TGCBGA 04
Why Did He Live Such a Messy Life?
“What a spectacle, truly.”
Yoo Yeon-seo pressed his throbbing temples.
Even setting aside Kang Jin-hu, who was injected with the basic knowledge of 2018, wouldn’t a person with common sense avoid causing such a scene? Even in 2207, you’d get heavily criticized for behaving like this in social life.
‘I seriously want to open up the head of the real Yoo Yeon-seo.’
Why did he live such a messy life? Because he’s a chaebol? Of course, in this era, it probably doesn’t matter for Joosung. It was already public knowledge that the successor was Yoo Geon-min and then Yoo Eun-ho, so Yoo Yeon-seo didn’t need to bear the risk of an owner’s reputation.
[SNS☆] Yoo Yeon-seo, ‘Click’ in front of a luxury car… “Not a second car, but a fifth car.”
Yoo Yeon-seo’s home interior revealed on SNS creates a buzz… The sofa alone is 50 million won.
On the contrary, every time Yoo Yeon-seo ran his ‘Hell Mouth,’ while people cursed him, everything related to him—the clothes he wore, the perfume, the furniture—sold like hotcakes. It must be the psychology of people who want to emulate the life of a wealthy chaebol.
According to an expert quoted in an article he found, Joosung, a leading Korean company with global influence, was the most active on social media and thus the most familiar to the public. The psychology was to worship and tear down him like an idol…
Indeed, his older brother, who wasn’t an entertainer, even had a home master, so the attention poured on Yoo Yeon-seo wasn’t solely because of his image as a bad actor.
Wait a minute, thinking about it this way…
“Having a bad image isn’t necessarily a poison, is it?”
Is there any other ‘star’ in South Korea with such a huge impact, whether positive or negative?
Beta-9 had injected not only the basic common sense of 2018 but also the general knowledge of an ordinary 26-year-old man living in this country. He knew enough about the entertainment industry to recognize the top stars and their popularity, even if not in detail.
But whatever they did, it would likely not be as provocative as the social media posts Yoo Yeon-seo uploaded.
“My acting… I just need to do it well.”
If you start well and then fail, you get heavily criticized, but if you start badly and then succeed, you’ll be re-evaluated with the thought, ‘You still put in the effort!’
To be honest, Kang Jin-hu only came to the past with the singular desire to become an actor, so he wasn’t certain about acting yet. But with Yoo Yeon-seo’s wealth, he could surely hire a decent acting coach with money.
“Good. Not bad.”
Yoo Yeon-seo smiled faintly. But there was another hurdle.
From reading the community posts and watching the videos, he realized that Kang Jin-hu and Yoo Yeon-seo had quite different personalities. And he had to live out the rest of his life in Yoo Yeon-seo’s body.
“I’m confident in acting out the rebellious part, but…”
He felt completely unsure about having to act out a person’s entire 26-year life. To settle as Yoo Yeon-seo, he needed enough information to fool his family…
“Beta.”
<Yes, Master.>
“Is there any way to receive Yoo Yeon-seo’s memories, just like you injected the basic information of 2018?”
<I have collected and stored the memories of the real Yoo Yeon-seo. Would you like to execute Automatic Memory Synchronization?>
Yoo Yeon-seo hastily raised his hand.
“Wait, how much will that affect my body?”
<If you synchronize all the memories, your organs and brain will shrivel, and you will vomit blood from every orifice of your body, experiencing immense pain…>
“Stop, I understand without all the detail.”
He might die while downloading the memories? That’s out of the question. Even yesterday, the medical staff and attendants fussed over him when he collapsed after vomiting blood.
He received a call from his brother, Yoo Eun-ho, immediately after regaining consciousness. At this rate, he might be confined by his family before he can even start his dream acting career.
“What’s a way to receive the memories without straining my body?”
<…In that case, would you like to experimentally synchronize a randomly edited 1% of the memories?>
“And what happens if I receive that?”
<You may lose consciousness. Hmm… it will be similar to yesterday.>
Yesterday? Collapsing and vomiting blood? That’s manageable… They’ll probably assume it’s a complication from the car accident.
