Godsent Top Star [EN]: Chapter 270

270. Really Going? (2)

July 28, 2022

‘Aren’t you tired of it?’

That damn dream.

That wretched dream.

Various descriptions formed and disappeared in his mind.

It was obvious, but Yeon-woo, who was repeatedly having the dream, was quite tired of it.

Beating up passing *japgwi* [miscellaneous spirits] as a way to vent his anger was only fun once or twice.

‘No.’

Actually, it was quite fun.

It was much more dynamic and fun than standing still, burning, and *nallineun* [flying] charms.

It felt like he had found his aptitude in an unexpected place.

It was just that he was a little conscious of the eyes of passersby.

The elders around here,

“Exercising from the morning? You’re healthy.”

That’s all they said as they passed by.

If someone had taken a picture, it might have captured a rather comical scene.

But fortunately, Yeon-woo didn’t have any *sasaeng* fans [overly obsessive fans who invade the privacy of celebrities] who would secretly take pictures of him.

That was true, as Kwon Seong-hyun had personally confirmed it.

Woo Do-gyeom’s side also contacted him periodically to say that there was no one digging into his past.

“Yeon-woo! Look over here once!”

“Where are you going today, Yeon-woo?”

In the beginning, there were quite a few people who followed him around like this.

Active and outgoing fans who shouted like this openly.

Or.

*Chwachwachwachwachwat!* [Sound of camera shutter]

There were also shy fans who hid and only pointed their cameras without saying a word.

However, at some point.

As if someone had ordered them to, they all disappeared cleanly.

“……I’ve never seen *sasaengs* fall off like this in my life.”

Lee Gyu-han, his manager, muttered that one day after seeing the phenomenon.

He even looked at Yeon-woo with the eyes of someone looking at a very bizarre creature.

“Do you hate *sasaengs* that much?”

“Pardon?”

“No, why…… the fans who were waiting every time we came out. Do you remember?”

“Yes.”

Of course, he remembered.

If a fan showed up right in front of his house and showed their affection so earnestly, of course, he would remember them.

“I wore a hat to avoid being noticed and did all sorts of things, but how did you recognize me?”

“My eyes just naturally went to them. There was a reason why they stood out.”

If it was someone who showed their face every day.

If they also had memorable characteristics.

It was natural to remember them.

“Reason?”

“I’m grateful that they came all the way here, but I was bothered by the *saengnyeong* [living spirit] that was attached to them, so I paid more attention to them. They seemed to understand after I told them a few times because the energy and appearance felt very similar, like relatives.”

“……So that’s why you found them so well, like a ghost, even though they were hiding every day. Living spirit…… you don’t have to explain that. I don’t think I should know more.”

“I wondered what you were saying to the *sasaengs* every time…….”

Lee Gyu-han watched Yeon-woo find them like a ghost and wondered what he was saying every day.

He roughly guessed that Yeon-woo was scolding or lecturing the *sasaengs*.

‘How harshly did he treat them that those persistent kids left on their own?’

He thought that he was clear-headed even in such matters.

But it turned out…….

“Strangely, everyone had at least one *japgwi* [miscellaneous spirit] attached to them. They were mostly the kind of *japgwi* that weren’t good to have around for a long time, so it’s better to remove them…… there were even people who were already carrying *sanyeom* [lingering thoughts]. Removing them is simple, but even if I remove them, they appear again every day, so I thought it would be better to solve the root cause rather than remove them, so I did some counseling…….”

Yeon-woo wasn’t usually very talkative.

He wasn’t overly taciturn, but he wasn’t talkative enough to go out of his way to chat.

But he was unusually kind and friendly to his fans.

He often approached them, greeted them, and smiled at them, so he thought that he was definitely taking care of his people.

Still, he thought he was dealing with *sasaengs* quite firmly.

‘Come to think of it, that was also counseling…… even sincere counseling born out of kindness…….’

Yeon-woo didn’t know, but Lee Gyu-han, who was watching Yeon-woo right next to him, knew.

Sometimes Yeon-woo talked about supernatural phenomena as if it were nothing.

