"Ugh, this cold... feels like my toes are going to freeze off."
As soon as Joo Seonghwan, playing the role of Beomho, delivered the opening line of the shoot:
"It’s time to begin."
"I will restore justice to this land!"
The actors dove into their roles, as if they had been waiting for this moment.
In the biting cold of winter,
the commoners band together, armed and determined.
They rise as rebels, resolved to uproot the corruption of this land.
Having been exploited day after day just to scrape by,
their oppressors grew fat and complacent from the spoils of their suffering.
How could they not be enraged?
Step, step.
To gather more strength and sow greater chaos from the bottom up,
the angry mob marched south toward Jeonnam.
Unable to take the main roads,
they moved along narrow mountain paths.
As they trudged forward on the only available trail:
"...A swarm of maggots reeking of decay."
A boy appeared from the opposite direction, his words making them halt.
Keiiing.

The camera widened its frame to capture the scene.
Over a hundred furious commoners stood clutching their tools-turned-weapons,
while the boy, dressed in simple attire, spoke calmly.
He wore a stark white dopo (a traditional Korean overcoat), evocative of the icy winter.
He carried a sharp sword and even had a bow slung across his back, as if he had been out hunting.
Though his attire wasn’t suited for hunting,
the weapons alone suggested his purpose.
"...I have no intention of harming children. Stand aside."
Beomho, the leader of the group, wasn’t particularly concerned about the boy’s armament.
He had far too many pressing matters ahead to waste time.
"The insolence of the lower class is unpleasant.
I see your youth blinds you to reason."
Beomho drew his blade for intimidation.
Though it was originally the knife of a butcher used for slaughtering livestock—
Shwing.
—it had now become the weapon of a rebel, poised to pierce the heavens.
"I’ll say it again: stand aside."
The path was narrow, the only flat section on a steep incline.
There was no way to move forward unless one of them yielded.
There was no option to climb higher or descend lower.

"Surely, you can grasp that much reason."
The options were simple: retreat and flee,
or approach and fight.
Naturally, most would choose the former.
Beomho believed the boy before him would do the same.
"I’d heard rumors of lowly scum gathering to plot something,
but I didn’t expect it to be this serious."
At the boy’s words, Lee Taeseong, the crowd hesitated.
Despite the overwhelming odds against him,
his demeanor remained unshaken.
The way he instinctively gripped his sword exuded readiness.
It was an unmistakable stance for battle.
"One brat threatens to kill, and the rest scatter like cockroaches.
Why do you coddle a child who’s merely eaten a few sweets?"
Taeseong’s composed words revealed he had completely read the situation.
And as if waiting for this moment:
"That’s him! That’s the one! That’s the madman from Gongju!"
A minor character stepped out from behind Beomho, pointing a finger at Lee Taeseong.
The madman of Gongju.
At those words, Beomho looked back at Taeseong.

Life is Easier If You're Handsome
Chapter 111
The name was familiar.
Though Gongju was still far off on their journey,
he had vaguely heard of this figure.
To think he would encounter him here.
A name that must be killed.
As this thought crossed Beomho’s mind:
Thunk!
Before anyone could react, an arrow flew—
"Gahh!"
—and lodged itself directly in the chest of the minor character who had pointed at Taeseong.
Of course, the arrow wasn’t actually fired.
For safety, the shot was a combination of a camera cut and special effects.
But in the story, the arrow had been fired.
Beomho, or rather Joo Seonghwan, unconsciously followed the path of the arrow with his gaze.
It led to a tree, where the arrow had embedded itself precisely in the center.
In that moment, a past conversation replayed in his mind:
"Think of it as being at least twice as good as what you saw during the script reading."

Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest
Chapter 1039 - 246.3 - Sister
Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades
Chapter 645: Flame Of Life

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