In This Life, I Will Die As An Actress, Not As A Villainess [EN]: Chapter 122

I was taken aback by the unfamiliar words.

“What are those numbers?”

*Thwack-*

Just then, the elevator, which had been stopped, shook violently and started moving again.

Bright lights flickered on overhead.

As the darkness receded, I saw myself closely pressed against Kang Ji-oh in the opposite mirror.

Embarrassment washed over me like a receding tide.

I turned my head to the side, unsure of what to do.

Then, Kang Ji-oh turned off the flashlight and stepped back.

*Ding- First floor.*

The elevator doors opened at that moment.

Kang Ji-oh headed out of the elevator without looking back.

My legs gave way, and I collapsed to the floor.

What on earth is going on?

Am I inside the script of [the drama I’m supposed to be acting in]?

As Yoo Da-yang?

And Kang Ji-oh, with the face of the other actor.

“Da-yang! Yoo Da-yang!”

Just then, a man wearing glasses pushed through the crowd gathered outside the open door, making a commotion.

“I’m her manager! Please, let me through!”

*Manager?*

The man came up to me, took off his coat, and covered my face.

“Are you okay? Why are you with Kang Ji-oh in a place like this?? Are you trying to get into a scandal?”

I looked up at the man, who was rattling off words, and quickly grasped his character.

It was Manager Kang, who takes care of Yoo Da-yang with all his heart, 24 hours a day, in the script.

* * *

“Okay, everyone, let’s get the filming done quickly!”

“Celebrity disease is incurable, they say. How can she be two hours late?”

“Quiet, he’s coming!”

The place I was immediately dragged to by my manager was an advertisement set.

The staff, who had been waiting for over two hours because of Yoo Da-yang, were all frowning.

Hul…. Creepy.

Since I had also lived as an actress, this situation felt like hell.

What on earth will the staff think of me?

I was muttering to myself when one of the staff members approached and handed me some props to be used for the shoot.

Wanting to apologize to at least one person, I jumped up from my seat.

But suddenly, my hand went up on its own.

My hand accidentally knocked one of the props, sending it flying.

“?!?”

I looked at my hand in surprise.

But it was too early to be completely surprised.

“Isn’t this a low-end product? Even if it’s just a prop, don’t you know that giving me something like this will degrade the advertisement and my image?”

Words popped out of my mouth on their own.

In a very rude way.

“Gasp….”

I quickly covered my mouth.

But unlike my expectations, the staff member picked up the prop and bowed.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go get something else.”

No, no.

No, please!!

The staff member ran to where the other staff members were with a troubled expression.

Even the manager, the advertisement PD [Production Director], and the other staff members who watched this situation didn’t bat an eye.

My legs gave way again.

This can’t be happening.

I collapsed into a chair and grabbed my head.

Come to think of it, Yoo Da-yang….

She was a perfectionist and a top star with a terrible attitude, on par with Kang Ji-oh.

My manager, seeing me slumped, asked with concern.

“Are you having a hard time? Didn’t you sleep well?”

I blankly looked up at my manager, who was taking care of me without a word.

Another staff member, hearing the manager’s words, quickly brought me coffee.

Words like ‘Thank you’ wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

It was the same feeling as in the elevator last time.

It felt like someone was controlling my voice.

Then, a staff member spilled some coffee on my pants.

“Gasp.”

At that moment, the staff member, the manager, and all the other staff members froze in place.

*It’s okay….*

Again, the words wouldn’t come out.

Why can’t I control my body?

In the short time that the staff member bowed to me repeatedly, as if about to prostrate themselves, I wracked my brain.

Then suddenly.

I had a feeling that this was also a new system of this possession.

Could it be that….

I opened my mouth again.

“Bring me other clothes.”

As soon as I uttered the words that Yoo Da-yang would have said in this situation, they flowed out of my mouth.

*Ah, so that’s how it is.*

I have to act like that character.

It was an additional rule in this script world.

If I don’t speak according to the character, not only will my voice not come out, but my body will move on its own.

Don’t act as you please, and only move within the given personality.

There was one more thing I had to adapt to in this new world.

* * *

But still, the immutable principle remained unchanged.

The first day of possession was extremely harsh.

I had to elegantly film the advertisement and act as Yoo Da-yang, who was afflicted with celebrity disease, when the camera wasn’t rolling.

I had to endure a grueling schedule of fifteen hours of filming.

As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto the bed.

In the living room of a house that looked to be at least 80 *pyeong* [approximately 2,867 square feet], under a fancy chandelier, a huge picture of me was hanging.

*She’s a huge narcissist….*

I stared blankly at the picture.

Like Kang Ji-oh, who had Lee Sun-ho’s face, Yoo Da-yang, whom I had possessed, also had my face.

This is a first.

As I looked at my face striking a fancy pose, I felt embarrassed.

I buried my face in the pillow.

I’m so tired.

As I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, Kang Ji-oh, whom I had met in the elevator, suddenly came to mind.

‘Are you going to pretend you don’t remember this time either? It’s not like you have multiple personalities.’

Although everything that happened today wasn’t exactly as written in the script.

Just this one line was exactly as written in the script.

Last scene of episode 2.

Kang Ji-oh didn’t seem to know that Yoo Da-yang was suffering from multiple personalities yet.

Come to think of it, neither did I….

Then, am I going to experience Yoo Da-yang’s other personalities here?

In this situation, there are several other personalities sleeping inside my body.

Thinking about it made me shudder.

Then how do I meet them, these personalities?

It was as stuffy as if there was fog in my head.

I feel like I’m going to die.

How am I going to get through this ordeal again?

I sighed, turned over, and looked at the ceiling.

