The Trashy Pd Has To Survive As an Idol: 문찐 [129+]

Chapter 144

"Cough, cough! Ugh, ugh...."

You should have mentioned how much pain I was in!

["Well, do you regret not listening to me that time..."]

The system window, appearing somewhat disdainful and pitiful, dispersing like smoke.

["Don't keep popping up in front of me, you're making me nauseous..."]

["you already vomited."]

Thirty minutes before the event started.

Despite clutching the toilet bowl and dry heaving several times, nothing came out except bile and blood.

"It hurts...."

Struggling to stand up, I grabbed onto the sink and tried to gather my thoughts.

My pale face reflected in the mirror looked worse than when I ignored the leakage quest.

My mind felt fuzzy, and I was short of breath, barely able to stand due to the weakness in my legs.

"Ugh...."

"Ouch...."

Moreover, blood kept spurting up from my throat.

I spat out the blood into the sink.

"...Did that damn item work?"

["It's really harsh in this situation."]

I turned the dream of being leaker into a nightmare.

Not a metaphorically but literally

Regardless of what dream he had, where it was, or who was in it, everyone pointed fingers at him and blamed him as the leaker.

To weaken his already fragile mentality, facing criticism from the public and pressure from the company.

To make him collapse at even the smallest trigger.

"How is it?"

Since I suffered like this to obtain the item, shouldn't the bastard I created also suffer as much?

So, when I asked the question, the system window grimaced but eventually gave an answer.

["It worked well. He haven't slept for three days, feeling almost half-dead, just like you right now, Seo Hoyun."]

"At least that's a bit comforting..."

"Ugh...."

As I took a deep breath, my nose started bleeding. Quickly covering my nose with my hand to avoid staining my clothes, I hastily grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.

"Wow, I really feel like I'm going to die."

Feeling the damp tissue in my hand, I sincerely wondered if I could dance and sing in a few minutes.

["Why not just stop going on stage? Don't you realize you're not in the right state of mind right now?"]

"I know..."

My vision kept wavering.

But I couldn't stop here, after coming this far.

Once I got on stage for this quest, it would be over.

It was more useful to think about how to deal with pouring blood while singing rather than stopping now.

I threw the bloody tissue into the trash and gently pressed the warm, feverish spot on my eyelid.

At that moment,

Ringgg.

"Damn it."

My phone rang.