Life is Easier If You're Handsome-Chapter 317

As obvious as it was—

‘Why the hell are they all here together?’

—Kim Donghu wasn’t the one who brought them together.

“That’s... that’s a lot of familiar faces in one place.”

“Y-yeah, right? I was kinda shocked. None of you said you were coming.”

“Of course we came. Our husband’s fighting.”

Sujin and Jaerin’s casual remarks made Donghu look around with visible confusion.

‘Seriously—how?’

Sure, they could’ve all shown up.

But together? At the same time? That was a different story entirely.

“Hehe... You look so lost, dear Brother!”

“‘Brother’...?”

That unfamiliar word made Donghu glance over. And there was Chisako, standing proudly with a huge grin on her face.

“I gathered them all!”

Striking a pose so stylized it screamed JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Chisako began explaining her proud little operation.

“Since we all love you for the same reason, and since you plan to take responsibility for all of us anyway—”

—it only made sense for them to unite, without hesitation or shame.

Chisako’s logic was simple: Donghu would be having big matches like this more often, and each of them would want to be by his side as “the girlfriend.” All five of them felt the same way.

So instead of awkwardly tiptoeing around each other, why not just accept the situation and move forward together?

A bold yet strangely neat proposal from Chisako—and it honestly wasn’t that surprising the others accepted it.

Because, deep down—

‘...I can’t handle him alone.’

‘It’s too much for one person...’

‘Rather than losing him to someone random, at least let it be us...’

‘Tarzan is just... too strong.’

They’d all tried to handle him 1-on-1. They really thought they could.

But after multiple attempts—trial and error—they learned:

It was impossible to handle Kim Donghu alone at night.

So the fact that all five of them gathered like this was proof that they understood each other—and their collective limits.

They were done with seeing those exhausted, unfulfilled faces after each night together.

Better to win with numbers than lose in isolation.

“Huhu! So yeah, we all decided to come support him—together! That was the conclusion!”

Chisako beamed proudly over the glorious harem scene she’d assembled. She’d even made sure they showed up early—a full five hours before the match.

They’d gone as far as summoning Donghu early.

She’d wanted to meet the day before, but that didn’t work with everyone’s schedule. Oh well.

“Now we’re finally ready to handle you properly!”

Chisako declared it like a general about to lead her army into battle.

“Really? Then... haha.”

Donghu looked around and chuckled.

‘So it’s really a six-person free-for-all?’

Everything was clicking into place way too naturally.

“...Then can I test it? See just how ready you all really are?”

At that, everyone gulped.

Right here? Now?

Well, it wasn’t a problem.

Donghu’s waiting room wasn’t your standard locker room. It was a full-on luxury suite. You could literally call it a private hotel.

And with five lovers standing there?

All with mutual consent?

What man in the world would pass that up?

‘I feel like Mike Tyson.’

Like the legendary boxer whose strength was so monstrous he supposedly used... less conventional methods to vent it.

“We’ve got time.”

Time for a little... trial round.

***

Everything up to the night before the match was routine. Same training. Same meals. Make weight, then rehydrate and carb-load.

Always the same.

But on fight day—

“Huff... Huff...”

The power surging through his body was unreal.

He felt nuclear. As if his entire body were charged to explode.

A human-sized warhead.

Zain Lance couldn’t explain it, but chalked it up to adrenaline and placebo from wanting to win.

Still—

Boom!

“...Did you just burst a sandbag?”

“Huh. Looks like I did.”

His physical condition was clearly different from the day before. But most fighters wouldn’t dwell on it.

If you felt stronger, great. Why overthink it?

The trigger was simple:

Fight day = beast mode.

Strength so unnatural, it made you wonder—

“...What if I actually kill someone today?”

“Dude, don’t say scary shit like that.”

Bill, his manager, stared wide-eyed.

“It’s still sports, you know?”

“People do die in sports sometimes.”

“H-Haha. You’re not actually gonna kill someone, right?”

“Just saying. Hypothetically.”

No one could say exactly when Zain started speaking like this whenever Donghu came up. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

‘Does he have some blood feud like with Edward?’

He didn’t seem obsessed with Evelyn. And as far as Bill knew, he and Donghu didn’t have bad blood.

Yet /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ whenever Donghu was mentioned, Zain’s hatred erupted from nowhere.

And that hate...was terrifying.

‘Something’s gonna happen... I just know it.’

But fear from a manager wasn’t enough to change the schedule. So Bill shook his head, trying to cast the worry off.

Surely not. The ref is famous for stopping fights early.

But Zain?

‘I’ll kill him before that.’

He would hit the back of the head—hard enough to rattle the brain. Before the ref could intervene, he’d shatter Donghu’s jaw. Then drive an uppercut into his heart.

Done.

‘The cleanest, most legal death imaginable.’

People would remember him.

The loser of a legendary match. A young man who died before he could truly bloom.

He would write history with Kim Donghu’s death.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Each footstep to the ring felt lighter than air. The announcer’s voice was just background noise.

All that mattered was killing his opponent.

Nothing else.

‘Come on. Come and die already.’

This man shouldn’t exist.

He should’ve died in despair. This second chance at life was a mistake.

And Zain Lance—no, Fate itself—would correct it.

‘You were never meant to be.’

You were a bug in the script.

Even your parents were supposed to be dead. Instead, they lived. Had a second child. A nightmare for Fate.

‘Well, it all ends today.’

Fueled by rage, Fate withdrew its hand and stared across the stage at the approaching Donghu.

Still unaware of Zain Lance’s true power, Donghu walked tall, confident.

He wasn’t wearing the Batman costume.

Maybe he knew. Maybe he understood this was a funeral.

His.

And yet those clear eyes...Fate hated them.

‘You won’t be smiling much longer.’

You will die.

And with that thought, Fate turned away—and didn’t hear Donghu mutter:

“Simms... you’re insane.”

***

To get straight to the point—

‘You’ve gotta be kidding me.’

From the time before his scheduled ring walk, for about five hours straight—

Donghu went all in with every single woman. No one excluded.

And that’s when he realized—

‘Why the hell am I not getting tired?’

Something was seriously wrong with his body.

He’d used Simms’ powers in all kinds of ways before—and they always surprised him.

But this?

Even in this kind of situation, he was showing superhuman endurance?

Six people. Five hours. And yet—

“...I’ll be back after the match. Don’t move.”

He felt more energized than before.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

The Simms notifications buzzed like mad. He didn’t even need to check. He knew.

He walked out of the suite, headed for the ring—and saw Zain Lance.

‘Has he always looked this small?’

Donghu actually felt sorry for him. Why’d he have to face me of all people?

‘Fate really does sacrifice the wrong people.’

And with that quiet thought, the preliminaries wrapped up—

Ding!

—the bell rang.

Tap.

A light glove touch.

And then—

Boom!

Zain Lance lunged in with all his force.

It shocked Donghu.

So this was the wave that Fate had created?

‘I wouldn’t have survived this...’

If not for what had happened in the waiting room, he might’ve lost.

But—

Tap.

“Huh?”

That possibility was already gone.

“Wave, my ass.”

I’d really appreciate it if you stopped wasting my time.

Bang!

A perfectly-timed counter. Donghu’s fist sank deep into Zain’s gut.

Five seconds into the match—Zain Lance hit the canvas.

Down.

First knockdown.