I Accidentally Became A Superstar

"For the next two months," the voice boomed again, "you will be competing with each other."

Everyone stiffened.

"And of course," the voice added with a mischievous tone, "the first challenge starts now."

"What the heck?" Misha muttered under her breath.

Another sound resonated. They thought the surprises were over, but the walls behind them shimmered before pulling back like sliding panels.

The cast turned their heads, eyes widening. Behind them was a spacious lounge, minimalistic and glowing with white ambient light. The centerpiece was a massive curved television screen mounted on a black wall. Velvet-lined chairs were scattered around the room, and snacks were neatly arranged on a long table.

"This," the voice explained, "is your waiting room. For most challenges, you will gather here, watch the others’ performances, and receive feedback."

"So we were in a box this whole time," Zeno whispered.

"It’s like we’re part of a simulation," Suho muttered, standing beside Zeno.

Gene PD cleared his throat, capturing everyone’s attention once more. "Each mission will be scored. Every week, the ones with the lowest scores—whether due to poor performance or lack of growth—will be eliminated."

"Of course," Ian chuckled. "Without any elimination, this won’t be considered a survival show."

"I want it even more now," Billy muttered. He had been in an idol survival program once, but he was cast aside pretty quickly. He wanted to relive everything, but better this time!