Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 256

How did it end up like this?

That doesn’t matter right now.

What matters is—what am I going to do now?

Bang!

Thud!

The sound of a body colliding and the muzzle flashing happen simultaneously.

Of course, the druggie didn’t hit me.

Taking him down wasn’t all that difficult.

It was just like repeating what I’ve done countless times in the ring.

To make sure it was a complete takedown, I didn’t hold back.

A shot to the liver, then the temple, the jaw, and finally the solar plexus.

A relentless combo.

In under thirty seconds, the druggie was on the ground.

And immediately after, a strange thought occurred to me.

No message from Sims? Really?

Whether he snuck in at dawn or used some trick—

This guy was armed and lurking inside.

This is exactly the kind of situation Sims usually gives me a heads-up about.

He warned me about the stalker... and even that lighting mishap.

Was it different this time because I could handle it on my own?

That didn’t quite add up. Something felt off.

“Donghu Kim!!! Are you alright?!”

Leaving the collapsed druggie behind,

the crew rushed in.

Filming, of course, was over.

Securing the scene came first.

I went straight to check on Evelyn.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I just... suddenly started crying... I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. Honestly, it helped. It gave me the opening I needed. Perfect timing.”

No visible injuries.

Didn’t look like she was hit by the stray shot either.

I felt relieved—but couldn’t stop thinking about Sims.

If there’s something coming... tell me already.

It’s like I’m an NPC in some game—

and someone just popped a random enemy out of the bathroom.

Could’ve been Evelyn’s stalker... but he was high. Doesn’t fit.

Just then—

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

Sims’ message finally arrived.

—[Time is approaching.]

—[You have five years remaining.]

—[Once again, your fate is being tested.]

What the hell?

Five years left? My fate’s being tested again?

Wasn’t this only supposed to happen to my parents?

There’s more coming?

This message was hard to comprehend.

“I’ll take full responsibility and replace the entire security team—”

“No, no. That’s not necessary. I can’t explain everything, but... seriously, that won’t be needed.”

Before anything else, I made sure the security team didn’t get axed.

Because this wasn’t their fault for missing something during inspection.

In fact—

“We really didn’t see anything during our check. I think... he must’ve been hiding in the ceiling of the bathroom.”

Even the guards couldn’t explain it properly.

Of course they couldn’t.

This wasn’t something you could explain with logic.

While we waited to be interviewed,

I tried to decipher Sims’ message.

The clearest hint, obviously—

My fate is being tested again.

Five years left.

So if this is the starting point, that means it’s 2024?

What happened that year—

Ah.

Suddenly, it hit me.

There was something huge.

Something so obvious, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it.

It’s the year I regressed.

The second target fate wants to kill—

is me.

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Thinking back, it’s not that strange.

If I regressed... then the past version of me must’ve vanished too.

But I didn’t think “vanished” meant dead.

And I definitely didn’t expect fate to try killing me in this way.

—[Frankly, it’s a stretch.]

—[If you want to nitpick, it’s a clumsy attempt to correct a failure.]

—[It won’t happen often, but you’ll see a few more events like this.]

—[In Korea, people call this kind of thing “forced drama.”]

With a weird bit of slang thrown in,

Sims summarized the situation in four lines.

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So that’s what’s going on.

They can’t kill me yet.

There’s a rule that I must die at the ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) originally scheduled time.

So this mess is probably—

An attempt to weaken me, in case I stay on track and survive.

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I didn’t feel overwhelmed.

As long as I have Sims—

and everything I’ve built up to now—

I won’t go down easily.

Still, one thing did bother me:

If stuff like this keeps happening, it’s going to mess with the shoot.

Every time something goes wrong like this,

security gets blamed, people panic—

and it becomes a huge problem.

I can deal with getting attacked personally.

But dragging others into it? That’s a problem.

Even if it’s rare, there are a lot of people on this set.

If the police show up every time something happens—what then?

While I was thinking that—

—[If you prefer rough waves over still waters, I can arrange it.]

Another message from Sims.

But something felt... different.

It didn’t read like Sims’ usual tone.

Even if it’s not what I think—it’s still the right call.

If I just had to weather one rough wave—

I nodded to accept.

—[A salute to your choice.]

That was the last message.