Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 337

I looked at the script on the table and had all sorts of thoughts.

“Is inheriting sequels the trend now?”

Starting from Batman, to Joker, Iron Man.

And now even John Wick.

It felt like things were suddenly pouring in non-stop.

‘Still, it’s something to be thankful for, that so many people are seeking me out.’

Muttering to myself like that inside.

‘Immersion.’

Fwooosh!

I entered the world of Working Title – A New Bullet.

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Crash clang bang bang.

Crash clang bang bang.

Crash clang bang bang.

“...It’s so loud it’s not just hurting my ears, it feels like they’re gonna rip open.”

What the hell is so great about this that people beg to come here, pay money, and do all kinds of ridiculous shit?

Hawk, ptui.

The spit I shot toward the ground bounced off a rock and splashed a bit onto my shoe.

Talk about bad luck.

Admiring the creativity of such misfortune—

Tch tch.

‘Tch.’

The man rubbed the tip of his shoe into the gravel and started walking.

“Ooooh, heavenly spirits! O sky above! Amussaratte namu maure orochaitha om!!!”

As he approached, strange noises could be heard.

From a religious standpoint, it could be seen as speaking in tongues.

A mysterious phenomenon where someone, drawn by spiritual force, suddenly starts speaking in a foreign language.

“Foreign language, my ass—then what, is that bastard’s foreign language from Mars?”

Why the hell are people giving money to this guy?

Doesn’t he look like a scammer from a mile away?

People who supposedly studied their asses off, succeeded—

And this is what they’re doing? Just handing over thousands to some fake-ass shaman pretending to be a god’s mouthpiece?

Did their parents raise them hoping for that?

But even as he was thinking that—

“Oh, shaman, divine one, please, our child needs to get assigned to the Seoul branch this time, please... Let them work as a prosecutor...!”

Watching even the parents kneel and beg—

The man’s lips curled inward.

‘Ah, this bastard’s scamming whole families now.’

He already knew the guy wasn’t normal, but didn’t expect it to be this far.

The man applauded the fake shaman in his heart—even though he hadn’t even seen his face properly yet.

They said he’d be big, he’d be something.

But he didn’t know this big.

Muttering that to himself.

The man casually sat in a corner, waiting for the gut ritual to end.

Then—

“Mom! That man!! A foreigner! His nose is huge!”

“...”

A little kid pointed at him, probably their first time seeing a foreigner.

But he held back.

‘I lived in Korea from age 15 and had dual citizenship... then moved to the U.S.... no, why am I even explaining this to myself?’

He was sick of giving detailed explanations.

Should he have handed out business cards every time he got treated like a clown?

Anyway, who knows how long he waited like that—

Tap.

Suddenly, a cold piece of metal touched the back of his neck.

“What’re you here for? To be a pain in the ass?”

“Me? How the hell could I even be a pain in your ass? If I die from it, I’m the only one who loses.”

You fuck.

Right after the man’s answer—

Ssshhh.

The cold sensation disappeared like it had been waiting for that.

What he’d thought was a gun muzzle turned out to just be an ordinary, nondescript metal rod.

Well, not ordinary, considering it was in that guy’s hand.

“Long time no see, hyung.”

And then came the voice.

At those words, the man turned his gaze.

The first thing he saw was a mask covering the whole face.

No, wasn’t it a Hahoe mask?

Didn’t he say he wore it for mystical effect?

He’d mentioned it once, but he couldn’t remember clearly.

Below that flowed a white hanbok.

The loose sleeves didn’t flap in the wind because—

There must be something heavy sewn inside.

“Did Cheonjijang send you?”

“Yeah, I got a message from the Continental. That’s why I came to see you.”

“Then you should’ve contacted me beforehand. Coming while I’m working made me tense up.”

“Tense... my ass. You? Tense?”

The fake shaman plopped down next to the man like it was nothing.

Even though dust got all over him, he didn’t care.

Watching that, the man continued talking.

“What do people here call you? Not that ‘divine one’ bullshit.”

“Ah... well, Seoyul? Shin Seoyul.”

“Hah. You used one of those trendy newborn baby names as an alias?”

“This time I’m doing a setup where I serve a baby spirit.”

Fucking lunatic.

The man looked at the fake shaman—no, Shin Seoyul.

How did a bastard like this end up with talent for killing?

They said the heavens were fair, but looking at this—

The heavens weren’t just fair, they were malicious.

They stuffed all the malice that should’ve spread out across the world into one person.

“The name’s still Mac for you?”

“Yeah, I’m still Mac.”

Mac, the Continental’s herald, nodded.

“The heads of the great houses are looking for you. Seems like they’ve got urgent work for you.”

“‘Heads’ my ass, they’re just lucky brats born with gold spoons in their mouths.”

“You’re the one who steals those spoons.”

“So what? They call me out to the boonies to have me killed?”

“They already failed at that. And recently, they failed big.”

At those words, Shin Seoyul took off his mask and smiled brightly.

‘Crazy good-looking bastard.’

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