Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 81

Stars and the moon—those were all I could see.

The vast, endless universe stretched before me, far beyond my line of sight.

The place where I was born and raised was a remote, tiny little planet.

A place so small that a few steps would bring me all the way around. That tiny speck was my home.

It was my job to keep watch over the foolish tree trying to kill the planet,

and to tread carefully around the mountain that could erupt in anger at any moment.

Yes, this small space was indeed my home.

“Boring.”

I was the god, the king, the believer, and the faith of this place.

“What’s the point of me managing this land?”

It was pointless.

Realizing how utterly meaningless it all was, my gaze fell downward.

There, I saw a star shining blue, unlike this little speck I was on.

It was a place with a landmass and oceans far bigger than anything here.

That place—that was my destination.

A place where I was not the only existence.

Where I could blend in with others.

I gave up everything and flew toward that world.

A once-great king now reduced to a mere human,

landing on barren ground.

And then it hit me.

‘Why did I come here? What was I looking for?’

What was I supposed to be searching for?

Why did I come down?

I was only now asking questions that should have come to mind before descending.

Why was it that looking at this place made me long to descend?

What was this feeling blooming inside me?

A single emotion, blooming red and bright, moved me on its own.

Even though wandering without purpose wasn’t exactly enjoyable.

Still, seeing different scenery unfold with every step was a novel thrill.

How long did I walk like that?

A faint voice reached my ears.

‘Who is that?’

A voice that seemed ready to vanish at any moment,

yet filled with an intense will to live.

“Wa... water, please.”

A pilot, on the verge of death, whom I didn’t know, was calling out to me.

“Water? Why do you need water?”

At my innocent question, the pilot’s eyes widened slightly.

“I... I haven’t drunk water in... three days... cough, cough.”

With a metallic rasp, the pilot coughed, blood sputtering out.

His voice was so hoarse it was as if his vocal cords were screaming in agony.

‘So, humans are this fragile.’

How could beings so weak live on such a beautiful star?

I looked around indifferently.

A vast land, with sandstorms viciously sweeping across it.

I thought it would look beautiful, but...

Death was also a part of it.

“What will you give me if I give you water?”

Ah, it seemed he could no longer speak.

I sensed the pilot’s eyelids drooping.

I opened a water bottle I had, though I couldn’t recall when I’d acquired it, and poured its contents over his face.

Glug, glug, glug, glug.

How many minutes passed as I poured?

With a rough gasp, the pilot’s eyes flew open.

“If my savior desires anything, I must give it.”

That was my first encounter with the pilot.

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Bong Jinwoo was feeling flustered.

‘Was he really going to read the script this seriously?’

He was well aware that what he’d done was pretty rude.

He’d grabbed the wrist of a new student who was supposed to be attending the entrance ceremony and dragged him away.

And yet, a part of him thought this person was genuinely kind.

After all, given the size difference between them, Bong Jinwoo was about twice as large.

There was no way he could have forced Kim Donghu to follow him, but Donghu had come along willingly.

Maybe Jinwoo had looked desperate enough.

‘I’m grateful, but... it’s scary, too.’

Never in his life had Bong Jinwoo felt intimidated by an actor.

After all, actors were merely puppets he controlled through his script.

But now, seeing this actor dubbed the “Nation’s Crown Prince” earnestly reading his script...

‘...What if he gives it a harsh review?’

A chill ran down his spine.

If Donghu had just skimmed it or quickly dismissed it, Jinwoo wouldn’t have felt a thing.

But the intense, serious expression with which Donghu was reading made it hard for Jinwoo to speak up.

Flap, flap.

At first, Donghu held the script for a second or two, then began nodding in understanding as he turned the pages.

‘But seriously, he’s unbelievably handsome.’

The reason Bong Jinwoo believed no one else could bring The Story of Stars and Moon to life wasn’t just about the acting—it was about appearance, too.

The main character of The Story of Stars and Moon, the young prince, was supposed to be the most handsome person alive.

More than anyone.

Could there be a vaguer expression?

Despite beauty being relative, Jinwoo had created a protagonist with an absolute standard of appearance.