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Episode 81: The Protagonist of a Boy’s Webtoon?

The world is in the age of YouTube.

To be precise, it’s all thanks to the advanced internet communication technology that has become universal, and so on and so forth.

Anyway.

In simple terms, platforms that provide entertainment like YouTube have multiplied endlessly in the world.

“Sigh…”

And.

In an office in Seoul.

A woman editing videos let out a deep sigh.

It wasn’t a public broadcasting station.

No, it was in the realm of YouTube, not a broadcasting station.

The woman, bearing the title of a producer, rubbed her temples as if she had a headache.

“I’m going crazy.”

Literally.

She was on the verge of losing it.

The video she was currently working on was titled ‘Legend Trip’.

Although she was a working professional, she had to work even harder because of it.

The theme of the video was simple.

The largest mixed martial arts organization in the world, SFC.

It was a YouTube channel of a player who ranked 6th and was the most famous in South Korea.

Are there street fighters, or hidden masters?

And how do such formidable fighters compare to professionally trained mixed martial artists?

That was the theme of the content traveling around the country.

Stimulating people’s interest and curiosity about B-grade material from the past, Season 1 was a tremendous success.

Most of them were thugs, people with bad personalities.

The content that awakened reality through true education was truly refreshing.

But was that all?

Sometimes, when you discover a shining gem.

The story and entertainment that make your palms sweat were a special kind of fun that couldn’t be found in other content.

However.

The problem arose here.

After achieving success in Season 1.

Despite attracting a variety of participants in Season 2…

“Ugh, they ran away again?”

The problem was as follows.

She had selected and chosen the participants who had applied, but they all ran away.

Only mediocre and characterless people were left.

It might be natural for ordinary people.

But from the perspective of a producer who had to upload to YouTube, she had to select outstanding individuals.

Talent? Skill?

It would be nice to have them, but more importantly, it was about attracting people with talent and creating a compelling narrative.

Therefore.

She came to the conclusion that she had lost.

“Scream!!”

She had finished 80% of the filming.

She had traveled all over the country, and the only place left was Seoul, which was no different from the starting point.

No? She had to consider it as no longer available.

Because the fighter from Seoul who was supposed to appear had just run away.

Truly, this season was a failure.

No matter how much she directed, edited, and wrote the script.

If the ingredients going in were ordinary, it was difficult to bring out the flavor.

The channel’s mascot and owner, Jung Chaeyeon.

She had to find someone who could satisfy her.

Please, find at least one person.

“Huh?”

At that moment.

A freshly received email greeted her.

From the moment she saw the title, her heart began to race.

“I want to recommend my brother.”

Brother.

The word brother meant a man.

Moreover.

It was a recommendation, not a self-promotion?

There were cases of exaggeration and deception, but at the very least, there would be a fragrant picture.

With trembling hands, she clicked the mouse.

And began to read the contents of the story.

How much had she read?

The producer’s eyes began to tremble.

Her breathing started to quicken.

And her trembling lips indicated that she was in an excited state.

-Creak.

“Producer?”

“Ms. Jung Chaeyeon!”

Jung Chaeyeon, who had come in and opened the door, had come to the office to ask the producer something.

But she was met with a sight of a person she had never seen before.

A global stage.

She was a player who never flinched even on the dangerously risky SFC stage where life could be at stake.

However.

She was genuinely terrified.

The crazed clear eyes.

The clownishly upturned corners of her mouth.

Her wide-open smile was truly a terrifying sight.

“Yes! This is it! This is it!”

“PD-nim…?”

“Chaeyeon, let’s have a meeting! Gather people, let’s have a meeting!”

“Yes…?”

“Seoul! Seoul, it’s decided!”

“Ah… Boramae wild boar is coming?”

“No?! Not that pig bastard…”

Ha, ha.

She needed to calm down.

Sometimes actions speak louder than words.

The PD pointed to a monitor displaying a woman’s information.

A famous green portal.

The name searched on Naver was Han Seyeon.

The protagonist who briefly elevated Korea’s status.

***

“I read it.”

She even replied?

She sent her contact information first, saying she wanted to talk about the details over the phone.

It was fortunate that she stumbled upon it while watching YouTube.

Now, all that was left was to convince her sister.

She didn’t think it would be too difficult.

It wasn’t a good thing to be forgiven after making mistakes, but…

In Han Seyeon’s case.

She had already received the gloves as a gift, and she had always dreamed of sports.

Wouldn’t she just pretend not to win if she apologized quickly?

No, maybe she even wanted that.

She was burdened with a sense of responsibility.

And Han Seyeon had that kind of personality, so she might have needed a reason.

Anyway.

Before her sister arrived, she decided to finish everything.

First, she called the contact information she received.

And started the conversation.

