Chapter 27
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 27: Vulgar Slaughter, Craven Survival. (5)
For this chapter, I kindly ask you to view it in the default mode (White Mode) for the sake of direction!
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“Luck followed twice.”
“......”
Clown threw a word leisurely. It was strange. Attack just now wasn't Director’s mistake. Distance impossible to miss, and blow impossible to miss. But it missed. As if someone twisted the trajectory of the fist.
“W-What?”
“Well.”
Grotesquely smiling mask. All the action the clown took this time too, was just swinging hand gesture lightly once.
“......”
Director’s smile started to subside only then. How did he do it? What trick did he pull? Clearly confirmed all danger factors. Body type where no energy is felt, and muscles are not even developed.
‘With such a frail body, deflected attack I even coated with Blood Manipulation Art...?’
Does that make sense? Leaving aside believing or not, it is impossible commonsensically. But it was reality facing Director right now.
“W-What did you do?”
“Want to know?”
Mask tilting head and smiling. That lip corner was smiling as if mocking Director. Unfamiliar situation, unmeasured enemy, gradually deepening killing intent... As ridicule mixed in there, Director couldn't maintain composure.
“T-This bastard pulling some petty trick that won't even work...!”
Director rushed again. This time even forging weapon with Blood Manipulation Art. Bright red blood condenses, creating massive hammer. Intending to make clown into minced meat with single blow.
Swaaa-aek—!
Sound of air bursting louder rang. Heavy hammer head falls above boy. However, mask was only quiet.
“No learning ability?”
“......!”
Click—.
Missed again. This time hammer striking innocent floor. Large crater forms below corridor.
“N-N-Nonsense...!”
Director was convinced only then. Opponent wasn't ordinary. Sorcery, magic power, demonic energy... didn't even feel like ghoul. Just human. Ordinary person. However, showing such eccentric behavior. Leisurely as if no effort for him.
“Fuck, f, f, fuck...!”
Director started to get caught psychologically slowly. State where all leisurely signs were already lost.
“Kueuk!”
For now rushing blindly. Calculation to push with weight class. Result was same as expected.
“Slow. Enough to make me yawn.”
“Damn, d, d, dog bastard...!”
“When will you catch me?”
“Shut uuuuup!”
“Don't know how many times I have to give opportunities. Had more than ten chances to kill you at least.”
“Ugh, uaaaaa...!”
Click—.Click—.Click—.Click—.
Rushing several times, and missing several times. Ticking clock hand pokes eardrums. Director only got tired.
“Heok, heok...!”
Swung with all strength, but hammer bounced off every time. Failing dozens of attacks, breath burns up to chin. Cold sweat was profuse on Director’s spine.
“D-Damn... n-nonsense!!”
He was feeling fear against human for the first time in his life. To Director human was, just material for work he creates. Inferior creatures. Thus, trash he must recreate as art. Yes. Clearly must have been so...
“Getting tired of waiting slowly too. Intended to get hit once at least.”
“G-Get lost...!”
“If this much, can I move too?”
“Hiik...!”
Trash who should have been so was cornering him. No, beyond cornering was trying to kill. Director wriggles like earthworm.
“D-D-Do not come closer! Don't come!”
Juchum juchum—. (Hesitatingly backward) Like that swinging hammer bung bung, when stepping back unconsciously.
Pajik—.
Boy who was stepping fast in place disappears. Silhouette scattered after haze seemed to shimmer. Director looks around without knowing reason.
“W-What! Where did he disappe...?”
Pu-uk—.
Moment trying to turn back, something stabbed right arm. Pain as if lava flows between blood vessels. Flesh burns loudly.
Chiiiiiik—!
“Kk, kkeuaaaak!!”
Director vomiting scream. Arm crumbles down piece by piece, as if moisture dried up. While shedding tears jiljil, voice heard from behind back. Behind Director stood clown who disappeared.
“Reaction is fierce.”
