From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show-Novel

Chapter 422  Lil' Fanboys

June knew neither EVE nor SPADES could rival CHAOS' popularity at the moment. However, June hoped for a miracle. "CHAOS!" Wonbin exclaimed. But then again, miracles rarely happened. June pursed his lips and accepted the result. His members, however, slumped down, finding it hard to be happy in the given situation. The judges even said they had the best performance out of all the participants, but they still didn't win in the end. "CHAOS gained 7,890,432 votes for this round, while EVE and SPADES gathered 7,832,765 votes. It was a close call, but CHAOS reigned on top in the end!" Wonbin continued. June was pleasantly surprised by the small gap. He didn't know it would be this close, and it took away some of his disappointment. The second mission's scores were added to the existing scoreboard on the screen, and EVE now overtook OCTA with a much bigger gap. However, the gap between CHAOS and EVE was still quite large—with CHAOS having a five million lead. "Here is the current scoreboard," Wonbin gestured. "If you see your names at the bottom, don't be discouraged. You can always climb your way to the top. Just look at June—he became EVE's center after hanging around in the bottom for some time." June shyly looked to the side as their attention turned to him. His members teased him, and he subtly glared to get them to stop. "Now, since CHAOS won the last mission, they have yet another benefit." "Is it going to be a big one again?" "These benefits need to be nerfed. They give CHAOS such a big advantage." "Don't worry!" Wonbin chuckled, hearing their complaints. "This week's advantage will not directly affect the third performance. Instead, CHAOS will only be given an advantage on your very first pre-mission!" "Pre-mission?" Robby asked, raising his hand. "Yes!" Wonbin responded. "Aside from shaping your performance skills, King of Kings also aims to make you into well-rounded artists! These pre-missions will not only give you certain advantages, but they'll also help you build new skills." "And we'll have a pre-mission this week?" Jordan asked. "Yes," Wonbin responded. "In fact, you'll have it today!" "Today?" Nico exclaimed, baffled by the speed of the events. "But before we get to that, let me introduce the second mission," Wonbin said. "Please turn to the screen." The contestants exchanged curious glances as the large screen behind Wonbin flickered to life. In bold letters, the word "IDOL" appeared.

"Idol?" "That's it?" "What are they thinking of?" "Now, before you think this is just a spelling bee, let me explain further," Wonbin announced. "What is an idol?" he asked. The participants fell into a hush as they let the question sink in. What is an idol?

"I'm sure you have some answers in your mind, but I'm also sure that most of you can't define what an idol is with just mere thoughts. As idols, we believe that the best way you can answer this question is through a performance!" The participants started to understand SBC's intention. However, June was still not convinced that it was going to be as simple as that. "However," Wonbin quickly added. "You'll all be given the same chord progression—the same tune." "The same chord progression? Then, it'll feel like we're performing the same song!" "I'm glad we don't have to make a song from scratch, but isn't this too much? They should have given us different tunes." Ren leaned closer to June. "This is going to be difficult," he muttered.

June nodded in agreement. "Original lyrics, original choreography, but the same foundation. Show us how you can redefine what an idol is!" The participants couldn't help but clap as Wonbin finished his speech. Even if the mission sounded like a pain in the ass, they couldn't deny that it was also a genius idea. "However, before we reveal the chord progression, we're going to have the pre-mission!" The participants were getting overwhelmed by the information being bombarded to them. Wonbin glanced at his watch and smirked. "Right now, special guests have arrived in the next room, and they're going to judge you in this pre-mission." "But first, let me tell you about the advantages you can win so you become encouraged to win the pre-mission. First—the winner will have the privilege of listening to the chord progression two days before everyone else! Not only that, but they'll also pick the sequence of performances," Wonbin said. The members of EVE turned to each other, determined. Although it sounded trivial, hearing the chord progression ahead of everybody else would give them more time to curate their performance. "Now, do you have any questions?" Wonbin asked. Nashon raised his hand. "What about our benefit for winning last week?" he asked. "You'll find out when we're in the next room," Wonbin answered. "Other questions?" The room turned silent, so Wonbin took the opportunity to end the conversation. "Since there are no more questions, let's now move to the next room," he exclaimed. The participants stood, still reluctant since they didn't know what to expect. "Do you guys have any idea what we're doing?" Akira asked. "No idea," Jaeyong said. They entered the room and were immediately surprised when they saw familiar people inside. "Kim Seobin?" Jisung exclaimed, his mouth agape. He felt shocked to see the lead male actor of the show he was currently obsessed with. He turned to Akira, and they held hands before dilly-dallying like little girls. The other participants looked at them weirdly, but they didn't care at all. "Minho?" Jaeyong called, recognizing the person beside Seobin. Minho stood and proudly smiled at the boys. "EVE! It's been a while. I hope the group is doing well." "What's going on?" "Why are Seobin and Minho here?" "What is SBC planning again?" The others were still confused about the arrival of the two actors, but June already figured it out. [Lucky! You've stepped on a mission. Impress the three actors to improve one chosen aspect!] "Three?" June whispered. Just then, the door opened, and a breathless, beautiful woman came in, making all of the boys turn toward the door. She closed the door before turning to the boys, her hair cascading down her waist. "I'm sorry, I'm late. I had a meeting with my manager," she apologized, still breathless. Akira nearly dropped to the ground. "H—Hana Lim?" The source of this content ɪs Novᴇ(l)ꜰɪre .ɴᴇt