Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 327

Just being nominated makes a hero film a headline. Especially in the case of Best Picture, that effect was even stronger. It also meant the Academy was extremely conservative.

No matter how many films poured out every year—

They still drew a hard line at films deemed purely commercial. An outright rejection to preserve the Academy’s traditions.

And now, that rejection—was on the verge of being broken.

“Costume Design — Murcielago!”

“Production Design — Murcielago.”

“Editing — Murcielago.”

“Cinematography... Murcielago.”

It was happening right now.

Including the earlier win for Best Supporting Actress, that made five awards.

“Five awards,” they called it—but honestly, every nomination was just turning into a win.

And then—

“Best Screenplay... Murcielago.”

Among the categories where storytelling mattered the most—Murcielago took the Screenplay award too, making it six.

‘Wait, is this really happening?’

‘No way, they’re just throwing some awards at it to shut it up, right?’

‘Come on, the Academy giving a hero film this many wins? That’s ridiculous.’

Some of the actors watching in real time were visibly flustered. Sure, hero films were massively popular now and earned great reviews. But back in the day, no one even looked their way.

It was a genre rooted in spandex costumes and goofy action scenes. A genre with that kind of past.

At most, they’d get a token nomination for Best Picture and that was it. People around the industry thought that was how it should be.

Because really, even without hero films, there were plenty of works that managed to be commercially successful and artistic at the same time.

But—

‘Is there any film right now greater than Murcielago?’

‘Fourth highest-grossing film in history. This thing’s insane.’

‘It’s not just money—it has presence. It hits differently.’

The times had changed a lot since then. And so had the circumstances.

All those stairs built up by countless hero films. The wall they could never break through, no matter how great the film. Murcielago was smashing right through it.

It had everyone’s attention.

Step by step, it climbed toward the dragon’s eye—devouring awards along the way.

“...Best Actor — Murcielago, Donghu Kim.”

And the one holding the brush to pierce that dragon’s eye—was that man.

Everyone at the Academy Awards raised their heads the moment Donghu Kim’s name was called.

Ask anyone, “Who’s the hottest actor right now?”

His name always came up. Even when multiple names were mentioned, his never got left out.

Kim Donghu.

Clap clap clap clap clap.

Clap clap clap clap clap.

Clap clap clap clap clap.

As the entire crowd stood and applauded in celebration, the actors who saw him as a rival had dead-cold eyes.

‘Why did a giant like him come out of that tiny country?’

‘Why him... Why did it have to be someone from a non-English-speaking country?’

That weird little sense of entitlement they’d carried since childhood was getting obliterated—by just one man.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Step by step—

Kim Donghu walked to the winner’s spot, accepted the trophy, and began his speech.

“Thank you. I was only able to receive this award because of everyone who made me into who I am...”

He paused briefly.

“...and because I’m just that talented.”

He threw in a bit of a joke. The whole room laughed. But viewers at home were practically overdosing on dopamine.

ㄴHe seriously said that

ㄴㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

ㄴComplimenting everyone + himself = legend

ㄴAnd he’s not even wrong, which makes it hilarious

ㄴYes king, always aim for the peak

ㄴIs that you again, Donghu Kim

ㄴCarbon-based GOAT

Everyone knew it, but no one dared say it out loud. And yet—he said it himself.

That boldness fired up not just the viewers but the whole atmosphere of the ceremony.

That feeling of a male. Like a beast growling as it speaks. That raw masculinity captivated everyone.

“You shouldn’t just drop lines like ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) that, damn... Kim Donghu, you’re crazy!”

Someone started panting the moment they saw him.

‘Back off, he’s mine!’

‘And the roster’s already full!’

‘There’s five of us, including me!’

In the middle of this wild energy— Kim Donghu dropped the hammer.

“I’ll continue my next line... at the next award.”

He declared it clearly, then stepped down. The next line. The next award.

He wasn’t talking about an award next year. He meant the very next award coming up right now.

The one that followed Best Actor. There was only one.

‘Murcielago... Best Picture!’

‘Does he seriously think they’ll give that to a hero film?’

‘That’s absurd. No way.’

‘It’s already won six awards, how greedy can you be?’

Saying something like that on the Best Actor stage? That wasn’t just confidence—

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