Holding that flashing fragment in hand. Director surprised falls backward.
Udangtang—!
“Kkeuheuk, ha-ak...! Heok, heok...”
“In case of vampires or ghouls, heard body regenerates continuously if only blood is supplied. But regrettably, wound I gave won't heal. Weapon I am holding is quite special so.”
“Keuha-ak!”
Hwiik—!
Swung remaining arm to shake off with effort, but as expected what was torn was innocent empty air. Boy wasn't standing in that spot.
“How is it.”
“......!”
Behind back. When did he move. Speed eyes couldn't even chase. Before Director ran away, stake stuck in right thigh.
Pu-uk—!
“Kkeuaaaaak!!!”
“Does it hurt.”
Leg collapsing like ash, burning similarly. Groan leaks from throat now hoarse. Boy disappeared again. Appeared from behind again though.
“Are you scared.”
Puk, pu-uk—!
Didn't even hesitate this time. Clown stabbing remaining forearm and thigh once each. Director lost limbs, and only torso remained like larva.
Kwa-ak—.
On top of such prostrated appearance, boy’s shoe heel is placed.
“Can't even run away now. Are you desperate.”
“A, ageu-euk...”
Director denied reality. No, wanted to deny.
“T-This cannot... This cannot be, eueuk, ak, this cannot beeee!!”
“Shut up.”
Ppa-ak—!
As Director screamed, boy grabbed that jaw. And clenching fist tightly struck mouth several times. Teeth breaking fall ususu. Looking closely, it wasn't fist but lump of stone. Swinging with momentum to break all fangs.
Ppa-ak! Udeudeuk, kkadeuk—!
Every time striking fist, wound formed on boy’s hand too. Even doing so boy was only merciless without sign of pain. Director wasn't even allowed scream.
“Eogeuk...”
“Quiet.”
“St, to-op...”
“Quiet.”
“Geuk...”
“Quiet.”
“......”
“Quiet.”
“......”
Chiiiiiik—
Putting stake on flesh, seared raw flesh meticulously too. Like that burn spread to whole body, and teeth broke without remaining.
Ppeoeok, ppeok—!
“Sa... sa, ve mee...”
Director started to beg.
“Pleash, I, w, wong... I was wong...”
“......”
“Sa ve, save me...”
“......Ha.”
Clown making short vain laugh. He put down weapon held in hand. And brought that mask close to Director. Surely intending to grant request. Hope sparkles in Director’s crushed eyeball.
“There is a line often thrown at times like this. Although somewhat cliché.”
Mask. Smiling mask.
“Asking to save. You who do so...”
Huh.
That mask, Did It Originally Smile Like That.
“Did you ever save people who begged to you, even once?”
Wildly distorted gaze. Lip corners on mask tore to below ears, becoming degree difficult to call face anymore. Director intuited belatedly, that he said words he shouldn't have.
“Ah...”
The next moment. Eyes and mouth of mask dyed bright red. Torn lip corners open up to ceiling. Maw opening as is. Deep place. Abyss. World that shouldn't exist. Director falls into bright red space.
“......”
Tentacles swarming everywhere. Sea where blood, discharge, pus filled up to bottom of sky. Things wriggling inside, and phenomena not understood. Sun floating in sky. Massive sun. No, that wasn't sun. It was eyeball as massive as sea.
“......”
Tentacles wrapped around body. That. Looked down at him. Himself contained in that swarming pupil. Even doing so couldn't know what color the pupil is. Probably, fault that eyes burned as soon as meeting gaze.
“Aah, aaaa...”
Shallow breath. Director sinks. Breath chokes in blood, discharge, pus. Still that existence was looking down at him.
“Aah...”
Sound heard. Sound that couldn't be heard.
That. That was talking to him.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
A moment where one second is perceived like a hundred years.
Language that must not be understood flows in.
Burr— The Director's body seizing up.
And, not long after...
The Director's brain burnt out.