The Handsomer You Are, the Stronger You Become

“In my previous life, my opponent in the second preliminary round was Kyle.”

Kang Hyunsoo briefly recalled the events of his past life as he stood before the lottery box.

Placing his hand inside, he carefully rolled the balls around before selecting one. The drawn number was D-18.

• "Kyle Dusk, D-18."

In his previous life, the opponent he had most wanted to avoid had been Kyle, and fate had placed them in the same group. They had fought an intense battle during the second round of preliminaries, but Hyunsoo had ultimately lost.

Considering Kyle’s true identity, losing back then was inevitable.

But the memory of that defeat had stung deeply.

Since that moment, Hyunsoo had poured all his effort into surpassing Kyle, dedicating himself entirely to swordsmanship.

Logically speaking, there was no need to avoid Kyle. If Hyunsoo intended to win the tournament, he would eventually have to defeat him.

However...

“Not yet. I still need more time.”@@novelbin@@

Delaying a confrontation with such a challenging opponent would give Hyunsoo more time to grow. There were about two weeks left until the finals, and if he used that time to train and complete quests, he could become significantly stronger.

Kyle wouldn’t be idling during that time either, but considering his own rate of growth before regression, Hyunsoo was confident he could surpass himself.

This made today’s draw particularly important.

• "Master, you must draw carefully. Focus on the sensations in your fingertips."

Even Swallow, who was discreetly perched nearby, emphasized the gravity of the situation.

“Place your hand in the box and select a ball,” the chief overseer instructed.

• "It’s highly likely, Master. If only we could compare the other numbers drawn earlier… but I can’t recall those."

• "Oh, congratulations, Master! Things turned out just as you hoped!"