Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter - Chapter 146



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Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter Episode 146

146. System

Go down to the summer!

The words of the messenger sent by the mistress of the underworld were shocking.

The world outside of ‘story’.

‘Summer’ was an unknown world.

All that was known about the lower realm was that it was a world of ‘mortals’.

Unlike ‘stories’ that are guaranteed to live forever unless forgotten, ‘the end’ will inevitably come someday.

In other words, it was as if I had been sentenced to ‘limitation’ by the Queen of the Underworld.

In that case, I thought it would be better to be locked up in a labyrinth inhabited by a small-headed monster······

I didn’t have much of a choice.

The laws of the underworld are strict.

Once you cross the River Styx and become a resident of the Underworld, you can never return.

Of course, there are exceptions to the rule, but that’s how it is.

Therefore, in order to see his wife again, he had no choice but to follow the lion’s offer.

‘I will obey your command.’

As he answered, tilting his head, a faint smile appeared on the lips of the lion wearing his robe turned over.

Then she put into her mouth the additional words that the King of Hell’s companion had conveyed.

‘···You passed. Your love is truly true.’

Wow···

I almost swore.

So, telling me to go down to the summer was a kind of test to check my true feelings towards my wife.

Before I knew it, cold sweat had formed on my back.

What would have happened if I had rejected her will…

‘Do not worry about mortality. I will grant you the ‘power’ for the eternal love of you and your wife.’

Reincarnation.

The power to repeat the finite and reach infinity was given to me and my wife from the netherworld that governs ‘life and death.’

With that, I relieved myself of one of my worries and headed to the underworld, putting aside my existence as the ‘eternally recalled story of the gods’.

The principle is that memories in a ‘story’ should remain in the ‘story’.

However, the benevolent mistress of the underworld seemed very moved by the love between me and my wife.

The hostess was considerate enough to help both of us preserve our memories.

As the lion’s hand rested on my head, my memory was engraved on my soul.

At the same time, my mind became clouded.

······I think I was in a deep sleep.

How much time has passed?

When I opened my eyes, it was summer.

I looked for my wife right away, but I couldn’t see her anywhere.

The mistress of the underworld said that she would send my wife’s soul down to the lower world as well, but she did not say that she would send it to me right away.

But I could feel it.

That she, like me, is also here in the summer.

From then on, the journey to find his wife’s soul began.

If you were expecting tears, hardships and adversity… I’m sorry.

Finding a wife wasn’t that difficult.

It was because the souls of my wife and I, who had become a couple through the blessings of the gods, were calling out to each other and pulling at each other.

So I was finally able to reunite with my wife.

When we met again, she and I looked very different from how we remembered each other.

But we recognized each other at first sight.

‘Honey, I’m home.’

‘Oh my, this burn. What a sight this is because of you.’

‘sorry.’

‘Sorry? Then come here and hug me.’

As I held my wife tightly in my arms, she said to me:

‘Thank you for finding me. And I love you.’

The moment I heard that, I realized.

Ahhh… I’ve been hoping for just this one word.

Since then, we have been reincarnated through the power promised by the companion of Hades.

We can also become minstrels who sing of peace.

Become a baker who bakes exquisite bread.

Become a designer who creates clothes.

We are born, meet, and die repeatedly, becoming scholars who study academic subjects and engineers who handle programs.

Honestly, summer was… the best.

Where ‘divinity’ did not exist, ‘intellect’ took its place.

Thanks to this, Ha-gye was a bountiful vacation spot with plenty of things to do, eat, and enjoy.

Thinking back, I remember when I was in the upper town, there was a rumor that there were a few gods who went on vacation in the ‘summer’.

There was a reason the deadly gods controlled the conversation about the underworld.

Because if the truth about the summer were revealed, everyone would definitely raise their hands and shout, ‘Send us to the summer!’

I admit, I would be annoyed if word of mouth spread about my small, precious vacation spot and it became crowded with people one day.

Anyway, in the midst of our repeated lives, my wife and I enjoyed sharing our love endlessly.

But no matter how good a resort is, you will eventually get tired of it.

Suddenly, one day, my wife and I started saying these words.

‘···I want to go back.’

Yes, it was homesickness.

As I said before, the fact that there are gods who visit the summer world for vacation means that there is a way to freely communicate with ‘stories’.

My wife and I decided to put our heads together and try to figure out the answer.

I traveled around the world, reading old books.

We explored unknown mysteries and gathered information related to dimensions.

After so many years of research, I finally figured it out.

The moment when the ’emotions of joy, sorrow, pleasure, anger, anger, pleasure’ become stronger in the summer, the secret door to ‘story’ opens!

And I was one of those who knew when human emotions of joy, sorrow, and pleasure most easily fluctuate greatly.

When singing or appreciating a song.

Songs that bring tears to my eyes when I’m sad, tears to my eyes when I’m happy, and affection to my eyes when I’m in love are the best emotional amplifiers I know.

From then on, my wife and I began our project to ‘return to storytelling.’

If I were to stand before the world and sing right now, it was certain that the people of the lower world would go wild and the gates of the upper world would open wide.

Well, I am the greatest bard, a genius among geniuses, acknowledged even by the sun god.

However, that doesn’t mean I can step forward myself.

Travel with the lower world is only permitted to a very small number of high-ranking gods.

I was worried that if it became known that my wife and I had dug that passage, those dark and exclusive gods might do some harm to us now that they knew the secret.

So, my wife and I had to pretend that our miscarriage was just a ‘coincidence’.

So I waited for the emergence of the Bisungmun, hoping that there would be similarly talented bards and muses in the summer, but that did not happen.

It seemed that unless it was the song of a genius like me, it would be impossible to extract the energy of joy and sorrow needed to summon the Biseungmun from the people of the lower world.