No, if he gets caught, he might be confined in the hospital, not just by his family. Yoo Yeon-seo looked at the clock. Eleven PM, perfect timing. He firmly told the people waiting outside that he was going to sleep and not to wake him, then sat on the bed.
“I’m not going to die young by constantly vomiting blood, am I?”
<Do not worry about that. It is merely a temporary side effect of memory synchronization and will not cause long-term harm to your body, Master.>
He did recover quickly for someone who vomited blood. If that’s the case, it’s fine then. Yoo Yeon-seo held a wad of tissues to his mouth and nodded.
<Starting random memory synchronization.>
As Beta-9 finished speaking, his vision went black.
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Memory Fragments (0.72% Synchronization)
[So, you’re quitting?]
[Yes! I’m sick of this dirty business! I can’t do it anymore!]
[Hey! Where are you going! You have to at least drive me home!]
Intense from the start.
The manager, having abandoned Yoo Yeon-seo on the street, opened the driver’s door and got into the car. But he couldn’t drive off. Yoo Yeon-seo was holding the door shut.
The manager got out of the car again and moved aggressively close to Yoo Yeon-seo. But Yoo Yeon-seo didn’t even flinch.
[Hey, let me give you some advice as someone your age.]
[What? Are you in any position to give advice?]
[If you live like such a dog, you might end up getting stabbed somewhere.]
The manager glared, pointing his index finger at Yoo Yeon-seo. Yoo Yeon-seo, unfazed by the obvious finger-pointing, retorted.
[If I get stabbed, do you think the guy who stabs me will walk away safe? And live like a dog? Do you think Joosung, my family, is a training center for bastards?]
[Ha! You truly disrespect people right up to the end. You have nothing to brag about but the precious bloodline of the Joosung Group…]
[Isn’t that an odd thing for you to say, since you weren’t even born into that bloodline? How much do you get paid as a road manager? Do you get even 1 million won? You beggar, is that enough to live on?]
As Yoo Yeon-seo sneered, the manager’s face turned scarlet, and he swallowed his rage. He took a deep breath and lowered his voice.
[Listen carefully. You might think you’re talented, that’s why you get lead roles and have endless work, but that’s not it. Don’t be delusional.]
[What?]
[Your mother, Vice Chairwoman Choi, and your grandfather, Chairman Yoo! You don’t know that whenever you join a project, they pour in investments and sponsorships to provide support, do you? People cast you because they see that behind you. Understand?]
Yoo Yeon-seo blinked, seemingly confused. Why would his mother do that? And his grandfather was definitely not that kind of person.
Every time they were forced to meet for family gatherings, the grandfather would rage at him to quit being an entertainer, and Yoo Yeon-seo would flare up and retort. As a result, family gatherings always turned into a mess with Yoo Yeon-seo and Chairman Yoo Chang-ho fighting.
And Yoo Yeon-seo was the type of person who believed he was cast in roles and had continuous work because he was excellent, talented, and capable. He thought the manager was just making up lies to spite him.
[The result after all that investment is you. You, with your terrible acting, being overshadowed even by supporting leads.]
[Ha—!]
[Don’t disrespect people when you have no talent. It looks pathetic. Just drink and party like other second-generation chaebols, okay? Go live by showing off your wealth. Stop jumping around trying to be a bad actor.]
[Hey! This car, this car belongs to our company!]
[I’ll return it myself, so mind your own business and worry about yourself!]
Shaking off Yoo Yeon-seo’s hand and slamming the door shut, the manager immediately drove off. As if words weren’t enough, he rolled down the driver’s window and flipped off Yoo Yeon-seo, who was left behind.
[What?!]
Yoo Yeon-seo, left stranded, let out a frustrated and indignant breath. He nervously took out his phone and pressed the screen.
[Hey, CEO Han. Come pick me up.]
(Surely… he’s not quitting again?)
[I didn’t just quit, he left me stranded on the street! CEO Han, are you not hiring people properly?]
(That’s because you acted like a brat… Ha, never mind.)
CEO Han Jun-ho groaned audibly. Yoo Yeon-seo ignored him, clenching his teeth as he looked down the road where the manager had disappeared.