It was so natural for him that he lacked an understanding of how others would perceive it.

Even Lee Gyu-han, who roughly knew Yeon-woo’s circumstances, got goosebumps when Yeon-woo stared blankly into the air or talked to himself…….

‘This is the first time I’ve felt so sorry for *sasaengs*…….’

They were probably quite scared.

If their favorite celebrity approached them and spoke kindly, but the content was about their personal affairs or things around them that they hadn’t even told them.

Lee Gyu-han’s pitiful gaze reached Yeon-woo.

‘He doesn’t even know that being kind was actually poison…….’

He probably approached them because he was really grateful, but he felt sorry for him thinking that they had all scattered in a panic.

Of course, Yeon-woo didn’t know this at all.

Thanks to Lee Gyu-han keeping his mouth shut, the unintended *sasaeng* extermination was kept secret.

Naturally, a fan who was a *sasaeng* for reasons other than liking Yeon-woo,

-I’m sorry, but I’m a *sasaeng* ;;

Doesn’t Yeon-woo seem a little strange? ;;

He’s so nice to us *sasaengs*, but he’s a bit, what should I say ;;

He feels like a kind of crazy person ;;

He suddenly asks if we have any reason to be resented by anyone and tells us to be careful for days, and I’m grateful but also scared to deathㅠㅠㅠ I don’t know why I’m scared, but I don’t think I should be a *sasaeng* anymoreㅠㅠㅠㅠ

left a post saying, “What did you do so well as a *sasaeng* to tear down Yeon-woo?” and disappeared after being bombarded with criticism, but he didn’t know that.

And thanks to that incident continuing until now, Yeon-woo still believed that he had no *sasaengs*.

‘Kwon Seong-hyun must be managing it well.’

Yeon-woo recalled what Kwon Seong-hyun had said once.

It was around the time he accidentally mentioned that he had seen fans on his way to work.

Kwon Seong-hyun smiled very gently and said this.

“The company will definitely impose sanctions…… but if no one consumes them, they will naturally disappear. This is especially true if you catch them firmly among the fans, and the roots will be cleanly pulled out…….”

Kwon Seong-hyun added that there was a limit to what the company could do.

A more effective method is to impose sanctions through the fandom.

For example, a influential *homma* [dedicated fan who runs a fansite] sets conditions and unites the inside.

Or, reports are received within the official fan club, and they are caught and permanently expelled.

He smiled kindly, saying that there were various methods.

“So you don’t have to worry.”

Yeon-woo didn’t know why Kwon Seong-hyun, a top star, knew so much about this, but.

“And if the official releases things well, there’s no need to consume *sasaengs*.”

Kwon Seong-hyun, who added that the *sasaengs* would naturally disappear if that happened, was very serious, so Yeon-woo nodded roughly.

Anyway, everything Kwon Seong-hyun did was beneficial to Yeon-woo, not harmful.

After that, it was a bit annoying that he kept taking pictures, saying, ‘The official has to upload them well.’

He didn’t know where he got such a big camera.

‘It’s good to relieve stress…… but I should be careful just in case.’

He was about to lose a way to relieve the stress *ssahin* [piled up] from the recurring dreams.

Anger boiled up before he could even sigh.

‘I should be careful because interest has been focused on me since the drama is doing so well. I shouldn’t cause trouble by getting caught up in rumors.’

Kim Si-hyuk and Min Ye-rin, of course.

Gu Jun-wook and Yoo Mi-ae, who played *gamchilmatnaneun* [flavorful] supporting roles, were also receiving interview requests all the time.

He could see how *geukseong* [intense] they were, as even Park Joo-yong, who played the role of Kim Seon-woo’s father, a minor role who was murdered in season 1, was being contacted by all sorts of reporters.

‘There probably won’t be any crazy reporters *buteul* [stick] to me, but anyway.’

The memory of being subjected to the reporters’ persistent media play was still weighing on him like an unpleasant sediment.

At that time, Yeon-woo learned painfully that if he was attacked, the other people who supported him would also be hurt.

