Idol Revive: If I Don't Debut, I'll Disappear
Chapter 51: Open Broadcast 1st Round (1)

Chapter 51: Open Broadcast 1st Round (1)

Sigh...

’Too tired...’

Everything had turned out for nothing. His life was for nothing, his grades for nothing. Nothing’s working out at all!

After seeing his grade on the university portal, everything felt like it had crumbled into ruins.

That shitty professor ruined it all... His boss ruined it all. That thesis ruined it all.

Being a working student wasn’t that easy, and yet, he had to deal with a thesis on top of it.

Because of his boss’s recent demands, his schedule had been packed, leaving him no time to work on his thesis. As a result, he failed to finish it on time.

How could he endure another semester of this? No, he couldn’t and he also didn’t want to.

Maybe he should just stop this nonsense. After all, a degree wouldn’t even guarantee him a high-paying job in this godforsaken place. Might as well just keep working and remain a service slave.

’But I also don’t want to work like this anymore.’

He was getting tired of always having to bow down, silently enduring and holding back the negative emotions. Repeatedly coming to work like a never-ending loop. It’s so tiring, but he had to, if he didn’t want to starve to death.

’At least give me something a bit more interesting in life.’

As if heaven had heard his grumblings, a piece of paper landed on his feet while he was walking. Annoyed, he tried to kick it away, but the stupid paper stuck to his shoe, so he frustratedly bent down to pry it off of him.

The piece of paper was a poster of an advertisment for a concert or something. It had an image of a warm, bright stage. Below, there was a single line of text.

[Tired? Come and watch Idol:Revive]

’So, it’s just a stupid advertisement...’

Who cares about watching some concert? He had to get to work.

He crumpled the poster into a ball, ready to throw it into a trash can. But as he straightened his back, he realized he was no longer in a familiar place.

The man blinked his eyes repeatedly. Wasn’t he just on his way to work?

’Where the hell am I?’

More people appeared in the corridor of the 5th floor of Flower Garden agency’s building, including the man, who had somehow been transported to this place.

For the first performance of the open broadcast of Idol:Revive, the PR department posted an online announcement calling for registrations to attend its live onsite viewing. However, to minimize biased voting for popular participants, some random people were also pulled in.

One of these people was Ivan, who had been on his way to his evening work. As for the trick on how they were brought here, it was Plotter’s secret.

"Please line up," several staff members instructed as they guided the people into the broadcast studio.

Meanwhile, Ivan was still puzzled. Strangely though, he didn’t feel any sense of panic, as though he was somewhat tranquilized.

’Am I dreaming? But the details are too clear to say that this was a dream...’

Despite the bizarreness of the situation, Ivan still followed them. Each audience member was given a black device and informed on how to use it.

Inside the studio, the large audience area in front of a wide stage was soon filled with people showing various range of emotions. Some looked bewildered, others were deeply confused, and a few appeared excited, holding makeshift banners with Korean letters.

’Wait, am I in Korea?’

Still confused if this was reality or a dream, Ivan glanced around to find someone to ask and noticed two female students. Based on their actions, they seemed clearly aware of what was happening. They were one of the few whose faces were written with excitement and was holding a banner.

If he wasn’t in a dream, he might be in a foreign country, so Ivan didn’t speak on his native language. Instead, he tried using English, hoping they would understand.

"Umh, can I ask you something?"

The two girls immediately turned to him with questioning eyes. "Yes?"

To his surprise, the two female students responded, their words sounding like in his native language, making him even more confused of reality.

"What’s this place?" Ivan asked again.

They tilted their heads in confusion. "It’s Flower Garden."

’What flower garden? There are no plants here.’

Before he could ask another question, the lights dimmed, blanketing the whole area in darkness. Sensing the start of the program, the two students squealed in excitement.

"It’s here! It’s starting!"

’What’s starting?’

A spotlight lit up a corner of the stage. Suddenly, a woman in red high-heels stepped into the light and walked to the center. Ivan clearly recognized this woman, his eyes almost bulging out.

"Yeon Miwol?" he blurted along with the other audience members.

Even those who registered to come here were shocked since the episode which Yeon Miwol had first appeared still hadn’t aired.

She’s beautiful in person.

’Wait. Why am I dreaming of Yeon Miwol? I’m not even her fan!’

Is this really a dream?

Ivan pinched himself to determine.

"Aww!" He flinched in pain.

’I’m not dreaming? So what the hell was happening?’

"Good evening, I am Yeon Miwol."

Ivan became even more bewildered. He had already determined this wasn’t a dream, but how did Yeon Miwol speak in his native language?

"Welcome to the first round of Idol:Revive," Yeon Miwol added.

The audience members aware of the situation cheered, including the two female students.

"Idol revive?" Ivan muttered to himself.

He recalled his encounter on the street when he found that dubious advertisement poster and read that familiar string of words on it. But how was he suddenly transported here?

Although the situation seemed so ridiculous, all Ivan felt was calmness.

’Was I drugged?’

"For the first round, there will be five groups performing. Please vote for the group you think performed the best. Your votes will be added to their debut points," Yeon Miwol explained.

Ivan calmly listened to her words while holding the black device in his hand.

When Yeon Miwol finished explaining, she descended from the stage. Once again, the lights dimmed and the students squealed in excitement.

Since Ivan was near the stage, he could vaguely make out six shadows entering, but because it was too dark, he couldn’t see them clearly.

"First performance, Team Resurrect Me," Yeon Miwol introduced them as the stage lights performed a sequence of motions to indicate the beginning of the upcoming stage.

The entire studio went silent.

Before the music started, Ivan and the female students near him heard simultaneous whispers coming from the group onstage, accompanied by a gesture like a prayer.

"I’m a ninja..."

’Ninjas?’

Ivan’s brain lagged for a moment before correcting the gesture in his mind. Before, it looked like they were praying, but because of what he heard, it gradually transformed into a ninja seal.