Chapter 1

### Holy Idol - Chapter 1 (1/902)

1. Causing a Broadcasting Accident

The second most terrible broadcasting accident in Korean history has just occurred.

People murmured and looked at the stage.

The PD bared his teeth and waved his hand, then, unable to contain his frustration, he drew a line across his throat with his finger.

It was a signal that if you didn't want to be cut, you should straighten up immediately.

The manager grabbed his hair with both hands and let out a silent scream.

The idol, who should have been showing off their hard work, dancing and squeezing out every drop of sweat, was standing still on the stage.

The idol, who had to act cute and ask, "Did I do a good job today?" to make a living, even if their hands and feet were cramped, was standing still.

The idol, who had to smile happily while tearing into chicken, even if they hated it, was standing still.

On the live stage, the idol just stood there.

They didn't even put on a broadcasting smile.

They didn't pretend to have a sore leg or stagger.

They just stood there, motionless.

It was no wonder that the broadcasting staff, fans, fellow idols, and viewers were shocked.

There were idols who, tired of their broadcasting careers, would half-heartedly perform on stage.

But at least they would move around a bit.

This idol, however, just stood there, causing a panic.

Even as the one who caused this panic, the idol's expression was infinitely calm.

It was as if the deafening music didn't even reach their ears.

If you looked at the idol's appearance alone, it might even seem like a saint.

And in fact, this idol was a saint, or more precisely, a high priest.

An unexpected high priest who had become an idol.

* * *

Nine hours before the incident.

The person who would drop a large bomb on a Korean broadcasting station was screaming at the mirror.

"Who is this! What is this!"

He was in a 12-pyeong (39.5 square meters) small dormitory, and the members were quickly brushing their teeth while using their feet to take off their sweatpants.

It was understandable that someone would scream and be surprised.

However, the members just glanced at him and spat out harsh words.

"Here he goes again."

"Ah, it's boring."

"Stop looking at the mirror, you lunatic."

They were an idol group that had been in obscurity for so long that their nickname was "submarine," and their relationships had become very strained after years of anonymity and ridicule.

With the contract period about to end, they needed to show some results, and it was frustrating to see him doing strange things in front of the mirror.

Moreover, the one who screamed was often known for doing strange things even in normal times.

Because of this, even while riding in the car to the shop, getting their hair styled, and applying makeup, and even when they arrived at the waiting room of the broadcasting station, no one paid much attention to him.

Even when he repeatedly asked, "Who are you guys?" "Where am I?" "What's going on?" no one paid attention.

If they had paid more attention to him, they would have noticed that his face was very pale and his hands were trembling.

They would have realized that he was truly very shocked and constantly looking around.

"Why are you like that?"

The first person to find him strange was the stylist who came to check the costumes 40 minutes before the rehearsal.

"Is something wrong with you?"

The stylist asked, seeing his bad complexion.

However, most of the members were not there, as they were busy greeting people in the waiting room corridor.

The only member who was in the waiting room with him had a bad relationship with him.

"Leave him alone. He's always like that."

He turned his head, chuckling, at the sight of the trembling 'him.'

"Are you okay? Are you sick?"

When the stylist asked again, 'he' looked up with trembling pupils and repeated the question he had asked dozens of times.

"Where am I?"

The stylist laughed and replied,

"Where else? It's the waiting room."

"Who am I?"

'He' repeated, and the stylist answered reluctantly.

"You're Woonyou. An idol."

The member next to him added sarcastically,

"A submarine idol."

But 'he' didn't understand the member's submarine comment or the word "idol."

'He' clenched his fists and looked at the wall with trembling pupils.

It couldn't be helped.

Because 'he' was not Woonyou.

'He' was not a member of the unknown idol group 'Wild Animal,' who were mocked as a submarine, nor was he a young man who always acted strangely.

'He' was Rembleri, the high priest known for having the greatest divine power in history.

* * *

"What is going on here?"

Rembleri thought blankly, clasping his hands tightly.

Despite being called a living miracle and performing all sorts of miracles, this situation was hard to accept.

In the blink of an eye, he had become a completely different person.

He looked like a young man of about the same age, but everything else, from his hair color and eye color to his facial features, was completely different.

The surroundings were entirely different from the world he had lived in, and people's clothing was different.

People acted as if they knew him and called him "Woonyou the idol."

Even if he said he wasn't such a person, they wouldn't listen and dragged him into a strangely shaped building.

It was hard to understand what was going on.

"Did I enter someone else's body?"

Rembleri accepted part of the current situation in a room filled with mirrors.

He rechecked his divine power, which he had confirmed hundreds of times in the strangely shaped carriage.

Fortunately, his divine power was still full.

After making a small cut on his hand and healing it with divine power, the slightly depleted divine power quickly replenished.

His abilities were the same, despite the change in his physical appearance.

