Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 193

Some people fixate on color in films.

How a movie chooses to express its color palette—

Pastel tones for lighthearted stories.

Deep blues and blacks for darker narratives.

Color was an extension of a film’s identity.

And in True Hero—

"The overall tone is dark... but police scenes have sunlight, while the protagonist snuffs out whatever light remains."

The contrast was deliberate.

Black and navy painted the hero’s silhouette,

accentuating his brutality.

The occasional crimson flashes weren’t his colors.

They were stolen—

Belonging to others.

"They really went all in."

The audience could clearly see the director’s intent.

And yet—

The film marched forward without pause.

"W-why are you doing this?!"

"Do I need a reason to kill criminals?"

The leader of the human trafficking ring—

armed with a gun—

was subdued almost too easily.

A man with no proper training,

trembling with fear,

could never aim properly.

His bullet missed.

And in that moment—

the hero shattered his knee.

CRACK.

"AAAAARGHHH! AAAAAA!"

"Quit whining."

Breaking a man’s knee and calling it whining.

The scariest part?

The hero’s face barely changed.

A typical movie psychopath would either grin,

revel in the moment,

or exhibit some kind of extreme behavior.

But—

"You think you’re any different? You’re just the same. This is murder."

"I know."

No dramatic theatrics.

No self-righteous justifications.

The hero simply continued.

Methodical.

Routine.

Like a butcher preparing meat.

He studied Ji Hyuntae’s face for a brief moment.

Ji Hyuntae—desperate—begged for his life.

"P-please... Please spare me..."

"Funny. They all say the same thing when they’re about to die."

The conversation ended there.

With one punch—

the hero snapped Ji Hyuntae’s spine,

killing him instantly.

He picked up the gun.

And then—

Ring-ring-ring.

He called the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) police.

And left.

The one-take sequence still wasn’t over.

As the camera zoomed out—

The entire warehouse became visible.

Corpses.

Every single body with a broken neck.

"Holy shit."

Someone in the audience whispered without thinking.

The scene was grotesque.

This was justice, wasn’t it?

Crime meets punishment.

The so-called triumph of good over evil.

And yet—

The sheer realism of it left the audience unsettled.

It made them question.

Could they really cheer for something like this?

From a distance,

through the safety of news articles, headlines, and internet forums,

people said—

"Vigilante justice is necessary."

"Criminals deserve to die."

But now—

seeing the process, the consequences, the bodies—

Words failed them.

They all realized something.

"This... isn’t a cathartic revenge movie."

This wasn’t just a story about a criminal hunting other criminals.

It didn’t serve up satisfying retribution.

This was something else entirely.

WEEEOOOO WEEEOOOO

Sirens blared in the distance.

A fleet of police cars sped toward the warehouse.

By the time they arrived—

the hero was long gone.

"Jesus Christ. How many people did he kill?"

The officers inspected the scene.

But there was no witness.

No one to report the crime.

Which meant—

the person who called it in was obvious.

"They’re all dead."

Detective Choi Yongsoo stepped inside the warehouse.

The stench of fresh corpses.

The metallic tang of blood.

Each step he took—

the floor stuck to his shoes.

He surveyed the massacre.

Bodies—

twisted like broken dolls.

Some of them—

eyes wide open, frozen in terror.

"He even made sure they were dead."

The police analyzed the scene.

A gun had been fired—

but the weapon itself was missing.

And as they pieced together the details—

"Still... the people he killed were major criminals."

"What?!"

Choi Yongsoo snapped.

"So what?"

"H-huh?"

"So what do you want? A fcking medal for him? A bravery award?"*

He shoved his subordinate in frustration.

"This guy is tearing apart the legal system. Is vigilante justice actually justice to you?"

"I-I didn’t mean—"

"Like hell you didn’t. You read the headlines, didn’t you?"

‘Slow, ineffective police—faster justice instead.’

"Did that actually make sense to you?"

"I... I’m sorry."

"For fck’s sake, don’t fall for that bullsht. He’s just another criminal. A monster feeding off attention."

By now—

the hero had killed nearly thirty people.

And yet—

the media praised him.

"Vigilante."

"Executioner."

"True Hero."

They romanticized him.

Framed him as a symbol—

while simultaneously condemning the police.

"Everyone's clapping. Does that actually make him a hero?"

Choi Yongsoo felt his faith in the system waver.

Was any of this right?

Were they actually doing their jobs?

Lowering sentences for rehabilitation—

was that really the correct path?

Every time these thoughts crept in,

he forced himself to focus.

"A criminal killing another criminal doesn’t erase the crime."

A crime was a crime.

It didn’t matter if it was done with good intentions.

That fact would never change.

"I’ll be outside. Call me when forensics arrives."

"Yes, sir!"

Feeling suffocated,

Choi Yongsoo stepped outside and walked toward a nearby convenience store.

Maybe something sweet would help clear his mind.

That was when he saw him.

A young man.