It didn’t take long to handle the business.

Most of the details were already written in the email.

Where she lived, a more detailed conversation.

And most importantly, the shooting date.

She could conclude all the discussions.

Although the will of the protagonist of the shoot, Han Seyeon, was not considered at all.

Well, who cares?

Even if the Hong Cheol team was without Hong Cheol, the shooting would continue.

The call ended, and her sister would arrive soon.

Weekday routines were always the same.

If anything had changed as time passed, it was that she came a little earlier?

The time for leaving work was getting shorter.

Perhaps from next week, she wouldn’t even rest on Saturdays.

Personally, she just wanted to exercise.

Since points could be copied using money.

Anyway.

Had time passed like that?

The familiar sound of the door lock signaled Han Seyeon’s return.

“Sister.”

“Uh, yeah…”

“Let’s eat. I have something to say.”

“Th-that’s…”

Han Seyeon still felt awkward.

Why was she acting like that after kissing?

Of course, she had intended it, but…

Her maiden-like appearance was truly cute.

Dinner was modest.

The only difference from before was the addition of meat?

Since living expenses were the same, it might seem like a mystery.

But it was a kind of magic called a system.

The muscles needed for movement were made of protein.

So, she had to take good care of her sister, who would need to exercise diligently.

“I will eat well.”

“I will eat well.”

As the dining table gradually changed, Han Seyeon’s chopsticks moved faster.

If before, it felt like eating out of obligation.

Now, she ate deliciously.

This was who she was.

After a brief moment of self-satisfaction.

She had eaten about half.

Finally, it was time to speak.

“Sister.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know about the Legend Trip?”

“Uh… I do?”

“I applied for it.”

“Pfft!”

Rice grains scattered everywhere.

Like a popping popcorn scene!

It might be hard to clean up, but she understood it was sudden.

Finally, a cough was heard.

Even though she was coughing, she managed to speak.

Quite taken aback, it seems.

“Cough, cough. You…?”

Even as she looked at me as if she couldn’t believe it, she started drinking water to calm herself.

“No, I applied as a sister?”

“Pfft!!!”

Oh.

This time, water sprayed out.

It was like the firepower of a turtle king.

To display this level of stubbornness in a place without water, it must have been a soul recognized by the system.

“Uh, what…?”

“I applied as a sister…?”

“…What happened?”

Understood.

It wasn’t about getting angry.

Nor was it about sighing.

In her trembling eyes, there was a sense of anticipation, and her expression was literally hope itself.

“I got a call earlier, from the Seoul representative…? They asked if I could go with that.”

“So…?”

“The shooting date is set for this Saturday.”

“S-S-S…”

“Sorry.”

“Haah…”

It seemed like I was about to curse her.

But I couldn’t bring myself to curse while looking at her face.

She looked kind of adorable for no reason.

And I kind of wanted to see her working out.

A moment of silence.

“So… you bought the gloves?”

“No. That’s just a gesture. They said they would lend me the gloves there.”

“….”

“Saturday is a working day.”

“Can’t you take a day off?”

“Money… Haah. Sorry. I shouldn’t be talking about this.”

Han Seyun seemed to have a sense of guilt in practical matters.

How could I turn her heart around?

An important soul. Could I help her unleash her talent?

“Sister.”

“…Yes.”

“It’s not your fault, sister.”

“….”

“It’s… Mom’s fault. You don’t need to be like this.”

Slowly, I got up.

Because Han Seyun’s head was bowed, she didn’t even know I was coming.

I slowly embraced her.

Not me.

It was what the original Hanse wanted to say.

It took five years to say it.

“You don’t have to push yourself.”

“….”

“I’m an adult too, and I can take care of things now.”

“But the debt…”

“It’s really urgent…? I can tutor too. You know, I’m good at math.”

“How… really. Not as much as you…”

Her voice was choked up.

Her words trembled, and occasionally, her body shuddered.

“My dream is… to see it again.”

“What…?”

“You lifting the trophy. Becoming a champion.”

“….”

A quiet silence lingered.

Because it whispered in her ear.

Now it was her turn to choose.

I just quietly hugged her, helping her make a choice.

“If you win this Saturday, I’ll grant your wish.”

“Promise.”

“Huh?”

“Promise.”

The moisture disappeared.

As if to say, “When did that happen?” she reached out her finger to me.

This… isn’t right, is it?

After persuading and cheering for so long, is it really just this one thing that changed her mind?

“You’re going to exercise?”

“Yes. To win this week?”

“Was that… Jeon Chaeyeon, the player?”

“Yes. The Undead player.”

“I heard that if you get recognition from that person, you win… If that’s the case, you’ll be fine.”

“Got it.”

Squeeze. Squeeze.

Our fingers interlocked, and we even stamped it.