Chapter 7

I woke up to soreness in muscles I didn't even know I had.

Last night, I had pushed through the system's Daily Training Tasks—thirty minutes of dance, thirty minutes of singing, and thirty minutes of rap. And the results?

Well… let's just say I had work to do.

By the time I wrapped up my singing practice, my throat was sore, and my pride was bruised. Dancing wasn't much better—my limbs flailed like they had a mind of their own. And rap? Let's not even talk about that.

Ding!

[Host has completed all daily tasks! +10 Heart Points!]

Only 10? At this rate, I'd be an idol before I even unlocked the shop.

With a groan, I rolled out of bed and grabbed my phone. The system's mission still loomed over me:

[Mission: Join the idol competition show, Phoenix Entertainment!

Goal: Make it into a debut group.]

I had no idea what I was doing, but if the system wasn't going to let me back out, I might as well go all in.

With a resigned sigh, I reached for my phone.

"Phoenix Entertainment idol competition…" I muttered, typing into the search bar.

Within seconds, the official website popped up. A flashy banner filled the screen:

[SIGN-UPS NOW OPEN!]

I hesitated, staring at the glowing "Apply Now" button.

This was it. The point of no return.

Maybe I should stall. Train a little more before signing up. Or better yet—

Ding!

[Reminder: If Host does not apply within 24 hours, the mission will be considered a failure.]

I clenched my jaw. "Of course there's a time limit."

With one last deep breath, I pressed the button.

"Application submitted."

And just like that, my fate was sealed.

There was no turning back now.