papua New Guinea, pass through Brisbane, Australia, disembark in New Caledonia, then sail another 3,000 kilometers."
Yesterday's staff remark had everyone in an uproar.
Couldn't they take a shorter route?
With protests nonstop, the staff sweated bullets explaining.
Moving so many across borders at once was tough, plus maritime disputes. After the full explanation, everyone accepted it reluctantly.
—Crackle, crackle.
"Hoo— noisy."
Almost everyone on the ship was male.
A few women dotted around, but nearly wiped out.
Hence, the endless problems.
Hauling vigorous young men for days, now cooped up all day on the ship.
They'd all passed fitness tests—strong guys—so even rowdier.
"You guys sick of the sea view too? Pretty stuff gets old after a couple times."
— ⚔️ NAH? WE'RE HAPPY JUST STARING AT CAPTAIN'S FACE? — ⚔️ FR LOL — ⚔️ PURE GOLD — ⚔️ NICE SITTING IN MY ROOM TRAVELING THE WORLD "Hoo— glad to hear it."
Baekseol, true to her water-affinity rabbit nature, seemed to love the sea endlessly.
Around now would be nap time, yet she stared at the ocean without end.
Couldn't fathom what was so fun about the white foam from crashing waves.
"Amazing?"
"Yeah."
"You've seen it plenty at the onboard parties."
"High!"
"Couldn't see 'cause the ship's too high up, huh."
"Yeah!"
Smoking on the open ocean hit different.
"Hey, staff!"
Chaos nearby again.
Incidents were one thing at first, but now just tiresome.
What sin did the cleanup staff commit?
Exhaling smoke, she glanced back—a man was dragging a staffer toward her.
Muscles everywhere—even Cheol would yield.
Why always that tank top?
"Look at that!"
"Mr. Paul. Let go and talk."
"No, just look at her? Is this allowed?"
The musclehead's finger pointed at her.
"Me?"
"Pets allowed? Wasn't mentioned. Why top your head with emergency rations..."
Thwack—!
Crunch!
"Guhk!"
"What?"
Kicking off the deck, her foot slammed his knee, faces close.
Crack... crack!
"Gaaaaahk!"
"What?"
Twisting his neck, veins bulged.
Craaack!
"Gaaaaahk! Gaaaaahk!"
"You fucking punk, speak."
Paul, who looked full of words, just flailed grabbing her wrist.
Nothing to say, huh.
— ⚔️ TEACHER IF YOU CHOKE THE THROAT LIKE THAT NO ONE CAN TALK... — ⚔️ DAMN SUBDUING THAT BEAST Craaack!
His eyes' whites grew, eyeballs bulging.
"W-Wait! Hold on!"
"What."
Staff rushed over, face pale.
"Grrrrr...!"
"Kyaaah! You'll kill him, please!"
"I'll just kill him then."
Staff's face blanched at her words.
"P-Penalties! Let go!"
"Only penalties? Life's cheap as hell. I'll just kill him."
Craaack!
"Krrrrr...!"
"Only I touch my babies."
— ⚔️ KYYAAAAH CAPTAIN CAUSING TROUBLE AGAIN!!! — ⚔️ SUP—ER SSSSSUPER!!!