The Third-Gen Chaebol Becomes a Genius Actor

Ch 21: I need to shoot at least one more scene.

Somehow, despite dreaming of escaping the apocalyptic world and creating a bright and hopeful drama, the genre changed to a mystery with just one memory synchronization.

Yeonseo closed his eyes tightly and repeatedly opened them. It was an action to keep his sanity intact. Even though the amount was not much if he vomited what was in his stomach, given that he was vomiting blood...

"I might really die like this..."

<I told you it's too dangerous, Master.>

Beta, who has been learning about humans lately, also sneakily made comments. Yeonseo ignored those words and bowed his head again, spitting out blood. The sink and the floor were soaked with the blood he spat out.

<The current synchronization rate is 12.82%.>

Pushing it to the limit got him some important memories.

He was a smart guy even though his personality was a bit off, and he wouldn't have thought like that without a reason. Surely, the voice doubting his mother's suicide was Yeonseo's. Then who heard that statement?

"Hyung? Or someone else?"

Yeonseo washed his face with cold water and looked at the mirror. The white and fluffy skin that couldn't be concealed even with meticulous makeup had turned grayish.

"But that's not important right now."

Even though it seemed like he might lose consciousness immediately, this wasn't home; it was a film set.

"I have to shoot at least one more scene while this feeling is vivid."

Why did I synchronize my memories to the limit?

Yeonseo struggled to stand up. There was still a feeling of nausea, but he endured it. Fortunately, the costume for the shoot was also stained with fake blood, perfect for disguising the blood he vomited.

"Ah, geez..."

Swearing involuntarily, each step he took made his whole body scream with pain, as if someone with complex regional pain syndrome was suffering from minor friction.

Before entering the studio, Yeonseo roughly wiped away the cold sweat with his clothes.

"Oh? Yeonseo-ssi is here!"

Amidst the commotion caused by the absence of the lead actor, a staff member shouted loudly.

"Director, let's shoot right away."

Director Park Hojin assessed Yeonseo's pale face. In his eyes, it looked like Yeonseo had immersed himself in preparation for the shoot. The director gave instructions to other staff members to prepare for the shoot.

"Are you okay?"

A staff member who was connecting wires to Yeonseo's body seemed concerned enough to forget the rumors about him being strange. Yeonseo nodded silently. Another wave of nausea came over him.

"Hurry up."

His body seemed to be going mad with pain for the first time in his life, and his nerves spontaneously became sharp. But there was no one who complained about his words.

Trying to grab hold of fading consciousness, Yeonseo, who was staring wide-eyed, had the filter applied that suggested he was immersed in emotion for acting.

No one dared to talk to Yeonseo as Park Minwoo and Lee Hankyeol retreated at the sight. They thought it might disturb his immersion.

"Ready, action!"

Stunt coordinator Park Seongjin was in charge. Perhaps because of the dozens of times they had practiced before shooting, his painful body moved instinctively.