From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

Chapter 987: Untouched Souls Premier (3)

The very first block screening for 'Untouched Souls' felt like a bloodbath. Most fans weren't able to get tickets, so they started a frenzy online.

Although the movie wasn't over yet, social media was flooded with reactions, screenshots from the red carpet, and even some blurry, sneakily-taken videos of June on screen.

The hashtags #JuneAsJian and #UntouchedSouls trended almost instantly, and everyone who hadn't managed to get tickets, like Jia and her friends, was feeling the fear of missing out.

Bora groaned as she scrolled through her feed. "I can't believe this. Why didn't we get tickets?" She clutched her phone dramatically, looking close to tears. "That could've been us. Watching June on the big screen..."

Jia sighed. "Well, sorry!" she exclaimed. "I found out about it late because I was busy job hunting."

"Goodness, I hate being an adult," she added. "I just want to spend my mom's money until the day I die."

Nari raised his hand. "I hope I don't live long!"

Her friends ignored her and continued to sulk due to their lack of tickets.

Bora sighed and shook her head. "Look, let us not worry. My cousin managed to sneak in, and she's filming the whole thing. We can get it by tonight if we're lucky!"

She lifted her phone with a smug smile, showing her friends the text message from her sketchy relative.

Jia's eyes widened. She slapped Bora lightly on the back of her head. "Are you serious? That's pirating!"

Bora stared back, frowning. "Oh, so you want me to tell her to stop filming?"

Jia nodded, firm in her resolve. "Yes! We need to watch it officially. For June! We need to give him the money we have!"

Bora rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. "I'm sure June wouldn't mind... I mean, do you even know how much this movie's made just from ticket sales in Korea?"

Jia shook her head. "No, I told you, I'm job hunting."

"Ten million. Ten million tickets were sold," Bora said, smiling as she saw Jia's jaw drop. "Imagine. And he's just getting started in the acting industry."

Back in the packed theater, the movie was reaching its climax. The screen showed an intense gathering-leaders of the other factions, all-powerful heirs, gathered in the same land.

The audience was drawn in, eyes wide, breaths held, knowing that something monumental was about to happen.

At the center of it all stood Yian, radiating a dark aura of dominance. He had done the unthinkable-he had killed Red, the Crimson heir.

The revelation of this murder had come in fragments, each more horrifying than the last, until finally, the truth was laid bare. Not only had he killed Red, but he had consumed his heart.

Yian had absorbed Red's soul, his power, and the darkness that came with it. He was becoming unstoppable, his strength now beyond mortal limits.

Hana's character, Mika, stepped forward, her face pale but determined. The decision she was about to make was clear in her eyes yet painful to watch.

She, too, was prepared to give herself up-to let Seon consume her own soul, adding her strength to his so that he might have a chance against Yian.

But Seon shook his head, eyes filled with sorrow. "No," he whispered, his voice breaking as he looked at her. "I can't... I won't do that to you."

Mika's face crumpled, her eyes filling with tears as she took his hands in hers.

"Please, Seon... I'm already lost. This is my choice."

But before they could say more, Yian's cold, mocking voice cut through the air, sending a chill through the theater.

"As expected," Yian sneered, his tone filled with disdain. "A weak character, broken by love. Such sentiments only serve to reveal the flaws of those unfit for true power."

He smiled cruelly, tilting his head. "It's why I shall reign-because I am free of such... distractions."

With a casual motion, he raised his hand and began to chant, his voice low and guttural, calling on dark magic to consume Mika's soul. He would take her strength as well, bend it to his will, leaving Seon powerless and broken.

But then, something happened. His spell didn't take hold.

Confusion crossed Yian's face, but he quickly masked it, trying again, his voice rising as he chanted louder. Yet nothing happened.

The camera slowly panned across the room, catching each face of the gathered heirs, tense and waiting. The audience held their breaths as the camera finally stopped-on Jian.

A collective gasp from the theater was heard.

Jian stood in the shadows-like he always did.

It was he who had disrupted Yian's spell, he who had betrayed his brother at this critical moment. His hands were clenched by his sides, his body tense, but his expression remained calm.

This was June's best moment. His face showed emotions that only those looking closely could catch-a lifetime's worth of secrets, of silent loyalty, turned to rebellion-all of it contained in his gaze. His betrayal was as quiet as it was devastating.

Yian turned to his brother, disbelief giving way to fury. "You... you would betray me?"

Jian's face remained impassive, though his eyes were filled with a fierce light. "For too long, I watched you destroy everything that stood in your path. But this-this is where it ends, Yian." Without another word, Yian unleashed the full force of his stolen power. The blast was enormous, a deadly wave of pure darkness that would leave nothing in its path.

But just as the attack reached its target, Jian moved, throwing himself in front of Seon.

The blast hit him with full force.

The silence in the theater was absolute as Jian's body staggered, his face twisting in pain. He collapsed to his knees, his breathing shallow, and his hand pressed to his side as blood seeped through his fingers.

Seon fell to his knees beside him, his hands hovering helplessly over Jian's wound. "Why?" he choked out, his voice breaking.

Jian's eyes fluttered, the fire in them dimming. "Because...," he whispered, struggling to speak as he looked up at Seon, his expression filled with an unspoken apology.

"This is the only way I can... make things right."

As his vision blurred, Jian's gaze shifted to Yian one last time, a faint, defiant smile on his

lips. "You'll never win, brother," he murmured. "Not while... they still believe." And then his eyes closed, his body going still, leaving the room in a stunned, grief-laden

silence.

Back in the theater, the audience was utterly captivated by June's performance. The way he'd conveyed Jian's pain and his final act of defiance-it was more than they'd expected. The unfiltered emotions left everyone stunned by the depth of his portrayal.

In the crowd, Bad Apple sat frozen, his notebook in hand. His fingers had hovered over the

page, ready to write down another critique. But instead, he found himself staring, unable to

look away.

"What is this movie?" he muttered.