Chapter 8

The moment I submitted my application, the system wasted no time.

Ding!

[New Training Plan Activated!]

Before I could even process what was happening, a list of tasks flashed before my eyes.

[Daily Training Tasks]

Dance Practice – 1 hour

Singing Practice – 1 hour

Rap Practice – 30 minutes

Stamina Training – 30 minutes

[Special Bonus Task: Learn a full choreography]

Reward: +50 Heart Points

I groaned. "One hour of dance? You're trying to kill me."

[Host must improve! Fighting~!]

I shook my head. There was no arguing with a system that had already decided my fate.

First Up: Dance Training

I stood in front of the mirror, stretching awkwardly. Dance was my worst skill, and it showed.

The system played a simple routine for me to follow—an easy pop choreography. At least, it looked easy.

When I tried to copy it?

Let's just say my reflection was not my biggest fan.

Ding!

[Correction Mode Activated!]

Before I knew it, the system outlined my body in glowing blue lines, correcting my posture in real-time. It felt weird—like something was controlling my limbs, nudging them into the right positions.

After thirty minutes, I was drenched in sweat, but I could at least do the basic moves without tripping over my own feet.

Progress: 5%.

"Five percent?! That's it?"

[Hard work takes time, Host. Keep going!]

I wiped my forehead. This was going to be a long day.

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After barely surviving dance, I moved on to vocal training.

[Host must sing along with this track and maintain perfect pitch.]

A melody played, and I hesitated before singing. My voice wasn't terrible, but it wasn't idol level either.

By the time I finished the first song, the system displayed my results:

Pitch Accuracy: 60%

Breath Control: 40%

Emotion: 30%

"...I suck at this."

[Host is improving! Keep practicing!]

So encouraging. Too bad it didn't make me feel any better.

I sighed and started over.

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I took a deep breath and pressed play. The beat dropped, and I tried to rap along.

It was a disaster.

I either went too fast and tripped over my words, or I was so slow I sounded like a robot.

[Tip: Rap is about rhythm and flow. Feel the beat.]

I scowled. "Easier said than done."

Still, I kept going. Over and over, until my tongue wasn't completely betraying me.

Ding!

[Daily Training Complete!]

[+20 Heart Points Earned!]

I collapsed onto my bed, completely drained. My body ached, my voice was hoarse, and my brain felt fried.

And the worst part?

I had to do it all over again tomorrow.

I stared at the ceiling, catching my breath.

Maybe this idol thing wasn't so impossible after all.