Since then.

Even if it was something else, he was sensitively wary of reporters, especially the paparazzi.

If there was a lurking loafer, he temporarily opened his *yeong’an* [spiritual eye] and lightly punished them a few times.

He also tampered with his dreams several times.

‘After that, the guys who followed me all stopped.’

Somehow, the reporters backed away whenever they saw Yeon-woo.

It was a natural result since they had approached him *eun-geunhage* [subtly] hoping for an exclusive, but they saw hallucinations and were mentally deranged for a while.

‘Ah. I’m thinking about the dream again.’

He barely managed to think about something else.

In the end, he came back to square one.

“Hoo…….”

The dream.

That damn dream had been developing continuously for several weeks.

He was glad that he didn’t dream it every day.

The intermittent dream, even if it was only once a week, was enough to make his condition the worst all week long.

“It’s not a one-time thing, so it’s not a *gae kkum* [dog dream, meaningless dream].”

He didn’t know what it was trying to show him.

Prophecies and revelations always have ambiguous aspects.

How could a lowly human immediately understand the *tteut* [will] of the high-ranking people?

“Still, that’s too much, isn’t it, really…….”

He didn’t know who made it like this, but if he found out, he would definitely grab them by the collar.

He had decided to restrain himself, but only for a moment.

Yeon-woo diligently moved his arms and legs to relieve the *millyeooneun* [surging] stress.

As expected, people can relieve stress in a healthy way by moving their bodies and sweating.

[Let’s go together…….]

[It’s time to go…….]

[Let’s go together…….]

The voices echoed from all directions.

The sound of thousands of people chanting the same words like *yeombul* [Buddhist prayer] was eerie and bizarre.

The voices echoing with a clear intention were even hard to resist.

[Let’s go together.]

[It’s time to go…….]

[Let’s go together…….]

Not only that.

Thousands of gazes were watching Yeon-woo, who was standing in the middle of the voices and enduring everything.

It was a pity that he couldn’t see their faces because the surroundings were *ppuyeoseo* [hazy] like smoke.

None of Yeon-woo’s *yeongryeok* [spiritual power] worked there.

No matter how much blood he drew, no matter what spells he knew.

Nothing worked.

“The target is definitely not me…….”

That was very strange.

The gazes watching him *kkilkkerdaemyeo* [chuckling] felt like they were watching to see what kind of reaction Yeon-woo would show.

This was the first time he had no idea what was going on.

Yeon-woo, who had the power that even his *mansin* [shaman] mother *injeonghal* [would acknowledge], had never had a difficult time.

‘No.’

Suddenly, one thing came to mind.

‘There was one before this dream too.’

One thought struck him like lightning.

The system.

That bizarre system that had postponed his death, the source of which he couldn’t know.

He didn’t know why it came to mind at this moment.

“……!”

Yeon-woo’s mechanically moving body stopped momentarily.

And.

*Paak!* [Sound of something breaking]

Something heavy fell right next to Yeon-woo.

It was a position where he might have been hit if he hadn’t stopped moving.

“This is…….”

Yeon-woo reflexively looked up.

Even though there was no wind blowing now.

Someone would have had to push it to drop such a large and heavy flower pot.

Strangely enough, there was no one above him when he looked up.

*Kka-aak-* [Sound of a crow cawing]

The quiet dawn air became strange in an instant.

A flock of crows that he couldn’t usually see was sitting on the power lines and looking down at Yeon-woo.

It reminded him of the gazes he had seen in his dream.

Yeon-woo quickly scanned the spot where the flower pot had broken again.

The soil and fragments that should have spread out radially seemed to be taking on some kind of shape.

“I’m going crazy.”

Something came to mind.

One hypothesis that he never wanted to think about.

And at the same time.

[Yeon-woo! Yeon-woo!]

The eerie silence was broken.

“*Dongjaryeong* [child spirit]?”

The guy, who had hardly been seen for several weeks, was running with tears welling up in his eyes.

[Yeonhwa……! Yeonhwa is……!]

All thoughts stopped.

Yeon-woo started running.