Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: A Changed Life
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“Oppa! Mom's asking when you're going down to find an off-campus place to live!”
“Hey... I told you not to barge into my room like this...”
My head throbs from the headache caused by my sister bursting through the door first thing in the morning.
Agh... even with my stamina improved and not getting drunk easily, chugging a whole bottle of booze last night was a bit much...
My head feels like it's about to split open.
I'd just meant to hook up with some decent girl to relieve my sexual tension and call it a night, but I ended up getting way too into the vibe.
“Whoa, you look so handsome even right after waking up... Seriously, if I could just snap one photo of your face...”
“Agh!”
As my sister pulled out her phone, I chucked a pillow at her.
She looks pathetic, clutching her stomach where the pillow hit.
The day my lease ended and I came back home, all the settings from my dream had become reality.
And the one who welcomed me most enthusiastically, flipping her attitude completely, was this sister of mine.
My parents still jump in surprise whenever they see my face, but this one's just thrilled that her brother turned handsome.
“You've changed since you were a kid, doing stuff you never used to. It's creepy.”
“How was I supposed to know you'd hit the jackpot like some unclaimed lottery ticket! If I'd known, I would've been building up some affection for you since we were little. I thought Kwon Eun-woo was the handsomest guy in the world, but you completely wrecked my sense of reality! You have to take responsibility!”
Kwon Eun-woo, the celebrity known as the most handsome man in Korea.
It's ridiculous that she's mad because I'm even better-looking than her favorite idol.
Ever since my face changed, I've been seeing a whole new side of my sister over the past month.
I never knew she was this talkative and shameless.
After puberty hit, she barely said a word to me.
Now she's the one running over, trying to squeeze in even one more sentence.
“Take responsibility how...?”
“Just let me take one photo with you to post on Upsta? One shot of your face, and I'd be an influencer overnight.”
“So you're saying you'd sell your brother's face just to become an influencer?”
“What's family for if not this? Let me leech off you a bit. If you hate that, how about helping me film one TikTok video? All the revenue from it goes straight to you—”
“Shut up and get out!”
Whenever she spouts nonsense like that, my Rough Personality trait makes me want to beat her senseless.
And with this hangover pounding my head, my patience is wearing thin fast.
“Or just go on one date with me. Let me brag to the world one time that this guy's my oppa—”
But no matter how annoying she gets, I can't bring myself to hit my one and only sister.
I grabbed a 500-won coin from my nightstand, unable to take it anymore.
I'd seen it in an anime once.
A superhuman crumpling a coin with just his fingers.
“Hey. Shut up and watch this.”
Crunch.
I demonstrated it right in front of her.
“......”
I tossed the mangled coin to my dazed sister.
“Han-na. If you want to end up like this, keep talking shit.”
“I-I guess I should go eat... Oppa, come out soon. Mom made food...”
She backed away, grabbed the doorknob with both hands, and closed the door with exaggerated politeness.
With the loudest one in the house gone, I can finally breathe.
I clutched my dizzy head from the hangover and flopped back onto the bed.
Out of habit, I checked my smartphone on the nightstand.
-Did you get home safe, oppa? Make time for me again soon...
-Kim Soo-jeong sent you a gift voucher!
-You free tonight? I miss Master...
-Can't stop thinking about you, Han-sol. My pussy won't dry up♥ Can't you come thrust it in right now?
-Are you really just gonna ghost me? Was I really just a one-night stand to you!?
“Why are these one-night stands being so clingy?”
Anyone reading this would think I was the bad guy.
Is flip-flopping at the end just a woman thing?
I started blocking the ones who were being too clingy one by one.
This makes me look like trash, huh.
They're the ones who broke the agreement.
All my hookups were consensual.
During break, I hit the clubs every night.
My sexual desire was boiling over to the point where jerking off wasn't enough, so I needed partners to relieve it.
Seducing women with this face was a breeze.
They'd proposition me for sex before I even made a move.
And every time, I'd lay out the terms.
-But there's a condition.
One time only. No clinging afterward.
Just physical, no emotions.
Simple reason.
Break would end, and I'd be heading back to my place for school.
No way was I making some loose club girl my lifelong partner.
