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Translator: Coughing Baby
Editor: Coughing Baby
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Chapter 27: O Vulgar Slaughter, O Craven Survival. (5)
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“Luck has followed you twice now.”
“...”
The clown spoke casually.
Something was strange.
The director hadn't made a mistake with that last attack.
They had been too close for it to miss, and it was a blow that couldn't possibly have gone wide.
Yet it had.
As if someone had forced the fist off course.
“W-What was that?”
“Who knows?”
The mask grinned grotesquely.
Once again, all the clown had done was make a small gesture with one hand.
“...”
Only then did the director's smile begin to fade.
How had the clown done it?
What trick had he used?
The director had checked every possible threat.
There was no aura to sense, and that scrawny body barely had any muscle.
‘That frail body deflected an attack I even reinforced with Bloodcraft...?’
How could that make any sense?
Whether he believed it or not, it was impossible by any common-sense standard.
Yet it was the reality right before the director's eyes.
“W-What did you do?”
“Do you want to know?”
The mask tilted its head, laughing.
The upturned corners of its mouth seemed to be mocking the director.
An unfamiliar situation, an enemy whose strength couldn't be gauged, killing intent that kept growing thicker...
With that ridicule added on top, the director couldn't remain calm.
“Y-You bastard, with your pathetic little tricks...!”
The director charged again.
This time, he had even formed a weapon with Bloodcraft.
Scarlet blood condensed into a massive hammer.
He intended to turn the clown into minced meat with a single blow.
Screeeech-!
The air tore apart with an even louder roar.
The heavy hammerhead came crashing down on the boy.
The mask remained quiet.
“Don't you learn?”
“...!”
Click-.
It missed again.
This time, the hammer struck the innocent floor.
A huge crater formed in the corridor.
“T-That... That can't be...!”
At last, the director became certain.
The opponent wasn't ordinary.
There was no sorcery, mana, demonic energy, not even the presence of a Ghoul.
Just a human.
An ordinary person.
And yet, the boy was pulling off something so bizarre.
Leisurely, as though it took no effort at all.
“Fuck, f-f-fuck...!”
The director was beginning to break down.
Every trace of his earlier composure had vanished.
“Ghk!”
The director charged recklessly.
He intended to overwhelm the boy with sheer size.
The result was the same.
“You're slow. You're making me want to yawn.”
“Y-You fucking, f-f-fucker...!”
“When are you going to catch me?”
“Shut uuuup!”
“I don't know how many more chances I need to give you. I've already had more than ten chances to kill you.”
“Ugh, aaaaah...!”
Click-.
Click-.
Click-.
Click-.
The director charged again and again, missing every time.
The ticking hands of a clock pierced his eardrums.
The director only grew more exhausted.
“Huff, huff...!”
He swung with every ounce of strength, yet the hammer was knocked away each time.
After dozens of failed attacks, his breath burned in his throat.
Cold sweat soaked the director's back.
“D-Damn it... This, this makes no sense!!”
For the first time in his life, the director felt fear toward a human.
Humans had only ever been material for the director's creations.
Inferior creatures.
Trash that had to be reborn as art through the director's hands.
Yes. That was how it was supposed to be...
“I'm getting tired of waiting. I was planning to let you hit me at least once.”
“G-Get away...!”
“I can move now, can't I?”
“Eek...!”
That trash was cornering the director.
No, it was going beyond that. It was trying to kill him.
The director writhed like a worm.
“D-Don't come closer! Don't come any closer!”
Stagger, stagger-.
The director swung the hammer wildly while backing away without realizing it.
Crackle-.
The boy, who had been taking quick steps in place, vanished.
His figure flickered like a heat haze, then dispersed.
The director looked around in confusion.
“W-What? Where did you go...?”
Stab-.
Just as the director turned to look behind him, something pierced his right arm.
Pain like lava flowing through his veins.
His flesh burned with a deafening hiss.
Sizzle-!
“Gyaaaaaah!!”
The director screamed.
His arm crumbled away piece by piece, as though all its moisture had dried out.
As tears streamed down the director's face, a voice came from behind.
The vanished clown stood at the director's back.
“Your reactions are quite intense.”
