Honestly speaking,
'It feels good to use my strength.'
I needed a place to relieve stress. No matter how many good things happened, there was a corner of my heart.
'You think I might die? ?'
There was a feeling of unease.
But in the midst of all that, a program ca up where I could go all out.
I could run freely.
Sotis I’d ss around with a ball.
Now, I could even wrap a rope around my body and exert all my strength.
With these things coming into my life, I began to feel a certain level of peace.
'They're going to kill .'
I wasn’t confident.
That I could lose.
Could fate really defeat ?
I hated that it was trying to kill , it really pissed off.
Creeeak!
In that fury, my legs tore through the mud as they pushed forward.
'What the hell is that fate? A reaper? So kind of goblin?'
Is it supposed to co when it’s ti for to die, take my soul, and then leave?
In a world where there were even missing persons.
'What the hell is this rough wave?'
There’s only a bunch of bait, and no substance.
To be more accurate, nothing is really progressing.
Suddenly the lights go out.
A suspicious person cos, shoots a gun in front of .
I hated all these little things, so I asked for sothing big to happen.
'A boxing match? Or UFC? A guy who used full performance-enhancing drugs punches in the jaw, and even when the referee steps in, he keeps hitting until I die?'
Who knows what kind of crazy thing they were preparing.
There was no word so far.
I thought about an airplane crash, but that seed impossible.
Because in that case, I wouldn’t be the only one dying.
'It's like The rchant of Venice.'
A situation where you need to get a pound of flesh from the chest without spilling blood.
How much effort are they really putting into killing one person?
Creeeeak!
The body that had no place to release its anger.
Finally finds the right situation and begins to exert mad strength.
From head to toe.
The blood flows and fills the muscles, breathing life into them.
Like an F1 race car suddenly speeding up.
The roaring engine is replaced with breath, pushing my body forward.
"―――!!!"
I shout with all my might, stepping forward, one step at a ti.
I don’t care how things co, just hurry up and get here already.
Don’t even think about pulling back.
With that thought in mind, I charge forward.
Creeeek!
Noah’s Ark slowly moves forward.
***
Pulling Noah’s Ark along with Kim Donghu.
'Crazy, is this human?'
'Even with the help, this is really ridiculous.'
'Isn’t this a problem with the race stats?'
The team mbers were dumbfounded at the force unfolding in real-ti.
No matter what task they take on, the leader’s role is important.
Because they’re the ones who set the direction, telling everyone where to go.
But in a case like this.
Pulling Noah’s Ark, a 3-ton boat, the role of the leader is even more crucial.
If the leader doesn’t apply the right amount of force or turns the wrong way.
The Ark will go in the wrong direction.
And that’s not all.
On both sides and behind.
People who are supposed to apply force need to be controlled too, to make sure they’re pushing in the right direction.
The one at the very front who controls the Ark’s movent.
The control tower that must manage all the power.
That’s the role of the leader.
So, in fact, those who have experience using strength wanted to set up multiple leaders.
Because that way, it would be safer.
Though it may take longer.
It was thought that it would be more realistic to have several people leading the way, like pulling a cart.
'But who would’ve thought one person could pull it alone!'
The weight lifted is in a world that can’t be quantified with numbers.
Just adding 5kg to a person who lifts 100kg.
Suddenly, with that extra weight, the person could get overwheld and fall.
As the weight grows.
It demands an even greater amount of force.
But.
"Whooo!!!"
The force, ignoring the laws of physics, pushes Noah’s Ark forward.
It’s hard to keep the ground stable on a muddy surface.
But there’s nothing to question, as if saying it doesn’t matter.
"―――!!!"
In sync with Kim Donghu’s shout.
Creeeek!
The Ark slowly moves forward.
And this was, of course, an unexpected speed for anyone.
"Ha, damn it... Did I hire Hercules?"
Even Ji Yonghu, the PD, said that.
He swore again, a few years after not swearing.
It was like a smoker desperately searching for a cigarette.
Ji Yonghu PD was left with his jaw hanging.
"That’s just... a god."
On the screen, Kim Donghu is visible.
He’s exerting force with his whole body, and the rope is scraping against his skin.
His skin is faintly turning red in spots.
And even in that situation, he’s still handso, which is truly mysterious.
Usually, when people frown and grunt while pushing hard, they end up looking ugly.
"Hercules, Samson... Xiang Yu, Lu Bu..."
The nas of famous strong figures are coming out one after another.
"Physical 300... I just decided what the main poster should be."
Ji Yonghu PD’s gaze was still fixed.
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Kim Donghu, with his body tied to the rope, advances forward.
Behind him, the massive Noah’s Ark.
