Chapter 545

Episode 545

JSA’s common space where cold air flows.

A cautious voice came from over the receiver.

[I... Who is that?]

Took.

Jaehyun Shin hung up the phone.

The name ‘Seon Ah-hyun’ floating on the screen soon disappeared.

A trembling voice asked from the side.

“memory... Can’t you?”

Cheong-ryeo did not answer.

However, the big moon who asked the question also knew that there was no need to answer.

Seon Ah-hyun does not know Park Moon-dae.

Despite Cheongryeo calling Park Moondae’s smartphone.

“... ... .”

When an unexpected situation occurred, Cheong-ryeo’s judgment, which immediately selected and called Seon Ah-hyun, was not wrong.

Because I’ve already seen Sun Ah-hyun cause an error in the system’s virtual world.

“He has the ability to nullify status ailments... .”

However, even Seon Ah-hyun does not remember Park Moon-dae.

“Whoa.”

Thanks to that, he called and brought in the person before Seon Ah-hyun. The big moon was on the verge of falling into a complete panic.

It had to be.

“This is now... It makes no sense.”

The big moon jumped up and stretched out his hand.

“Moondae hyung is here right now... !”

At the end of that hand, I saw In-yeong lying on the sofa, unconscious.

It was Park Moon-dae.

He even looked peaceful without any trauma, but that was a sentiment that could only be felt when he was unaware of what was happening.

A few minutes ago, when the big moon arrived at JSA in a hurry.

– There he is.

-yes?

-Hey... .

Keundal grabbed the employee with a pale face and stretched out his hand to point to the sofa on which Moondae Park was lying.

– How does he look?

And the cleaning lady replied:

-Who are you talking about?

He did not recognize Park Moon-dae, who was clearly there.

“... ... .”

It was an almost terrifying situation.

Only then did Keundal realize why Cheongryeo hadn’t called 911.

If I call you, you won’t recognize it.

It was when the big moon swallowed saliva as he recalled it.

Tiririk.

“... !!”

Park Moon-dae’s smartphone in Cheong-ryeo’s hand vibrated vigorously.

It was a phone call.

Cheong-rye checked the screen once without expression and accepted it. A soft, urgent voice rang through the speakers.

[Sorry! The phone suddenly cut off.]

It was Seon Ah-hyun’s voice.

When the call ended without context, the polite man tried to contact him again.

And kindly asked again.

[Maybe I... Is the person you mentioned earlier related to me?]

Keundal let out an indescribable moan and slammed his head on the table.

Cheong-ryeo looked at him indifferently, then spoke in a dry voice.

“now. Try accessing the portal site through the Internet.”

[...] ? yes yes... ... .]

As if Seon Ah-hyun was manipulating a smartphone, the sound of her fingers hitting the screen echoed softly.

“Search Park Moondae.”

[ah... .]

At that moment, Keundal, who raised his head, hurriedly searched for Park Moondae on the Internet.

‘... there is!’

Park Moon-dae’s profile came out in good health.

All kinds of photos and histories of his career activities fill the page.

‘thank god... .’

Park Moon-dae still remained here.

Keundal turned his head to Cheongnyeo, feeling at least a ray of relief.

[that... ... .]

Sun Ah-hyun over the phone seemed to have checked the search results just in time.

[Who is this?]

“... ... .”

A cool sensation passed through the large moon’s spine.

That cool voice instructed the smartphone.

“Tell me the first profile you see on the screen.”

[I especially... I can’t see the profile.]

“... ... .”

The big moon stopped breathing.

And with trembling hands, this time, I hurriedly went to SNS and put in a search.

–

The results of Park Moon-dae were pouring out.

Just before Park Moon-dae retrieves the debris.

There was no mention of it after that.

“... Wait a minute.”

Keundal put in a search with Testa this time.

-It’s amazing how Testa can tie two of the same age together haha

-Ryu Cheong-woo Bae Se-jin Sun Ah-hyun Lee Se-jin Cha Yu-jin Kim Rae-bin I love youᅲᅲᅲ Let’s testa forever

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Articles, SNS, communities, and video sites.

Everyone ignored the existence of Park Moon-dae as if it were salty.

Keundal’s face was pale and he put down his smartphone.

I felt like I was crazy

“This is so strange... . It remains in the video and has all the official records! As if everyone was hypnotized... .”

If you still search, information about Park Moon-dae’s activities pops up, but everyone acts as if they can’t see it.

The big moon went into a complete panic.

However, instead of giving her eyes there, Cheong-rye looked at Moondae Park on the sofa.

“... ... .”

other way.

I had to remember.

[...] ... .]

[If I look at something now... .]

“It’s okay.”

Cheong-Ri hung up the phone again.

And he opened his mouth in a dry voice.

“Why didn’t you stop?”

“... yes?”

Big Moon realized that he had spoken to him.

I’d rather have noticed if it was a condition that happened to me.