The clown held that gleaming shard in one hand.
Startled, the director fell backward.
Crash!
“Ghk, haa...! Huff, huff...”
“Vampires and Ghouls can supposedly regenerate as long as they have blood to replenish themselves. Unfortunately, the wound I've given you won't heal. The weapon I'm holding is rather special.”
“Gah!”
Whoosh!
The director swung his remaining arm in an attempt to drive the clown away, but once again, it only cut through innocent empty air.
The boy wasn't there.
“How does it feel?”
“...!”
Behind the director.
When had the boy moved there?
It was too fast to follow with the naked eye.
Before the director could flee, a Stake was driven into his right thigh.
Stab!
“Gyaaaaaah!!!”
“Does it hurt?”
The leg burned, then collapsed into ash.
A groan slipped from the director's hoarse throat.
The boy vanished again.
Then he appeared behind the director once more.
“Are you afraid?”
Stab, stab!
There was no hesitation this time.
The clown stabbed the director's remaining arm and thigh once each.
With all four limbs gone, the director was left as nothing but a torso, writhing like a grub.
Crunch-.
The heel of the boy's dress shoe settled atop that crumpled body.
“You can't run anymore. Are you feeling despair?”
“Ah, agh...”
The director denied reality.
No, he wanted to deny it.
“T-This can't be... This can't happen, ugh, ah, this can't be happening!!”
“Shut it.”
Smack!
When the director let out a shriek, the boy grabbed his jaw.
Then he clenched his fist and struck the director's mouth again and again.
Teeth shattered and scattered everywhere.
Looking closely, it wasn't a fist, but a rock.
He swung it as if determined to break every last fang.
Smack! Crunch, crack!
Each blow wounded the boy's hand as well.
Even so, he showed no sign of pain. He was simply merciless.
The director wasn't even allowed to scream.
“Ugh...”
“Quiet.”
“G-Stop...”
“Quiet.”
“Ghk...”
“Quiet.”
“...”
“Quiet.”
“...”
Sizzle-
The Stake was pressed against his flesh, slowly searing raw skin.
By the time burns had spread across the director's entire body and every tooth had been shattered...
Thud, thud!
“S-Save me...”
The director began to beg.
“Pwease, I-I wuz... I wuz wong...”
“...”
“P-Pwease... spware me...”
“...Ha.”
The clown gave a short, hollow laugh.
He lowered the weapon in his hand.
Then he brought the mask close to the director.
Was he going to grant that request?
Hope glimmered in the director's mangled eyes.
“There's a line people often use at times like this. It's a little cliché, but still.”
The mask.
The smiling mask.
“You're asking me to spare you. But you...”
Huh.
That mask,
had it
always
smiled
like
that?
“Have you ever spared even one person who begged you?”
The director's vision warped wildly.
The corners of the mask's mouth tore all the way to its ears, until it could no longer be called a face.
Only then did the director realize he had said something he never should have.
“Ah...”
The next instant.
The mask's eyes and mouth turned scarlet.
Its torn mouth spread open to the ceiling.
A gateway opened inside it.
A deep place.
A bottomless abyss.
A world that should not exist.
The director fell into a scarlet space.
“...”
Tentacles swarmed everywhere.
A sea of blood, bodily fluids, and pus rose to the roots of the sky.
Things writhed within it, along with phenomena beyond understanding.
There was a sun in the sky.
A massive sun.
No, it wasn't a sun.
It was an eyeball as vast as the sea.
“...”
Tentacles wrapped around the director's body.
It.
It looked down at him.
The director was reflected in that swarming pupil.
Even then, he couldn't tell what color its iris was.
Perhaps his eyes had burned away the instant their gazes met.
“Ah, aaaah...”
A shrill breath escaped.
The director sank.
Blood, bodily fluids, and pus choked him.
That being was still looking down.
“Ah...”
A sound was heard.
A sound that couldn't possibly be heard.
.- - -... .- ... .... -.-. .. .--. .... . .-.
It.
It was speaking to the director.
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For one second, a hundred years seemed to pass.
A language that should never have been understood flooded into the director's mind.
The director's body convulsed violently.
And before long...
His brain burned out.
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