Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 314

[Zain Lance 😱 declares victory before the match even starts]

– He’s not just saying he’ll win—he’s saying he’ll kill him.

– But usually Kim Donghu claps back hard at times like this, doesn’t he?

– Why’s he so quiet? 😶

ㄴ Right?

ㄴ Is he actually scared?

ㄴ Then again, he does explode out of nowhere sometimes.

ㄴ “Don’t test my kindness, Ed.” Where’s Kim Donghu when he said that?

ㄴ “Be grateful this isn’t the ring.” < Bring this line back.

As soon as Zain Lance’s interview aired, the online communities lit up.

Naturally so. People always craved new topics, and a battle between top fighters? That was juicy prey.

Maybe it was because Zain Lance had fired the first shot with his interview.

[Shouldn’t Kim Donghu respond with a quick interview too?]

– What’s he even doing, staying this quiet?

– Would love for him to clap back just as hard.

ㄴ fr, it’s kinda frustrating that there’s been no response

ㄴ He could’ve just swung first with a fire statement

ㄴ I mean, he does have a temper tho

ㄴ No competitive spirit?

ㄴ ㄴ That’s total BS lol

[Claiming Kim Donghu isn’t competitive is total BS]

– You’ve never seen him on variety shows? He always wants to win.

– But it plays perfectly into the broadcast flow, lol.

– Remember in Rushman, when he couldn’t use his legs so he stood on his hands? Why’d he do that?

– Just ‘cause he wanted to win.

ㄴ But didn’t he lose that one?

ㄴ ㄴ He went easy on Sujin, duh 😏

No matter what he’d built up until now, public opinion was clearly tilting toward Zain Lance.

“Alright. Perfect.”

Zain Lance smiled broadly after hearing his manager’s report.

“Nice strategy, Bill.”

“Public opinion matters. I think the other side’s pretty rattled.”

Bill had been with him from the beginning. Zain Lance stretched out on the couch, legs sprawled.

This is my chance.

Honestly, Zain Lance felt this was the peak of his life.

Because one day—out of nowhere—he’d suddenly become unbelievably strong.

He had always had the makings of a champion, but now... what to even call it?

It was something more. He'd obtained a level of power that felt like shedding his former skin.

And it came with no special training or incident.

At first, Zain Lance was shocked—but then it clicked.

“This is God giving me a sign: become the strongest.”

Now was the time to live a completely new life. The time to march boldly onto the royal road.

As he was caught in those thoughts...

“Yeah, right. But why Kim Donghu, though?”

Bill’s question made Zain Lance’s head turn.

“Hm?”

“You called out Kim Donghu right after claiming the boxing and MMA heavyweight titles. Just curious—why him?”

“Oh, that? Is that so important?”

“What?”

His voice suddenly changed tone.

He didn’t move his body—just turned his head. Like a cheap mannequin. Bill froze.

“I said—is that really that important?”

“N-no... I was just curious.”

The laughing, joking Zain Lance from a moment ago vanished. Now it felt like talking to a puppet, its mouth clacking on autopilot.

“It doesn’t really matter. I’m just going to fight Kim Donghu. Once in July, and once at the end of the year. Before 2024 ends.”

Got it?

Bill forced his stiff neck to nod. And as soon as the nod was done—

“I just need to become the strongest fighter in history—so I want to crush the one guy who might have that potential.”

Zain Lance’s face lit back up. He poured himself a drink with his usual laid-back charm.

“O-oh... right.”

Bill couldn’t even ask what the hell just happened. It freaked him out, like something had snapped.

“By the way, are you keeping track of Donghu’s movements?”

“Yeah, mostly through Instagram and stuff.”

“Good. Keep at it. Knowing what kind of training he’s doing is key.”

“Got it.”

Sure, most real training clips dropped just before matches—but fighters weren’t just fighters; they had fans too. So they often shared training content for engagement.

And even if they were shot for fan service, little habits always slipped through.

“Donghu Kim’s been out of the ring for about two years, right? His style might have changed.”

In that sense, Kim Donghu was always a tricky opponent. The kind of guy who made analytical prep feel pointless.

He played by the book—no gimmicks, no tricks, just pure textbook technique.

He had no bad habits or quirks. Jab, block, dodge, counter—straight from the manual.

If he had ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ a weakness, it was that very orthodoxy. He didn’t throw in variables.

But the funny thing?

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