Godsent Top Star [EN]: Chapter 267

267. A Restless Dream (1)

July 25, 2022

A dream.

Yeon-woo doesn’t dream.

It might sound strange, but it’s true.

He doesn’t dream.

“I had such a restless dream last night; I feel like my luck is terrible today…”

Most people have had this experience.

“I dreamed my house was on fire, and they say that’s a dream of great fortune, so is that why things are going so well today?”

Being swayed by dreams like this.

Whether it’s real or not doesn’t matter.

But for Yeon-woo, this common experience was anything but common.

Because he didn’t dream.

“Wow, what’s wrong with your face? Did you stay up all night watching that thing that came out on Onflix [a fictional streaming service] yesterday?”

Kim Si-hyuk, whose eyes were dark with dark circles, asked.

“No. It’s not that…”

“Eh? Then why do you look so glum? Maybe you didn’t… eat breakfast?”

Kim Si-hyuk asked, then leaned in and asked secretly.

Not eating breakfast was a huge deal to Kim Si-hyuk.

He seriously and earnestly offered to Yeon-woo in a very grave tone.

“I secretly brought a mint chocolate bread in the van… Do you want to eat that? I smuggled it in… If you didn’t eat breakfast, I’ll, I’ll give it to you.”

His voice trembled a little at the end, but Kim Si-hyuk bravely said he would give his food to Yeon-woo.

When Yeon-woo glanced at him, Kim Si-hyuk’s pupils shook even more violently.

“Re, really. Can’t I give up one of those to a friend…? Huh…? Right…? It’s true, I’m serious!”

It seemed more like he was making a vow to himself than talking to Yeon-woo.

As Yeon-woo kept staring at him, he put his hand inside his jacket and took something out.

“It’s a new release this time…”

He said that a friend who had arrived yesterday had bought it for him, thinking of him, and he hadn’t even tasted it yet.

‘It looks like a soboro bread [a sweet bread with a streusel-like topping].’

The soft sky-blue mint-colored cookie part and the large chunks of chocolate chips embedded here and there were slightly pressed, making it look delicious.

Some say that blue makes you lose your appetite, but that wasn’t the case for Yeon-woo.

He was tempted because it was a new release he hadn’t tried yet, but…

‘He’s going to cry.’

Yeon-woo looked at Kim Si-hyuk’s teary eyes.

If he said he would eat it here, the kid would probably cry.

‘I’m not even hungry anyway.’

Kim Si-hyuk is trembling over even a piece of bread because he’s on a hellish diet.

It’s admirable that such a guy is saying he’ll share his food because he’s worried about him.

He was clearly worried about him and trying to share what was most precious to him in his own way.

Yeon-woo was grateful for the thought, but he quietly shook his head.

“You eat it.”

“No. I can trust you with my bread.”

His voice was very determined.

If someone misunderstood, they would think he was trying to give away his entire fortune.

“I’m not hungry. I just couldn’t sleep well.”

“Oh… Is that so?”

“So hide that precious bread before the manager takes it away.”

“Oh. Okay!”

-Current emotional state: worried, joyful

He’s such a simple friend.

Well, that’s Kim Si-hyuk’s charm.

A person who is the same inside and out should always be respected.

“But why suddenly can’t you sleep? Is there something wrong? You were a model citizen.”

That’s right.

Yeon-woo was someone who could fall asleep immediately whenever he needed to.

Some people said it was hard because their life cycle was disrupted irregularly every time they filmed a drama or movie, but.

“Sleep? Isn’t it just something you do when you’re tired?”

Yeon-woo was different.

That was right when he was filming the movie where he was stranded in the remote wilderness overseas, ‘The Most Beautiful Days’.

Yeon-woo was the only one who slept soundly when the staff and actors were anxious about being stranded in the pouring rain and couldn’t sleep.

He was able to get enough sleep by closing his eyes and leaning his back against the cold, damp cave wall.

He certainly had been…

“I had a restless dream.”

“Wow…”

“…?”