In the meantime, I was getting sleepy.

“Capture Kang Ji-oh’s heart… What does that even mean?”

Anyway, aren’t the two of them going to fall in love?

“Haaam, I’m sleepy….”

That’s how I mistakenly thought I had received a fairly easy mission this time.

I fell fast asleep.

* * *

How long had I slept?

I felt something warm, soft, and smooth on my fingertips.

*Umm, am I still dreaming?*

I was drowsy.

Feeling the sensation on my fingertips even more, I delved into it.

It’s warm.

What is this?

What kind of dream is this…

But a familiar scent of soap pricked the tip of my nose.

“Umm?”

I opened my eyes wide.

But the bed I was lying on was gone, and I saw the chest of a man with several shirt buttons undone.

There were lipstick stains here and there on the shirt.

Wha, what is this?

I quickly raised my head to check the man’s face.

It was Kang Ji-oh.

Kang Ji-oh was under me, struggling to grab my wrist and pull it away.

Hul.

I looked at Kang Ji-oh with fearful eyes.

For some reason, my body was moving on its own again, lunging at Kang Ji-oh as desperately as yesterday.

*Please, just don’t drag me to the police station.*

No, that’s not it.

*Please, just drag me there and lock me up.*

As I shed tears inwardly, Kang Ji-oh, who had barely managed to get me off, got up from the sofa and ran to the corner.

“How did you get in here? Are you crazy?”

Looking around, it was a different scenery from my house.

A living room decorated in a clean black and white tone.

But strangely, the structure of the house was similar to Yoo Da-yang’s house.

The setting in the script that Yoo Da-yang and Kang Ji-oh lived in the same apartment complex came to mind.

Then maybe this is…

Kang Ji-oh’s house?

Again, my mouth moved on its own.

“I saw the password that day. The day you were drunk and brought me here.”

Kang Ji-oh let out a hollow laugh.

Looking at his face made me feel dizzy.

It felt like Sun-ho, whom I had just met for the first time, was looking at me with contempt.

Kang Ji-oh lowered his voice and asked.

“What on earth are you?”

“Me? Are you asking for my name?”

“I know your name.”

“Really?”

I smiled and took a step towards Kang Ji-oh.

Then Kang Ji-oh took a step back.

Kang Ji-oh frowned as if he couldn’t understand.

“It’s Yoo Da-yang.”

“No.”

“…?”

I was just as shocked as Kang Ji-oh, listening to the words coming out of my mouth.

“My name is Baek Jang-mi.”

“What?”

Kang Ji-oh was momentarily stunned.

I was also stunned after hearing the words I had expected.

Kang Ji-oh asked.

“Is that your real name? Was Yoo Da-yang a stage name?”

Then I, no, Baek Jang-mi, laughed out loud as if it was quite funny.

“Yoo Da-yang is someone else. Don’t tell me you slept with her too?”

Listening to Baek Jang-mi’s lines, which were much more explicit than in the script, I gaped inwardly.

Kang Ji-oh looked at me with a confused face.

“What on earth are you….”

“I told you, it’s Baek Jang-mi. Yoo Da-yang is someone else, I’m not her.”

A moment of silence passed.

Kang Ji-oh stammered and asked.

“……Really, is it multiple personalities or something?”

Then I answered clearly.

“It’s not something, it’s exactly that.”

Kang Ji-oh stopped abruptly, as if shocked.

Soon, he made a face that seemed to understand everything that had happened so far.

Again, a short silence flowed.

“Then you’re… not Yoo Da-yang?”

I nodded.

Kang Ji-oh let out a hollow laugh and stood leaning against a corner of the wall.

I, as much as Kang Ji-oh, took time to recognize this situation.

Even though it was a similar situation to what was written in the script, with only a few different details, the shock didn’t subside.

*Is this what it feels like to become a different personality?*

No, when the personality changes, there’s no time to feel anything.

It’s just when I come back later.

When I have to deal with the aftermath of what the other personality has done, that’s when I get shocked.

It was a terrible thing.

Then, do I have to imitate Baek Jang-mi like I imitated Yoo Da-yang at the filming site?

Would I be able to control the situation then?

Then Baek Jang-mi opened her mouth again.

“You like me.”

It wasn’t in the script.

But Kang Ji-oh looked momentarily flustered.

And asked.

“What about you?”

“Me? Well-”

When I didn’t answer easily, as if testing him, Kang Ji-oh looked down at his shirt.

And said in a slightly angry voice.

“Is this the kind of person you are? You can do this without any feelings, Baek Jang-mi?”

“Oh my, you’re getting so angry. You pretended not to be, but were you serious?”

*Please.*

*I want to shut my mouth.*

But then Baek Jang-mi said something meaningful.

“If you like me, don’t be with other girls.”

“What?”

“There are four personalities in my body, including Yoo Da-yang.”

“…….”

“Just find me. Just be with me. It’ll be easy to recognize.”

“…….”

“They’re not very fun.”

Then I felt like I was hit in the back of the head.

I felt like I finally understood what this possession mission was.

To capture Kang Ji-oh’s heart.

In the script, Kang Ji-oh thinks that it doesn’t matter to him whether the Asian star has multiple personalities or a cold, but…

That was a delusion.

Without Kang Ji-oh and Yoo Da-yang knowing, all the personalities had fallen for Kang Ji-oh.

To sum it up, the concept of this possession world is a romance war itself.

And I am now participating in that battlefield as Yoo Da-yang.

I had to beat the four personalities and win Kang Ji-oh’s heart.

Inside Baek Jang-mi, I looked at Kang Ji-oh with confused eyes.

I will die as an actress, not a villain, in this life