The Anti-Intellectualism Demon King’s World Invasion - Chapter 108



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Episode 108

“Thanks to you all, I was able to finish this wonderful performance. Now, I must go down… … .”

“Encore! Encore!”

Even before the exciting greetings were over, the audience shouted for an encore as if it was a pre-planned scenario.

Shinhane said with a sly smile, as if he had known this would happen.

“I can’t come down because of all the cheers like this. Hmm. What song should I sing?”

“It’s ‘My Story’!”

“Go on the road!”

“Please listen to ‘Don’t mess with me, God is coming’!”

Several song titles popped out.

These were all songs I was hearing for the first time.

Shinnae took a moment to think about it, as if choosing an ice cream flavor.

“Then I’ll decide on My Story, which came out first. It’s an autobiographical song, and it’s also hip-hop, which is the style of music I first pursued. So, shall we begin? Give me the beat.”

Boom! Boom!

The beats of electronic sounds mixed with noise resonated.

When they were ready, a DJ booth was set up at the back of the stage, and a rocker was scratching a record while wearing headphones.

Chi-chi-zing! Chi-chi-zing!

Behind the stage, a large screen appeared like in a movie theater, and a video like a music video appeared.

In the video, the b-boy shows off his footwork by quickly moving his feet.

Shinnae, who was nodding his head to the rhythm, started rapping roughly.

“Fuck~! You guys told me I was going to fail. You must have thought it was funny when I said I wanted to be a singer when I had no money and no background. Fuck~! I know. But look at me! Where I am right now! Who is the crowd cheering for? Everybody put your hands up!”

Everyone raised their hands high.

A female singer added the chorus.

“Look at him now! Where is he~”

“Everyone is cheering for me. You’re a fucking punk who only sings trot at events! President Kim! Do you have anything to say? Trash President Kim told me that fucking punks like you are all over the world. That’s all… … .”

He continued rapping excitedly.

On the screen, a sensual b-boying dance faded out, and a cinematic scene appeared.

The video showed a middle-aged man who looked like a gangster slapping and insulting a young-looking girl.

I wondered if Shinnae-ga was acting, but since this ghost ship is a world he created, this kind of directing would be a piece of cake.

I think I roughly know the story of the character Shinnae.

In a way, it was a predictable story.

In the music video, Shinnae tries everything to achieve her dream of becoming a singer.

I went on audition programs, busked, and even worked for a corrupt entertainment agency.

But none of them worked out properly.

At the audition, he didn’t even make it past the preliminary round, and the only audience member for his busking was a woman.

The entertainment agency forced him to abandon hip-hop and become a trot singer, performing at events and at night.

Shinhan thought that all these failures were the result of a lack of connections and money.

“I had one fan, but I couldn’t return the love she gave me. Frustrated and desperate, I saw death.”

The backstage footage showed Shinnae walking away from a woman in a tragic yet romantic way.

Then, Shinnae-ga appeared standing on the bridge.

“You know the bridges! Seongsu Bridge, Banpo Bridge, Incheon Bridge, I tried to dive from them. Every time, the water flowing under the bridges told me. You can do it! You will do it! All the sloppy singers who have money, a hundred, and luck will be swept away by the water and only you will remain! I believed! Trust me!”

He rapped excitedly as if he was complaining about his life at a drinking party.

Shinnae’s song has a certain sincerity to it, and although the diction is a bit sharp, his rapping skills aren’t that bad either.

But, as the agency president said, that level is too much and too harsh.

Even though the instructors who came to teach had much better skills, they only had a limited number of albums and at best, they uploaded digital sound sources to YouTube.

To be blunt, only a select few can succeed in their field.

Choice can be either the network of people you’re excited to meet or money.

It could be luck, talent, skill, or effort.

It’s unfair, but there’s nothing I can do about it because being a singer isn’t something you can do by taking a test.

It might not be easy to accept this situation.

I understand.

But you have to overcome that process to move on to the next step.

Otherwise, you will get caught up in your emotions and turn dark like that.

Many criminals have taken this tech tree.

He poured out his failures and emotions in a heartfelt and detailed manner.

He didn’t tell me how he got the egg he wanted, how he transformed, and how he took control of the ghost ship.

“All those who denied my success and called my songs trash, now have their throats choked with water and can no longer sing. Yes! If there’s anyone who doubts me, challenge me right here and now. If you have the guts, let’s have a fair fight!”

The audience cheered at Shinnae’s provocative hand-waving performance, but no one stepped forward.

“Excitingly awesome!”

“The only singer in a world submerged in water!”

“No one can beat the King of Singers, Shinnaegi!”

Shinnae looked down at the audience adoring her with a satisfied face.

At that moment, a ‘jjiing!’ microphone noise sound rang out.

“Mic test one, two. Challenge!”