“Is there something you’re afraid of, Yeon-woo?”

Yeon-woo was famous for being fearless on set.

This isn’t about the bravado of a young man’s youth or anything like that.

“Isn’t it possible that he’s not afraid of anything?”

“There’s a possibility. When I see him staying alone in the basement of that crazy villa and finding evidence, he’s definitely not a normal person.”

“Does anyone remember the movie that actor K was in before? It’s a bit of an old movie, but it’s a movie by Director Gu…”

“Ah. That one. The movie where K plays a killer? Why suddenly that?”

“That person said that even during murder scenes or chase scenes, there are chase scenes that leave a bad taste in your mouth. Not the fun ones. He said that even after filming, the emotions and thoughts that were transferred remained, making him feel very bad. He even gets goosebumps when he looks in the mirror.”

“I think I’ve heard something similar. That’s why some places hold a small memorial service after filming a creepy scene. Otherwise, the feeling keeps being strange.”

The entertainment industry is strange, but it’s connected to superstition in many ways.

From the superstition that if you see a ghost while working on an album, that album will be a hit.

To holding a memorial service before starting a drama or movie.

Not to mention the celebrities who fall into the path of shamanism.

“Still, it’s a relief that Yeon-woo isn’t afraid. Otherwise, our filming wouldn’t have ended so smoothly. Thinking about it again, I’m really grateful that you changed the role in many ways.”

Kim Sun-woo is the type of murderer who thoroughly hides himself.

That means the actor’s emotions must be controlled extremely sensitively.

That’s how you can properly express the character of Kim Sun-woo.

That is to say.

The actor who plays Kim Sun-woo must act with unconditional composure, no matter what the filming situation, scene, or shot is.

Naturally, that’s a very difficult thing to do.

“If it were another actor, it might have taken twice as long to appease them.”

“Oh, what are you talking about? Think about the NGs [No Good – filming term for mistakes].”

Yeon-woo’s filming was famous for having no NGs.

A miracle happened where even the NGs that existed decreased when it was a scene filmed with Yeon-woo.

“If you think about having to appease and coax them, and the number of NGs increasing exponentially…”

Who would want to make an NG?

However, the more difficult a character is to express.

The more difficult the scene is to film.

Mistakes naturally increase.

Especially if it’s a filming in an environment that anyone would be afraid of.

However, Yeon-woo blew away people’s worries and finished all the filming very neatly.

How else would there have been such a ridiculous thing as the people filming being more afraid than the actors?

Kim Si-hyuk also had that perception.

A reluctant answer popped out to that absurd question.

“…What do you think I am?”

“Oh… I guess? But it seems like it’s the first time I’ve seen you feeling uneasy about something. Wow, it’s amazing to think about it again. You’re worried about having a restless dream. I thought you weren’t afraid of anything!”

What was he thinking about people?

I have a feeling that if I ask here, an irreversible answer will come back.

“But what kind of dream is it? Are you having nightmares or something?”

“No. It’s not that…”

“Then what is it? Did a ghost appear?”

I see ghosts every day even when I’m awake.

“Or do you die? Does a murderer chase you?”

“…I think you’re subtly enjoying this.”

“I’ve been caught.”

Ahem.

Kim Si-hyuk, who cleared his throat, changed the subject.

“No. But I’m worried and curious because you, who were fine even when you had a full schedule for three days in a row, are dying… Is it serious? Should I introduce you to a sleep clinic? Or even a sleeping pill?”

“Thanks, but I’m okay.”

“Well, tell me if you change your mind. It’s not a flaw to go there these days. But it’s amazing, man. You weren’t afraid of murder, but you’re staying up all night because of a dream.”

Kim Si-hyuk wouldn’t know.

That the dreams Yeon-woo has are completely different from ordinary people’s dreams.

‘It would be nice if it could be solved with sleeping pills or a sleep clinic, like you said…’

For Yeon-woo, who doesn’t dream, sleep was just one of the ways to relieve fatigue.

A peaceful and quiet rest where nothing is felt.

That rest had been broken since recently.