But.
Every single one of them clung to me after sleeping with me.
Like they'd tasted some addictive drug they couldn't quit.
Probably because of the hidden traits from my dream, but their reasons weren't my problem.
“How did I end up like this?”
I wasn't cold-hearted before, or the type to cycle through girls like this.
Even after a month, I still can't get used to the changes.
Because overnight, my entire being transformed.
The day after breaking up with Lee Ye-rin and having that weird dream.
The mirror showed a face so handsome it was unreal—even after staring at it dozens of times.
High nose bridge, plump lips, sharp jawline.
Perfectly balanced, like a sculpture carved by God himself.
Paired with jet-black eyes and fierce brows that gave off a decadent aura.
And my body's insane too.
187cm tall, shoulders broad as the Pacific, defined abs.
Roll up my sleeves past the shoulders and flex—those biceps are no joke.
At first, I worried even my parents wouldn't recognize me.
But they did, instantly.
It was like they'd refined away my ugly features without making it awkward,
maxing out my handsomeness seamlessly.
Acquaintances I hadn't seen in a while barely recognized me.
Those who saw me often could accept it was me.
Since I'd been living off-campus for school, I told my parents I'd been hitting the gym and taking care of myself—they bought it.
But above all.
Account balance: 999,997,819,999 won
I woke up a trillionaire overnight.
An insane amount, like some system glitch hit my account.
Enough to live off forever!
Normally, having that much as an individual would trigger tax audits or bank inquiries about the source.
But after spending for two months, no agencies got involved.
Meaning, that trillion in my account is truly mine to spend freely.
At first, the unnatural changes scared me.
“Fuck it. Good is good.”
I decided to roll with it.
Maybe the Rough Personality trait made my thinking bolder too.
So what if I became handsome overnight?
So what if I got over a trillion won?
Overthinking's a sickness too.
Any downsides to me? None.
If this is a dream, I'd beg for it to become reality.
I don't know what brought this luck, but I'm embracing it.
Especially since.
School's gonna be a hell of a lot more fun now.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Mom set out some kongnamul guk for her son who came home wasted, then sat across from me.
She stares right into my face and grins.
She's been doing that a lot since I got handsome—giggling at my looks.
“I wonder who you take after to have a son this handsome. If I'd known, I'd have made you work out sooner.”
“I could've done it myself but didn't. One more bowl, please.”
“Sure thing, my handsome boy. Semester starts soon—gonna find a place?”
A nickname like “handsome” that I never heard growing up.
I'm getting used to it, but hearing it from Mom still tickles my ears awkwardly.
She's the second biggest fan of my new looks after Han-na.
Last time I saw her phone wallpaper—some old photo of me she must've snapped ages ago.
Does Mom wanna flaunt it like Han-na? Guess that's where sis gets her genes.
“Yeah, heading out today to look.”
“Want me to come along?”
“No need, it'll just be a hassle for you. Rest at home. And from now on, I'll handle my own rent and living expenses.”
With nearly a trillion, no need to mooch off my parents.
Of course, I haven't told them about the money. No plans to.
How do you even explain coming into a fortune overnight?
I can pass off the face and body as gym results from off-campus life.
But money? No way.
A whole trillion.
In democratic Korea, that's enough to change a person's status.
No need to stir up chaos and invite scrutiny.
I'll keep this trillionaire secret forever.
Plus, these things are tastiest when only I know.
“Alright, my boy's all grown up. Still, ask for allowance anytime you need it.”
“I'm good. If you want something, text me. I'll pick up a part-time gig and get it for you.”
“A year away turning my boy into such a filial son.”
Mom, proud of me, even spoons banchan onto my rice.
Having money makes even this feel nice.
With financial security, I'm effortlessly playing the good son—something I rarely bothered with before.
Money's the best. Being filial is a luxury for the wealthy.
“What about me, oppa? I want something too.”
“Scram.”
“Aww, don't be like that~”
“What do you want?”
“I won't ask for much—just let me post your photo on Upsta—”
“I'll kill you for real.”
“Hiiing...”
Financial ease lets me play the filial son, but being a good brother? That's still a stretch.