But why did this situation happen...

He recalled the last thing he experienced.

Someone successfully summoned a demon king, and the sky was covered by a black shadow.

A transparent dome appeared over the city, and the dome was covered by a black shadow.

The sun was blocked, and the city darkened.

People screamed, and strange monsters began to emerge from the dark ground.

Rembleri was the only one who could handle this situation.

He chanted a spell to resolve the situation, even at the cost of his life...

Yes. He thought he heard a chilling laugh at the end.

"You can't let that happen."

He also thought he heard these words.

Then he blinked, and he was in this situation.

"Did this happen to me?"

Rembleri clenched his fists, his face dark.

Or perhaps the person who summoned the demon king sent him to a different place.

As far away as possible.

"Damn it."

Rembleri gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

He was anxious about how the situation had changed after he left.

However, Rembleri couldn't indulge in his sorrow.

"Wild Animal. Wild Animal! Come out!"

Someone shouted in an irritated voice and pounded on the door. The young man who had been sitting on the sofa in front, fiddling with a strange black object, stood up and grabbed Rembleri by the neck.

"Let's go. It's our turn."

"Just a moment-"

"Hurry up."

Rembleri flailed his hands, but the young man just dragged him, regardless of whether he lost his balance.

When they went out into the corridor, the other young men who had come in the narrow carriage were jumping around.

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Come here!"

"He's hesitating!"

There was a brief commotion.

When he came to his senses, Rembleri was standing on a strangely shaped, huge stage.

The young men who had pushed him onto the stage lined up, and then an incredibly loud song began.

"What is this?"

Rembleri stood blankly, watching the young men suddenly start dancing.

As he watched the young men busily dancing all over the place, a person with a strange, dark glasses covering his eyes pointed at Rembleri and shouted,

"What are you doing?! Why aren't you standing straight?!"

Then the young men on the stage started pulling Rembleri around.

When the music ended, the young men took Rembleri back to the waiting room.

When Rembleri entered the waiting room, the young man with glasses, who had brought the young men in the carriage but did not go on stage, got angry.

"Woonyou, why aren't you standing straight? Are you already getting star disease even though you haven't made it yet? I told you that rehearsals are as important as the main stage! I told you to run around like your feet are on fire to find a good angle! Did I not?"

The only words Rembleri could understand in the glasses-wearing young man's speech were the words.

"Star disease... Did I get sick?"

"This kid, he's doing a strange concept again."

The glasses-wearing young man, with a seven-color, eight-color expression, lightly hit Rembleri's shoulder.

"Stop it, stop it! Why is the visual member doing strange things? Just stand still and smile! That's the best!"

"Visual member?"

Rembleri asked, confused, but no one explained it to him.

When Rembleri just stood there blankly, the glasses-wearing young man frowned and asked,

"Why are you like that? Are you really in pain somewhere?"

When Rembleri nodded, a young man with yellow hair interjected,

"Come to think of it, he fell and hit his head in the bathroom this morning."

"Really?"

The glasses-wearing young man asked in surprise.

Although Rembleri wasn't in pain, he nodded.

The glasses-wearing young man let out a sigh and grabbed his own hair with both hands.

"Oh, in this situation, you're really causing all sorts of trouble..."

He glared at Rembleri irritably and then suddenly went out the door.

He didn't come back right away.

Even after someone with a whistle appeared and said,

"Wild Animal! Get ready!"

he didn't come back.

When the glasses-wearing young man finally came back in a hurry, he warned Rembleri in a stern tone,

"I asked for a chair to be placed on the stage. When you go up, just greet and sit down. Just sit and move your mouth. Got it? Don't just stand there because you're in pain."

"Got it."

"That tone is strange, you know?"

The glasses-wearing young man got angry and gathered the young men who had come in the same carriage, making them put their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Listen up. This might be your last album. Got it? You need to show results this time to get the next album. You can't just hear the submarine sound forever, right? We've worked hard to get this position, so make a strong impression on the audience."

As soon as they let go of each other's shoulders, a person with a long string around their neck came and urged,

"This way."

Someone put a strange object in Rembleri's ear and stuck something sticky on his face.

Rembleri tried to tell the glasses-wearing young man that his body was very painful, his head hurt, and that he had something important to say, that he was not Woonyou, but he was dragged up to the stage again by the other young men.

The stage was wide and quiet.

There were many people in front of the stage, but they looked awkward.

Rembleri looked around blankly.

'Chair!'

Remembering that he was supposed to sit, he quickly looked around, but the chair the glasses-wearing young man mentioned was not there.

"Just dance!"

The young man standing next to him, uncomfortably close, whispered.

"I don't know how to dance!"

The moment Rembleri shouted, the same music as before started, and the young men on the stage simultaneously extended their hands and took a strange pose.