[How dare he disrespect me?]
(He wasn’t disrespecting you; you were disrespecting him! How many times is this now? This is the twelfth time! There’s a limit to how often you can replace people!)
[Forget it! Just come pick me up!]
(Ha… I’m going to die taking care of your messes. What’s your location? I’ll send Director Park, so please stay put and don’t cause any trouble.)
The memory fragment ended there. He drifted in a black void for a few seconds before moving toward another memory.
[Excuse me, Mr. Yoo Yeon-seo!]
A woman shouted loudly from the end of the corridor. Yoo Yeon-seo, about to head back to his car after finishing a schedule, turned around.
[Who are you?]
[I, I’m a drama writer named Jung Da-hee.]
The woman, who introduced herself as Jung Da-hee, clutched a script tightly to her chest.
[Jung Da-hee? Never heard the name… What are your previous works?]
[W-Well, that is…]
She was technically a drama writer. She had a record of winning various contests and received many offers to be an assistant writer for famous writers, but since her own work hadn’t been produced yet, she was essentially an aspiring writer.
Yoo Yeon-seo, immediately catching on to her hesitancy, clicked his tongue.
[Never mind. Just tell me what you want.]
[I, would you please take a look at this script?]
Jung Da-hee nervously held out the script to Yoo Yeon-seo with trembling hands. Yoo Yeon-seo frowned in annoyance.
[Ha… Why are there so many people like this lately?]
Jung Da-hee flinched. She had heard industry rumors that if Yoo Yeon-seo agreed to a project, it would be smooth sailing from production to broadcasting. That’s why she desperately sought him out.
[Shouldn’t you be writing another line for your synopsis instead of doing this? I don’t need the script.]
Yoo Yeon-seo, fed up with such requests, walked away without even glancing at the script. Jung Da-hee was left behind with a tearful expression.
And then his vision went black again.
The perspective was notably low, suggesting a childhood memory. Outside, pink cherry blossoms were scattering, and the spring breeze blowing gently through the open door was pleasant.
With an excited heart, he tip-toed. Entering a room at the end of the hallway to call someone, the young Yoo Yeon-seo looked inside and screamed loudly.
[Aaaahk!]
His vision crackled as if there was noise on a camera. Even in his panic, Yoo Yeon-seo slammed the door shut and locked it.
[What happened? Hey! Yoo Yeon-seo!]
A young voice called him from behind the closed door. It was his older brother, Yoo Eun-ho. He had rushed over upon hearing Yoo Yeon-seo’s scream, but the locked door wouldn’t budge.
[Yeon-seo! Open the door!]
A white curtain swayed with the spring breeze. No, it wasn’t a curtain.
[Hey! Yoo Yeon-seo!]
[Young Master? What’s the matter?]
[Ma’am, please give me the key!]
Through what he’d mistaken for a curtain—a skirt—someone’s legs appeared heavily. They were hanging in mid-air.
Yoo Yeon-seo slowly raised his head. His vision crackled again. He probably couldn’t fully recall the memory due to the great shock.
[Yeon-seo, the lady went to get the key, so open the door before I have to force it open.]
[Don’t open it!]
[What?]
Yoo Yeon-seo was sobbing. Yoo Eun-ho, hearing the sound of crying from behind the door, banged on it.
[Don’t look!]
[Don’t look at what! Hey!]
Yoo Yeon-seo gasped for breath, staring at the person suspended in the air. Through the crackling vision, he saw lifeless eyes…
[Huh, uh… uh…]
Panicked, Yoo Yeon-seo breathed heavily. Tears streamed down his eyes. After stammering for a long time, he opened his mouth.
[…Mom.]
“Hah…!”
<Body danger detected. Memory synchronization is being canceled. Synchronization rate: 0.72%>
His head was burning hot and throbbing. Mom? What does that mean? Then who is Vice Chairwoman Choi that the manager mentioned?
‘What is this now…’
Just when one problem seemed solvable, another one poked its head out. But before he could think further, he suddenly vomited blood and collapsed onto the bed.
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