The first was the gaze.

A gaze that someone was staring at, unpleasant, sticky, and slimy.

When he saw Lee Gyu-han, who was coming in, turn pale and step back.

Yeon-woo realized for the first time that his expression was distorted.

‘What is it? Why do I feel so bad?’

He was slow to realize it because he had never woken up like this before.

[Multiple automatic lifespan harvests have been completed.]

[Automatically harvested lifespan: 24 days]

[Multiple automatic lifespan harvests have been completed…]

[Automatically harvested…]

His lifespan was increasing every time he opened his eyes, so he should have felt refreshed.

“…Damn it.”

The unpleasant feeling he felt when he woke up didn’t decrease at all.

No.

It became clearer and more unpleasant as the days went by.

‘A gaze…’

As those days repeated for several days, Yeon-woo naturally came to know the cause.

It was none other than his dream.

Yeon-woo, who sleeps like the dead, rarely dreams.

In fact, he often had ‘dreams’ when he was young.

‘I don’t even know if I should call it a dream.’

The boundaries of human consciousness become blurred when sleeping.

Consciousness sinks, the unconscious rises, and vulnerable parts are exposed raw.

It’s a time that evil things really like.

It’s easy to invade the unconscious and manipulate it.

So when he was very young, he was really tired of the visits of dreams, no, evil spirits disguised as dreams.

Thanks to that, he learned how to put up a barrier and sleep.

Wasn’t the president of Min Ye-rin or the executive of Yeon Do-hee’s agency dealt with similarly?

Anyway.

After putting up a strict barrier in his unconscious.

Yeon-woo’s sleep regained its peace.

Except for the times when something rarely, very rarely, whispered beyond that barrier.

That’s more like a revelation than a dream.

Or a prophecy.

Yeon-woo had no intention of packaging this with the ticklish and harmless word ‘dream’.

-A precious god visited you yesterday. Yes. What did that person say?

Each time, his mother, Kang Yeon-hwa, was the first to notice.

The vivid images and messages that appeared through dreams were like clairvoyance that could see a thousand miles away with closed eyes.

“This is driving me crazy.”

Yeon-woo muttered as he got up from the bed.

His low voice was very fierce.

“Why are these things just staring and not saying anything?”

It was a little different from the rare revelations or prophecies he had had so far.

“Is it really just a dog dream [a meaningless dream]…”

It’s absurd for Yeon-woo, who doesn’t dream, but.

Well, it’s the point where a system is created for a normal person and even harvests lifespan.

So what’s so great about having a normal dream now?

“Hoo…”

4:30 AM.

There was still some time left before wake-up time, but Yeon-woo got up from his seat.

He silently put on his clothes, straightened his twisted mouth, and took a bundle of paper.

There is no better way to amplify spiritual power than a talisman [a paper inscribed with magical symbols].

Tuk-tuk.

Yeon-woo put on his sneakers tightly and left the dorm.

And.

[Kieeeek!]

[Kkeuek…!]

[Why…! I didn’t do anything…!]

[Save me, save me…!]

A desperate scream echoed in the quiet dawn.

Of course, it was a scream that only Yeon-woo could hear.

“To ask to be saved when you’re just an evil spirit. Tsk.”

The hand that cuts through the air and snatches is sharp and precise.

There was no such thing as quietly throwing a talisman.

He strode up, took the talisman that had burned down without a spark in his hand, and mercilessly struck the evil spirits lurking darkly.

He grabbed the nape of the neck of the one who ran away and beat him up.

He repaid the one who attacked him twice as much.

Anyone who saw it would think he was a crazy guy dancing alone at dawn, but who cares?

Ashes that had been shattered white melted transparently into the air with every step he took.

“This is what a healthy way to relieve stress is.”

It’s like a tantrum, but whatever.

After all, evil spirits are just evil spirits.

It would be more beneficial to the world for such guys to disappear quietly.

Yeon-woo, who had been suffering from strange dreams for over a week, muttered.

It was a truly refreshing morning after a long time.