Hwanung stared at her for a moment, his mind spinning. Join her? Get in some strange van? What was this, a scene from a cliché drama? He wasn't dumb to thinkml that this situation screamed suspicious.
Then again, she didn't look threatening, how threatening can a mortal be a godly being like him, and honestly, she didn't seem like she was lying. Her excitement felt genuine.
Still, as the son of the Heavenly Lord, Hwanung wasn't about to just leap into anything without thinking. He glanced around, noticing how people were still whispering, snapping pictures, and pointing at him like he was some kind of walking anomaly.
Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to take a minute and figure things out somewhere quieter.
His reasoning felt oddly… human. He hated that. But the council's stupid rules tied his hands. They'd made sure none of the gods could sidestep these human challenges entirely. Food, shelter, money—it didn't matter how divine he was, he still needed to deal with them. And right now? He had none of those yet he was forced to attend school.
No place to sleep, no money to buy anything, and certainly no connections.
Plus,Jaehee mentioned something about being an idol. He knew the term—he'd done his research before coming down to Earth. Idols were like modern-day demigods in Korea, revered and adored. And while fame wasn't exactly his goal, it wouldn't hurt to have a stable source of income and some societal clout while he figured out his next steps.
He couldn't exactly tell people he was the son of the Lord of Heaven and expected free handouts.
Still, he wasn't about to look desperate. That wasn't his style.
She tilted her head, her grin softening. "You don't have to say yes right away. I just… I think you'd be amazing in the industry. You've got it all, you know? That thing everyone wants but can't describe. Just give me a chance to explain, and if you're not interested, I'll drop you off wherever you need to go."
He sighed softly. She was persistent, he'd give her that. "Alright," he finally said, his tone calm but decisive. "I'll hear you out."
Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights. "Great!" She stepped aside, gesturing for him to climb in.
He hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping into the van. The inside was sleek and modern, decked out with plush seats and a faint scent of vanilla air freshener. It was a far cry from the cramped and rickety mortal transportation he'd imagined.
Jihae slid in after him and closed the door. "Okay, so here's the deal," she said, turning to face him as the driver pulled away. "I work for one of the top entertainment agencies in Seoul. We're always scouting for fresh talent, and, well, you… you're beyond perfect. Seriously, it's like you walked out of someone's daydream."
He leaned back in the seat, studying her carefully. "You're offering me a job based on my face?"
She laughed, a little nervously. "Well, yeah. But it's not just that! Being an idol is about charisma, stage presence, connecting with people. And honestly, you've got this… vibe. I can't explain it, but I just know you'd kill it out there. I know for sure!"
Hwanung considered her words. He wasn't entirely convinced, but there was a certain practicality to the idea. He needed a foundation—a way to navigate this world without relying solely on his powers. And if becoming an idol offered that opportunity, maybe it wasn't the worst idea.
"Let's say I agree," he said slowly. "What exactly would I need to do?"
Jihae's grin widened. "Leave that to me. You just need to show up, follow the training, and trust me. I promise you won't regret it."
Trust. That was a tall order. But for now, it seemed like his best option.
"Fine," he said, his voice steady. "I'll give it a shot. But don't think you can push me around."
She laughed again, this time more freely. "Deal."
As the van cruised through the streets of Seoul, Hwanung couldn't help but glance out the window, taking in the chaos of the city. Neon signs, bustling crowds, and the strange blend of tradition and modernity. He had a feeling this was just the beginning of a very… unexpected chapter in his life.
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The city sprawled beneath him, neon lights flickering in rhythmic patterns, a pulsating heartbeat that mirrored his own. Daegon stood by the massive window of his penthouse, the glass cool against his fingertips. His apartment was sleek, minimalist—leather couches, abstract art, and a state-of-the-art sound system that hummed with potential.
It wasn't luxury for the sake of showing off; it was calculated, like everything he did.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he sipped from a crystal glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the city lights. His phone buzzed on the marble counter behind him—yet another message from an agency begging him to sign. YG, SM, HYBE… they all wanted him, and why wouldn't they? His face was already plastered across billboards and screens, his songs topping charts.
Just a month in this world, and he'd climbed to the top like it was child's play.
The entertainment industry? A joke. It didn't take much more than his natural talent—singing that could make hearts stop, acting that pulled people into his orbit. Hell, even the media couldn't get enough of his cocky yet irresistible charm.
Daegon chuckled to himself, low and dark. "Humans are so fucking predictable," he muttered, taking another sip.
His eyes burned as they scanned the city, a predatory glint in their depths. This was just the beginning. Daegon wasn't here to play by anyone's rules. He had no council to answer to, no divine laws to obey.
South Korea was his, and soon, it would realize that.
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The office was sharp, clean, intimidating—floor-to-ceiling windows framing a view of Seoul's skyline. Behind a polished desk of dark wood, a nameplate glinted under the soft light: CEO Seoryeon.
She sat back in her chair, legs crossed, one hand cradling a ceramic mug of green tea. Her gaze was steady, calculating, as if she was always three steps ahead of everyone in the room. The tailored suit she wore fit her like a second skin, exuding confidence and control, the faintest hint of a smirk resting on her lips.
"So they're here? Then the world is going to turn up side down! But whose going to save humanity, who's the Champion? We the gods and goddesses of the past or...? Or "THEM"? But that's not possible. Unless they left someone behind before they disappeared?"
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