‘... I’ll have to dig into the system more.’

I thought of going deeper into the system where I hadn’t yet created a terminal. In the meantime, I refrained from fearing that I would be thrown back because the backlash was so severe, but I couldn’t do it anymore.

It was then.

“I have a question.”

hmm?

While hesitating, Cheongryeo asked.

“Who were you?”

oh.

Finally, this question comes up.

With a bit of familiarity at the bottom, I guess I was finally in the mood to interrogate.

I went back to the terminal and hit the batter.

[What does it mean?]

“It means what missions have you solved.”

Cheong-ryo put on her pods as she was sitting at the table.

“First of all, since you brought up a story like beer, it must not be the same job.”

[...] ... .]

I stopped drinking, bastard.

I stopped after imagining the sight of them confessing in detail that I was also an idol. I’m sorry.

[I didn’t drink often.]

[It wasn’t a very good job to drink and talk nonsense.]

“Haha.”

Cheong-Ryeo laughed a little comfortably and muttered as she leaned back in her chair.

“Talk.”

The conversation stopped for a moment as if lost in thought.

And Cheong-ryeo recited with thoughts, not with sounds.

“Well, I’ve done that before.”

‘... ... .’

I didn’t bother to ask.

It was because he had already heard the results of the attempt from the real Cheongryeo.

It wasn’t that specific, though.

“one... Was it a member you wrote about ten times? I kept my composure well in the event of an accident, so I said it as a test.”

The boy grinned.

“It wasn’t a happy ending. Of course, since I said it right before the restart, there was no loss.”

[...] ... .]

“Is this an example of not being nice to talk about? haha.”

hmm.

this... okay.

After thinking for a moment, I slowly completed my answer.

[I don’t know.]

[You must have recruited at least dozens of people in the group so far, besides him?]

Cheong-rye didn’t deny it.

I continued to finish my words.

[What you said is just one case out of dozens. Isn’t the probability that different results will come out in other trials is quite high?]

“... ... .”

Cheong-rye was not surprised or impressed.

“I guess so.”

It seems that such calculations have already been made.

“However, sharing secrets in itself has little benefit versus risk.”

The boy grinned.

“And having a secret or not has nothing to do with using people.”

[No, it’s not that there’s no effect at all. It will be convenient to have a collaborator.]

Cheong-Ryeo replied indifferently.

“Amazing. I would have thought that stereotypes created by the mass media would exist in Help.”

I sighed.

[No, your mind will be at ease.]

But the opponent didn’t blink an eye.

“well. I am still not uncomfortable.”

It’s like talking to a wall.

But instead of grinding the keyboard, I calmly typed again.

[Yes.]

[I know that it’s dangerous and I’m not very reluctant to do it. it’s your heart It’s also true.]

[But it’s not bad to think about it again after work is over.]

[There’s nothing to lose then, right?]

Actually, the guy in real life has already told the members of the same group about his experience to some extent. was

The two guys who are here now were also included.

Now this guy doesn’t even know.

“... ... .”

The guy seemed to have thought of something like ‘I’m saying that it’s not nutritious’, but in the end he answered like this.

“Remember.”

OK.

Still, a few weeks ago I would have said bullshit like, ‘I never said you had a say’, but now we’ve had quite a conversation. I laughed and removed my hand from the terminal.

[Then, have a good trip.]

After a while, Cheongryeo successfully finished rehearsal for the concert tour with the other members of VTIC.

But still, not a single system window popped up for me, and no hints such as missions or status abnormalities popped up.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about whether I’d be stuck here forever... In any case, time itself passed without a hitch.

And VTIC’s tour began.

“From now on, ‘conversation’ will only be possible after the concert.”

[...] ... .]

“Remember.”

I can’t... Do you really have to stay here like this?

Until that dog is born?

* * *

“Haam.”

Lee Se-jin passed Cha Yoo-jin, who was yawning profusely, at a pleasant pace and headed to the kitchen.

The mild holiday afternoon was a bit drowsy.

Even Lee Se-jin leisurely thought that today it would be better to study Spanish rather than exercise.

By inviting a friend!

‘Then together... .’

“... ... .”

Come to think of it, isn’t there really no one in this team to study Spanish with?

Most of them had a special language or were more interested in other things than languages.

‘Mmm.’

Strangely, he felt a slight drop in his mood.

But he had been in the industry too long to be swayed by that feeling, so he soon regained his jolly demeanor and walked back to the kitchen.

Then he found a friend of the same age sitting at the table with a strangely hard face.

“Ahyeonahyeon~ What are you doing!”

“... ah.”

Seon Ah-hyun suddenly raised her head.

Big Sejin caught again that the complexion was not very good.

“... hmm. What can I help you with? Did something bad happen?”

“Oh no.”

It was only then that Seon Ah-hyun lowered the search bar on the portal site that was still floating.

– Park Moon-dae

“Somehow it’s strange.”