Piercing through the muddy ground.
Approaching the destination.
The figure of a pilgrim who doesn’t shy away from hardship is visible.
Though everyone is groaning and causing a scene.
Why does only Kim Donghu feel sacred?
In the explosive display of strength, the spectacle continues.
Thud!
Other teams are just starting to figure out how to pull Noah’s Ark.
Kim Donghu has already grabbed the rope at the peak of the incline.
An overwhelming difference.
In such a situation, it’s obvious what the result will be.
Creeeek!
Pulling Noah’s Ark up the incline.
Naturally, the outco is clear.
Kim Donghu’s team is in first place.
***
Including Kim Donghu’s team, all filming for Noah’s Ark was finally completed.
And from there, Physical 300 picked up montum and continued its shoot without pause.
After the team match ca the losers’ revival round.
Then a second team match, mixing the revived contestants.
After that, an individual competition with the reduced pool of players.
And eventually, the final shoot.
About a month and a half passed in the blink of an eye.
Once everything wrapped up, it was ti for the wrap party.
“Thank you... Thank you so much.”
“PD, are you crying?”
“We’re planning to air it around November. Until then, we’ll truly... truly do our best to deliver the finest work to the world.”
PD Ji Yonghu bowed deeply to the contestants, tears streaming down his face.
Unfortunately, Kim Donghu was unable to attend.
Because of his Cannes schedule.
Musashi, The Pianist, and Physical 300—
the relay of Kim Donghu’s 2022 projects was in motion, and the first to launch was Musashi.
—So basically, there’s a film festival in so region of France, and they’re screening this super famous Japanese samurai film, but the samurai is played by a Korean guy.
—?
—?
—Honestly, that’s a solid summary.
—Wait, is this real?
—I watched the trailer, it gave chills.
Naturally, as the engine started revving, the online community began heating up too.
This ti, Musashi was making waves for a lot of reasons.
If Musashi ended up winning the Pal d’Or, Japan would receive unimaginable glory.
But the problem was, the one carrying that glory... was Korean.
You could technically call it a Korea–Japan collaboration.
But online, the reactions were far more aggressive.
—They latched onto Kim Donghu like a parasite.
—Kiryuu Sota? He’s talented, sure, but the actor is Kim Donghu.
—All that stuff about a Japanese cinematic master, but the one he cast is Kim Donghu, lol.
—Dude really thought to cast the current P4P #1 as his actor. Insane.
—Wait, Kim Donghu is P4P #1?
—Yeah. Honestly, it’s kind of absurd, but he really did hit #1.
—This might be just a rumor, but they’re milking everything they can before crowning Kim Donghu.
—What does that even an?
—Once Kim Donghu officially takes the P4P crown, no one else will get a shot.
—Once the crown’s on him, it’s staying there for at least ten years.
The conversation drifted a bit, sure—but overall, the dominant opinion was clear:
“If this movie wins, it’ll be thanks to Kim Donghu.”
Japan tried to push back against that narrative.
“But... it’s true. So what’s the big deal?”
Director Kiryuu casually shared his honest thoughts during an interview.
FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH!
The mont he finished speaking, the cara flashes exploded at Cannes.
The reporters knew instantly just how explosive his words were.
“Do you really believe that?”
“Not just ... Honestly, any director who’s fild Kim Donghu would feel the sa.”
If it hadn’t been {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Kim Donghu?
If soone else had taken his place in the film?
“Who could say with confidence they would’ve achieved the sa results?”
Even with the sa direction, the ingredients would’ve been different.
And Kim Donghu was—
“He is a top-class actor. The kind that won’t co again in history.”
He was a different breed of material.
“If I had to compare, it’d be like century soup... or jewel at.”
“Sorry, what?”
“Ah, never mind. A random manga just popped into my head. Anyway, to be clear—”
The key to completing Musashi was actor Kim Donghu.
1% inspiration, 99% perspiration.
Unfortunately, that phrase isn’t about the greatness of hard work.
That 1% of inspiration— without it, the other 99% is aningless.
In that sense, for Kiryuu Sota, Kim Donghu was that 1%.
With that bold interview, the Cannes Film Festival officially kicked off.
A couple days later—
“...Wow, we ca late and there’s no seats.”
“Right? I had no idea it’d be like this.”
Official competition section.
The theater where Musashi was set to premiere was packed with people.
Everyone was buzzing, wondering what kind of performance Kim Donghu would deliver.
Ssss...
The lights dimd smoothly.
And the very first thing to appear on screen—
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
A sword piercing into a corpse’s torso over and over.
“So this is what dulls a blade... Rotting scrap tal.”
It was the figure of the Sword Demon, testing his sword’s durability.
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