Life is Easier If You’re Handsome-Chapter 339

Some successful people say they have no talent at all and rose purely through effort.
‘That’s complete nonsense.’
Kade Walker absolutely despised people who said things like that.
You’ve got to know how to own up to what you’ve got. It’s natural to want to elevate the value of all the effort you’ve put in. But when people hear “you’re talented,” it feels like it undermines that effort, so they push back.
He understood why people thought that way.
‘Everyone works hard, but the difference is whether talent backs it or not.’
Talent is inevitable when it comes to doing anything well. And to Kade, the biggest sign of talent was simple: fun.
You keep doing something because it’s fun. Even after failing countless times, you get back up—because it’s fun.
The more you do it, the more fun it gets. The more you know, the more exciting it becomes. And because every action is fun, momentum builds on its own.
Look at those “geniuses” who say they enjoy studying. That’s the ultimate proof they’re talented at it.
Feeling exponentially more enjoyment than the average person when doing something—That was Kade’s definition of talent.
And now, for the first time in his life...
“...I almost stopped enjoying football.”
...he had just witnessed someone with even greater talent than himself.
Right before he threw the ball, Kim Donghu had cut in sharp and snatched it away.
Thwack!
For the first time in his life, Kade realized—he’d been stripped by an amateur.
It was during the middle of the first half. They were winning by a landslide.
Just before the snap, both sides facing each other. Donghu, hiding just outside Kade’s field of vision, suddenly lunged in and snatched the ball.
Even if his position was linebacker, getting the ball stolen as a quarterback in an exhibition match? While still holding it?
That didn’t make any sense.
But the problem didn’t end with him stealing the ball.
“G-Get him!”
Thud!
Even as the linemen closed in on him from all sides—
Tap.
Donghu scooped the ball off the ground and then—
“...He’s taking it all the way to the touchdown?”
—scored.
“...Fucking psycho.”
Edward’s face twisted the moment his signature move was stolen.
“He can do that too now?”
Zain Lance laughed in disbelief.
They had both faced Kim Donghu up close. They knew exactly what he had just pulled off.
‘Scoring isn’t the point here.’
‘It’s not like the team’s synergy improved, or the combos suddenly clicked.’
He just did it. Alone.
In a game of 11 vs 11, he suddenly declared 1 vs 11—and forced it through.
Absurd physical gifts. The ability to read and execute instantly. Knowing where to dive in even when every opponent had eyes on him.
‘It’s like... a disaster from the sky just dropped in front of me.’
He was speechless.
And yet, Kade—had secretly wanted a moment like this all along.
Ever since he lost in Physical 300, he’d kept wondering what would’ve happened if they had met in a real match.
‘I’ll take linebacker. I’ll steal your ball myself.’
From this moment forward, honestly, Team Kim only had one real strategy.
Quarterback run. No pass, just grab and bulldoze through.
‘That’s the only thing we have to stop. Just that.’
Kade steeled himself. He made sure never to say that line out loud.
But right then—
“How far do you think you can go by yourself?!”
“You think you can do everything alone?! This isn’t a fighting ring, you know!”
Edward and Zain Lance couldn’t hold it in and blurted it out.
The infamous line—the loser’s flag. Kade thought it was the worst thing they could’ve said.
***
“He’s flipped that ridiculous score right on its head!”
“Team Kim takes a glorious victory in the Super Bowl Exhibition Football Match!”
“I mean—this is seriously unbelievable!”
“Honestly, he could enter the draft right now and go first overall.”
The game was over. The commentators couldn’t contain their excitement as they continued broadcasting.
“This might be controversial, but Donghu Kim today... was just on another level. He looked like a pro.”
“Agreed. Especially that chase with Kade? Unreal.”
“In the second half—wait, is that stat real? He ran 40 yards in 4.1 seconds?”
“It’s an exhibition match, so it’s unofficial, but... yeah. It’s been clocked.”
To be exact: 4.19 seconds for 40 yards. A record never officially reached before. The last known unofficial one was from the 1900s.
And he did it? Not even a pro athlete, but an actor?
People called it impossible. Claimed there must’ve been an error in the equipment.
‘As if.’
The match footage was already uploaded to YouTube, solid proof.
He’d shoved off the best linebacker in the game—Kade—with one hand.
Thud!
Using that impact to launch himself another step faster. That absurd act was now immortalized in HD footage.
1 vs 11.
That impossible feat skyrocketed the Super Bowl exhibition’s viewership ratings.
People said no broadcast could ever match it—unless Kim Donghu returned.
After the wildly successful exhibition match ended, the celebration party kicked off naturally. Players mingled in a light, festive atmosphere.
Except for two.
Kim Donghu and Natalie Beltman.
“You’re with Fate, aren’t you?”
“W-What?!”
They had slipped away from the banquet to the balcony, speaking in hushed voices.
“You’re way too obvious. Trying to trip me up while I’m playing?”
“N-No, what are you even... Fate?”
“Hovering around me so insistently... under normal circumstances, we wouldn’t even know each other.”
You tried too hard to sabotage me. Even Sims caught on to you.
Donghu stopped there and shrugged. So now, they were even showing themselves openly?
‘But why a woman?’
Guess they realized they couldn’t beat him head-on. So they tried seduction instead?
Too bad—he already had five wives (pending). No way he was adding another one now.
‘The polygamy law’s getting finalized soon anyway.’
Once it was legal, it was go-time. He planned to fly straight to the UK, use his knighthood, and hold a wedding at St. Paul’s Cathedral.
The grandest, most dazzling ceremony.
‘Even just inviting acquaintances would hit several thousand, so only the biggest venue will do.’
Anyway.
“Don’t you think I’m too far along for you to stop me now?”
“You could fall anytime. What if I sabotage the film we’re in together?”
“Then I’ll recast it. I’m at that level now.”
A weirdly anticlimactic exchange for something involving “Fate.” Then again, no one was trying to kill anyone anymore. They’d settled on “minor injury” at best—what more was there to say?
‘Just... make sure the movie I’m in turns out decent?’
In ArcBorn, there wasn’t even a direct romance between EJ and Morgan Stark. Morgan was more of a supporting ally. And if the series continued successfully, her role would gradually diminish.
It finally felt like things were really falling ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) into place. He could now focus purely on building his career.
‘Time to keep running like a madman.’
As long as Fate stayed visible, he could relax.
‘The invisible blade is always the scariest.’
Didn’t Fate know that quote?
***
March. The Super Bowl schedule was fully wrapped up.
And I kept filming.
Murcielago – Black Smoke, ArcBorn—and now SIN-NEW Bullet too.
‘So that Shin Seoyul... was that Shin?’
Maybe because I had too many projects that could carry a legacy now. Even “busy” didn’t begin to describe the killer schedule.
Especially—
“There’s another new script?”
“Yep. Seems they still want to revise a lot of Shin Seoyul’s parts.”
What could I even say about the John Wick sequel?
It felt like betting everything on the last remaining bullet.
Script revisions never ended. And along with that—
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The grading kept changing in real-time.
Sometimes A+.
Sometimes C.
But then... finally.
<SIN-NEW Bullet, S+>
S+.
That made three S+ scripts I was currently working on.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, all three were scheduled to premiere around the same time.
‘...If all three release at once, then what? Or even in the same year?’
Would I be competing... with myself?
As I thought about it—
‘Let’s dive in.’
Fwoooosh!
I entered the world of SIN-NEW Bullet, S+.