Returned to Being Handsome 1

Chapter 1 – Episode 1. Desire to Live a Respectable Life

Separate collection point in front of the house.

I went out to smoke

In the old cabinet, there are 10,000 stickers that look like they were put on by a child and then peeled off, and there is a yellow-green chair next to it.
Next to it is a bookshelf with the top torn off, and a tree the size of a forearm is placed there.

These junks may one day be sold in stores as shiny new items.
Someone must have chosen it with a fluttering heart.

-Click

“Sueup, whoa.”

He lights a cigarette and exhales smoke.

There must have been such a shining moment for things at least, but I did not have such a time.

Maybe it’s because my grandson raised gold and jade when I was young, so I’ve spent my youth thinking that I’m a really, really precious child.

However, that idea changed after being thrown into society.

That I’m not handsome.

Someone says
It is said that appearance has nothing to do with dating or marriage, and that men are more important than their abilities.
Maybe.
If you have overwhelming ability, even if you look like a dick, you can meet pretty girls, have sex with them, and get married well.

However, life is not easy to have such an overwhelming ability.
Everyone wants to be more successful, everyone tries to make more money, but few of them make all the money.
The rest have to do their best to live like a war, even leading a normal life.

Life is like that.
In the middle of a war with just social life and work, you have to find a woman.

Social life is still good.
It’s like hell, but if you work hard, you’ll be recognized.
If I work while others are resting and go out drinking to please my boss while others are playing, even if I am lacking, my efforts will never disappear and will definitely be acknowledged.

However, I realized very late that I would not be recognized for my efforts in women’s matters.

I was stupid.
I believed that sincerity could be communicated, and I was mistaken that if I loved with all my heart, my heart would be acknowledged.

But it wasn’t.

After getting a little older, I found out.

It wasn’t about becoming a person with overwhelming money and power, which was so damn hard to achieve, I just needed to be good-looking.
As long as he was good-looking, it was much easier to meet pretty women who were so difficult for rich people to deal with.

Good-looking people have their shining days.
There are times when old items from a separate collection center can give you a trembling thrill, like that time when you stand on a product shelf and receive someone’s thrilling touch.

To be honest, I didn’t know until I tried it.
I thought discrimination on appearance was only for women, but it turned out that it clearly existed for men as well.

There is a true story that I personally experienced.

I hadn’t met so many women around me, so there was a time when we got together at a meeting in an internet cafe and went hunting on the street.

Among the people I met at the hunting cafe was a handsome man, or in today’s terms, a handsome man, who was completely different from everyone else, including me.

Unlike when I tried 48 people and received a number from only one, and experienced the humiliation of being told that I would never see them again if I confessed that I should be friends with them, that handsome younger brother took a photo of himself at the next meeting. He showed me all the fucking pretty girls he’s been dating.
A lot of it too.

In a way, it may be natural.
Since he is a handsome man, he will meet John Ye-nyeo.

But it came as a huge shock to me at the time.

Unlike me, who had a good hunting success rate of less than 5%, the success rate was over 80%.
I thought at the time that it was absurd and dumbfounded how that could be, but this is a true story.
He was able to meet more than 40 women by hunting 50 times a day if he put his mind to it.
Even after seeing it with my own eyes, I denied reality.
I thought it couldn’t be.
Can’t you honestly say that?
If you are good looking, you can get the number of more than 40 women out of 50 in just one day?
I was able to get even one person’s number as if it was a real winter?

However, as I had new experiences that could complement that experience with other experiences, I gradually felt that it was right.
The other experiences were experiences such as learning that a tall, handsome, celebrity-like junior who is a game junkie has changed his girlfriend over 20 times in a year.

It was really easy for them.
For me, it’s extremely difficult and impossible.
Even rich people have a little bit of a tricky thing that they have to pay attention to.

And in the end, now that I have become an old bachelor, I resent my foolishness.

All of my money, time, and heart that I put into places where there was no possibility of being sincere, all of that was trash.
It was like constantly submitting applications to a company that already had all the numbers of potential candidates fixed perfectly.

The truth doesn’t work.

Even if a handsome man doesn’t have sincerity, the other side rather conveys his sincerity, and if he has sincerity, it has the best value in the world.

However, being sincere made me either a burden and a reluctant person, or a hukou, or both.

In that respect, I’m worried these days.

Why am I making money?
Why am I working hard?

If it’s not that I can meet such a pretty woman, no, even if it’s not pretty, a woman I can love, have a simple family, and enjoy a little happiness, then why am I working so hard?

If you go home after doing a good job, a pretty woman will cook you dinner with a dazzling smile.
Then I’d walk up behind the johnnye as she was making her stew, pull up her skirt, pull her panties to her side, stick her cock into her cunt, and have her prepare her meal.

But what am I?