I picked up the microphone that had fallen on the stage and shouted.

People’s eyes were turned towards me.

The expressions of surprise were particularly eye-catching, but Shinnae’s expression of bewilderment was particularly eye-catching.

“Check it out! Boom hit boom tootook!”

I put my hand over my mouth and beat boxed.

Beatboxing, like dancing, is something I learned in youth leadership classes.

“Check this out! Yo! Shy guy. You called me the shy guy, but I’m not shy. I’m the lion with the mic. You’re the shy guy! Shy shy shy life story, shy shy shy. Who in the world lives without failure? Ilsan Bridge, Yanghwa Bridge, Mapo Bridge, Wonhyo Bridge. You and I have climbed them too. But we don’t look back and we move forward! Turn up voice! Bring it!”

My clean rhyming drew applause from the audience.

But when Shinnae-ga glared at him, he quickly shut his mouth.

He quickly grabbed the mic and started a counterattack with rap.

“Bring the beat back! You are just a guest on this cruise. I am the owner of this cruise! Who is your life in the hands of? Me! You know?”

“The punk guy might be able to snap my neck, but I’m better at beatboxing! Boom, boom! Boom! Boom! Woof!”

Shinnae’s face distorted in excitement at my diss.

“I said I would become the king of the underwater world. A success story that received the love and cheers of the audience while singing like a siren! This is not a place for amateurs who dare to run wild!”

“Who said that? A passing dog! Bark, bark!”

I made a dog barking sound.

Shinnae’s expression became even more distorted.

“I don’t know if a lowly person like you would know. The Star Bodhisattva told me. You must not die. You must become the king of the drowned world and sing in front of the new Dragon King.”

Finally, we have extracted some real, important information.

But Byul Bodhisattva! The new Dragon King, what is this?

While I was wasting time thinking, Shin-nae started to feel smug, thinking that she had won.

“Shy Guy is shy again. Is the lion a toothless lion? Shy rap no no! Shy, Shy rap is the best! Everybody say Shy number one!”

“Number one, let’s have fun!”

Perhaps encouraged by the audience’s cheers, he looked up at me excitedly and gave me a thumbs down.

I let out a snicker and then launched a counterattack.

“Shinna rap is the best? What? The last! The lowest! Check kick out! Why aren’t you dead? You only know how to make excuses about connections, money, and parents, why can’t you admit that you’re the worst rapper! Your rhymes are dead, and your punch lines are distorted. So you’re the last, the lowest, the loser guy!”

Shinnae’s face was distorted as if he had chewed shit.

A rap battle is no different from a war of words.

Above all, you need to manage your facial expressions. No matter how good you are at speaking or rapping, if you lose your composure when provoked by your opponent, you will simply lose.

In that sense, the excitement was already half-way there.

I didn’t let up on my counterattack, and continued to throw punches of venom.

“And yet you survived! Didn’t Bodhisattva tell you not to die? Didn’t he tell you to sleep? Stop sleeping. I can’t see the sleeping audience. Just sleep!”

This time the lime came out pretty well.

In particular, the rhymes of ‘Jara Bodhisattva’ and ‘Jara’ go together quite well.

At the word ‘Jara Bodhisattva’, Shinnae showed a surprised expression.

The star guardian deity has grown up and is now a bodhisattva, a star guardian deity.

When Shinnaegi was talking about the Bodhisattva, a music video of Byul Bodhisattva appeared on the screen behind the stage.

The figure was treated with shadow shading, but the bald head and protruding lips were just like the Bodhisattva Star.

I immediately thought of Byeoljubu.

Wow! Here comes the Star Guardian.

At that moment, it was such a surprising twist that I couldn’t fight back.

Byeoljubu played a big role in the collapse of the West Sea Dragon Palace.

But there hasn’t been a single story about the Byeoljubu since then.

I couldn’t even tell if he was dead or alive.

But it seemed unlikely that someone who had done such a great thing would die in vain, and rather, he would be hiding somewhere and plotting something.

Dr. Oh had a similar opinion to me.

Judging by the tenacity of the water creature and its characteristic of growing up, if it had not died when the Dragon Palace collapsed, Byeoljubu would still be alive today.

Since the Dragon Palace had disappeared, he suspected that it must have come up to land and that it might have some kind of connection with King Ohumpa of Socheongyun.

On the other hand, I wondered if it might have something to do with the water mole.

“Whoa! What? The last! The last!”

“Grow up! Grow up! Hehe!”

The audience responded with a funny rhyme.

Shinnaegi got angry at the sight and shouted.

“Whose audience are you?”

I watched the zombie-like audience members shut their mouths in horror and a stinging sensation.

When I see the audience reacting to my rap, does that mean I’m not completely hypnotized?

No, maybe it was my rap that caused the cracks in Shinnae’s song.

Then, it might be possible to break hypnosis with song.