Then my wife came up with an idea.

‘Then how about lending ‘some of your music’ to the lower classes?’

The idea was to find someone to be my ‘speaker’ for my music.

It was a pretty plausible idea that was worth a try.

It didn’t matter if I failed.

I am the one who has obtained a finite amount of time close to infinity through reincarnation.

Because if the current method fails, all we have to do is think of another method.

So, my wife and I set out to build a speaker, drawing on the knowledge we had accumulated over our many lifetimes.

At first, I tried to teach my music myself.

I found a guy with pretty good qualities and tried to teach him···.

The result was a failure.

It seems that it was too much inspiration and stimulation for the summer people, so the other person went crazy.

Like becoming blind or deaf, or becoming confused and giving up one’s life.

Of course, the music of the guys I studied with left a big impact in the summer, but anyway.

After a few experiments, I was able to arrive at the conclusion that I needed to gradually absorb my music.

So I changed my direction from direct transmission.

Towards creating a ‘medium’.

As it happened, there was a medium that was very familiar and accessible to summer people.

It was none other than ‘mobile games’.

I also enjoyed playing mobile games for a long time.

Then, I got caught spending several months’ salary on a gacha game that collects pretty girls, and my wife gave me a severe back smash…

Anyway, I chopped up some of my ‘music’ and planted it in the game.

And I named this project after a term from the summer season.

It’s called ‘system’.

*

‘What did I just hear…?’

Sungjun’s head started spinning as the identity of ‘Bangsingki’ was finally revealed.

In the midst of the confusion, if we try to organize Orpheus’ words, it would be like this.

So, ‘Bangsinki’ is a game created for the ascetic Orpheus.

The stats, skills, and items that he enjoys are all part of Orpheus’s own musical ability.

The level-up system was also a mechanism created to ensure that one could reliably accept Orpheus’ abilities.

‘I had a feeling that ‘Bangsingki’ would not be an ordinary app, but…’

I never thought it would be this kind of app.

Summer, summer, summer.

Honestly, it’s such a novel-like story that I can’t believe it even after hearing it.

one side,

It was still unclear what criteria were used to select him as a ‘speaker’.

If there was a special reason, that too will be revealed through the next hint.

And if Orpheus succeeds in marrying my wife, what will happen to ‘Bangsinki’?

The closer I get to the truth of ‘Bangsingki’, the more new questions arise rather than being solved.

“Phew.”

Seongjun, whose thoughts were complicated, roughly shook his head.

And then he muttered with his face regaining its composure.

“Well, let’s put those complicated thoughts aside for now.”

I had the same thought when I first played ‘Bangsingki’.

Whether ‘Bangsingki’ is the devil’s temptation or an angel’s blessing, he just needs to use that ability well.

This time it’s the same.

Whatever Orpheus’ intentions, nothing changes.

Since I’m not going to stop playing ‘Bangsinki’ now, I’ll just keep playing the game.

[Record # H]

The shocking truth about Bangsingki that was revealed has been transformed into the form of another LP record.

*

The next day.

When they went to the headquarters of ‘Kore’, Angela Kore, who suddenly returned yesterday saying something had come up, greeted Sungjun and Yuna.

“I’m sorry I left so suddenly yesterday. Because of ‘this’.”

What he handed me was none other than ‘clothes’.

He said that after hearing Sungjun’s song at the music store yesterday, he stayed up all night and got inspired.

“I made this for you, Seongjun. Can you try it on?”

“sure.”

The Milan show, unlike other shows, presents popular designs rather than experimental ones.

The clothes Angela made for Sungjun were also popular, yet luxurious and sophisticated in design.

“Well, I guess it turned out just as I expected.”

“Wow, Oppa! It really suits you! I bet Ms. Angela didn’t even measure you, but how did you make it fit so perfectly?”

“I’ve been doing this for years. It’s obvious at first glance.”

When Yuna asked with admiration, Angela answered with a laugh.

“So… can you two walk the runway at the upcoming MFW (Milan Fashion Week) in September?”

It’s September…

The full album will be released on August 15th.

This time, we plan to make a full-fledged foray into overseas markets while also preparing for a concert.

This will be the busiest time of the year so far.

In the meantime, getting on the show was nearly impossible.

Walking the runway isn’t something you can do in a pinch.

That is deceptive and disrespectful to designers and models who have prepared for the show for a long time.

So, what Seongjun said was a subtle rejection.

“I am very grateful for the offer, but I will be starting album promotions in August, so I don’t think I will be able to participate.”

“I see. I can’t help it. Instead, if you have time, please at least attend the show. Both of you as ambassadors.”

“Of course.”

“Oh, and I’ll make the same suggestion for next year’s F/W show. Then, for sure-”

Seongjun, who was pressed by Angela Core’s sparkling eyes, could not help but nod his head.

Angela Corre, who succeeded in recruiting Sungjun through obsession, smiled with satisfaction.

And next to her.

A smile that couldn’t be hidden spread across Yuna’s face.

*

I returned to Korea after a long but short schedule in Italy.

He received the utmost hospitality from the Korean side, was treated to luxurious meals, and was also given expensive clothes as gifts.

Now that I’ve had my fill of fun, I plan to start preparing the album in earnest.

The song and lyrics are all ready, all that’s left is recording.

We need to go ahead with the featuring that was decided at the last meeting.

I reached out to the people I had in mind and soon received positive responses from all of them.

There was another question that was commonly asked from the other party.

“Who else is featured besides me?”

“Oh, that’s it-”

Since he had nothing to hide, Sungjun listed the names honestly.

Then the response was.

“···Ugh.”

Seongjun didn’t know.

Who would have thought that ‘their’ short nasal sounds would become the signal for the beginning of a splendid and fierce featuring war.