When I go home after work, I ventilate the lonely room that smells like a widower, hold my cock alone in the middle of the night, and then go to bed and go to work the next morning, endlessly repeating that life…

Then why do I live so hard?
Why do I work

If I don’t work, meet a better woman, get married, have children, work, go home, have a family, and have a future, do I need to live this hard?

I even feel like my whole life, which I’ve been working hard for, has become somewhat boring because I think about it.

It’s difficult because I’m not a good guy even if I live hard, unless I go to the upper class after a big hit.
It’s not that there are no opportunities, but those opportunities are very few, and in my experience, decent girls often look down on my level.
Beautiful women are powerful.
Unless I have more social power than that, to her, I am just a person with a low social status.

– Tak, Tak

I flicked out the cigarette with my hand, threw it in the ashtray at the separate collection point, and came back from the collection point.

The night was deep.
Entering the lighted house, manually turn on the orange light.

After entering the house, I opened the door to the small utility room to take a short walk and get a glass of water.

-Chin…

I took out a bottle of water and drank it without touching it.

“Gulp, gulp…”

Drinking water quenches thirst.

I drank and screwed the lid back on, then I tried to return with a 2L plastic water bottle.

At that time, something caught my eye.
It was a table clock given to me by my grandmother who had passed away long ago.

“Was this here?”

I just needed a desk clock.

As for the alarm on my phone, there were days when the phone would sometimes turn off while I was sleeping when the battery wasn’t charged.
However, unless you sleep while on your phone, the time you fall asleep alone is lonely.

“Hmm, I think it’ll be okay to use this.”

I picked up the table clock and walked towards the bed.
Then, with the watch in my hand, I went to the computer desk and sat down to look at the watch for a while.

The watch my grandmother gave me.
Although it is a trivial item, it is the only item left by my grandmother who cherished me more than anyone else. For me, this common desk clock has a price that cannot be put into money.

By the time her grandmother gave me this watch, I was in my early twenties.

When I was innocent.
The time when I believed that the truth worked.
This watch was with me at the time.

Coincidentally, I bought a spare for the electronic key door, so there are batteries suitable for the table clock, and I took the batteries out of the cabinet and put them in the clock.

Then, I soaked a kitchen towel in water from the sink and brought it and carefully wiped it.

On the computer I turned on next to it, a news article I had turned on about a male celebrity getting married to a fucking pretty woman is popping up.

I was so envious.

I don’t want to be pretty, so I want to have sex with the woman I really love, and see the baby born from my sperm wrapped in my pussy grow.

I also want to live in a world where my sincerity is not despised and my sincerity can be communicated as sincerity like the respectable man.

I want to live like that too.

I thought while cleaning my watch.

“A life that shines… If only I had a shining moment, at least once in my life.”

My life was twisted
If I had known that my heart wouldn’t work, I would have lived harder and harder to meet a woman, even if it was in my 30s, even if it was by living a better life than others. Those times were too precious.

-Shyuk…

It was time to clean the watch while thinking about those things.

The more I polished it, the more I wondered if something bluish smoke would bloom left and right from the watch, and the smoke created a shape.

“…!”

The figure formed from the blue smoke was like a rather large human being, with large eyes and a handsome mustache.
He had thick eyebrows, double eyelids, and gentle eyes, and was wearing gold bracelets on both wrists.

He wrapped his fist in one palm as if to embrace me, then bowed his head to me and said.

“I am the fairy of the table clock, master.”

I blinked my eyes wide once, wondering what was going on.
However, the blue man who introduced himself as the watch fairy stood in front of me.

I told him

“Have you heard of the fairy of the lamp…?”

He smiled and shook his head.

“Don’t you use lamps a lot these days, master. We also have to adapt to the changing times.”

…
I don’t know if it’s a fairy of a computer, but if it’s a fairy of table clocks, it doesn’t seem like it’s keeping up with the times that change so much…

I tried pinching my leg hard myself, but it only hurt.
It was a dream, not a reality.

Recognizing that it was real, I told him.

“If it’s a table clock fairy, will it grant wishes?”

As I spoke, he held up a hand.
Where he stretched out his hand, a group of white and strong light formed.

“The wish you said earlier, I will grant it now.”

Wait, did I make a wish?
What was it
As I was cleaning the desk clock…
I’m sure, ‘Shining life… If only I had a shining moment, at least once in my life.’ Said.
In other words, he wanted to live as a respectable man.
I was about to ask if that wish had been accepted right away, but the giant fairy spoke to me first.

“The master here, who has been separated as the same entity as the current master, will remain and live, and the master will live in the future in a parallel world. Forget the difficult memories of this life and start a new life.”

The white orb that had been shining on the fairy’s hand gradually grew larger, and the sphere glowed white and filled the surroundings.