Chapter 68: CUT. Chainsaw Blues (3)

Yuna cautiously stepped back.

Once she had enough distance, she charged straight at the Director.

She jumped and slammed her knee into the center of the owl mask.

The Director fell.

Yuna jumped again, intending to crush the owl head with her foot.

But the Director quickly rolled away, dodging her attack. Simultaneously, he swung the chainsaw from a low position.

Vroom-

The end of Yuna’s long hair was slightly cut.

“That was close.”

If it had been any closer, it would have cut more than just her hair. The Director chuckled, seeming disappointed, as he stood up.

Yuna raised her guard.

That owl head…

She had thought it was a creature that had leaked from the videotape, but now she wasn’t so sure.

It was incredibly strong and intelligent. Moreover, nothing like it had ever appeared in any videotape before.

“Who… what are you?”

“You don’t have the luxury to ask such questions!”

He thrust the chainsaw straight at her.

Yuna bent backward swiftly, like performing the limbo.

The blade grazed her protruding chest. Her outer garment was torn, revealing a purple bra.

“Heh, you dodge well like a slippery eel.”

“…”

“You’re perfect for the role of the final girl who survives and faces the killer.”

The Director raised the chainsaw above his head.

The engine roared, spewing thick steam. He shook his arms wildly, performing a bizarre chainsaw dance.

“But a lewd slut like you can’t be the final girl!! Die here and now!!!”

He charged at Yuna. This time, it was an unavoidable blow.

At that moment, something whizzed through the air. It struck the side of the spinning chainsaw blade with a clear sound.

The charging Director stopped and looked at the object that had flown in. It was a crowbar.

Yeoreum stood at the door.

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“Yeoreum!”

Yuna ran and hugged him tightly.

Yeoreum was shocked. Not by their reunion but by her appearance.

She was wearing what looked like a ‘Virgin Killer Sweater,’ with only her chest exposed.

Seeing her white, voluptuous cleavage wrapped in underwear made him dizzy.

“Yu, Yuna, why… why are you dressed like that?”

“I got hit by the chainsaw…”

The blood-soaked lecture hall looked like a butcher shop from hell.

The Director stared at Yeoreum.

“The protagonist appears.”

“Where is the narrator’s body?”

“The narrator’s body? I chopped it up and threw it in the sewer long ago!”

The Director threw the chainsaw.

The blade spun like a disc towards Yuna and Yeoreum.

Yuna grabbed Yeoreum and ducked.

Vroom-

The blade skimmed over their heads.

The thrown chainsaw embedded itself into the wall.

“Killing is an art. It deconstructs humanity, revealing the naked face of our nature, and simultaneously reassures us that life might be nothing more than a delightful nightmare. And you are interrupting that precious time.”

The Director kept talking as he took off his black overcoat.

“I’ll show you the most gruesome execution scene here. It will be an iconic moment in film history.”

The Director had long chainsaw blades crossed over his body.

He pulled out two small chainsaws from behind his waist. He swung them swiftly, cutting through the air, and charged.

He was like an excited steel mantis.

Yuna grabbed the chainsaw embedded in the wall. She pressed the button, and the blade spun heavily.

Like King Arthur pulling Excalibur, she pulled the chainsaw from the wall and turned to face the Director.

The chainsaws rushed toward each other.

The Director and Yuna, blade against blade.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr—

Like samurais crossing swords, sparks flew intensely. The fierce sound suited the climactic battle in the lecture hall.

One chainsaw style against two chainsaw style – neither could retreat. The force of pushing and the engine’s vibrations made their arms tremble.

To avoid being pushed back in the clash, Yuna twisted the chainsaw blade and resisted.

The Director wielded two small chainsaws, making his strength twice as formidable.

“Argh…!!”

“Yes, that’s the spirit! My film needs that kind of desperation!!”

“Shut… up…!”

Yuna gritted her teeth. But she was gradually pushed back by the Director.

The clashing blades drew closer. The strength in her arm holding the chainsaw was waning.

Yeoreum stepped in to help Yoo Yuna.

With a shout, he swung the crowbar at the Director.

Without even looking, the Director kicked him. Yeoreum was sent flying by the side kick.

“Yeoreum…!!”

Seeing her lover get hurt, Yuna’s vision turned red.

Adrenaline surged, pushing her muscles to their limits. She was fueled by a rage-induced power boost.

The tide of strength reversed.

Yuna roared as she pushed the Director back. He stumbled, knocking over the desk arrangement.

“Wait, I can’t lose here?”

“Dieeeeeee!!!”

“Cut! Let’s start over from the beginning…! Cut!!”

“Screw you!!!!!!!!!”

She plunged the chainsaw into the Director’s chest.

Fssssshhh-

The blade pierced through to his back, going right through his torso.

Yuna twisted the chainsaw where it was. The sound of intestines and bones twisting filled the air.

Red blood spurted out in a grand spectacle.

“Die…!!”

She was about to lift the chainsaw to slice him in half.

The Director grabbed the blade with his hand.

With a strong grip, the fiercely spinning chain blade stopped.

The chainsaw cracked and shattered.

Despite the broken blade embedded deep in his body, the Director moved without a problem.

“…Have you forgotten? When facing a killer in a horror movie, you always aim for the head.”

“This can’t be…”

The Director pushed the stunned Yuna hard. She flew and hit the wall.

“I am an immortal being. Even the armies of seven nations couldn’t kill me.”

He pulled out the blade impaled in his body. The bleeding stopped, and the wound healed instantly.

An absurd vitality.

The broken blade, soaked in blood, looked like a flat red lightsaber.

The Director approached Yeoreum, who was sitting and coughing after the kick.

“A protagonist shouldn’t be sprawled out in a place like this.”

“What… what nonsense are you talking about…”

“Han Yeoreum. You have no idea how important you are. You’ve just found your role.”

“……”

“I’ll complete your character. Together, we can overturn reality and create the ultimate horror film.”

Yeoreum’s eyes widened.

“No matter what, I will never cooperate with you…”

“You’d better reconsider. No one has told you what happened to your father, have they?”

“My father…? I don’t care about that.”

“You should care.”

The Director removed the owl mask.

A middle-aged man’s face was revealed. He looked down at Yeoreum calmly.

“…I am your father.”

Silence fell over the chaotic lecture hall.

Yeoreum held his breath for a moment. It was as if a nuclear bomb had gone off in his ears.

Yuna, staggering, managed to speak.

“Yeoreum’s father…?!”

She remembered the album she had seen at Yeoreum’s house.

In the family photos, there was Yeoreum’s biological father. The Director, without the owl mask, was the spitting image of him.

The unexpected revelation of a blood relationship.

Yuna was shocked. She had just slammed a flying kick into her father-in-law’s face and stabbed him with a chainsaw. She failed as a daughter-in-law.

Yeoreum was also shocked. Although his body was Han Yeoreum, his mind was that of the axe murderer, so he couldn’t regard Yeoreum’s original father as his own.

Yet he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because the Director’s face, without the owl mask, seemed strangely familiar.

The Director looked at his son, who was sitting on the floor, and continued speaking.

“Director and actor, father and son. This is our destiny.”

“You’re not my father.”

“Wrong. Do you want to know the real truth?”

“……”

“Answer me.”

“…Yes. I want to know the truth.”

“Then take my hand. There is no other way.”

The Director extended his hand towards Yeoreum.

A strange vibration was felt from somewhere. A faint tremor.

Yeoreum slowly took the Director’s hand.

“Good. Now I’ll tell you…”

Before the Director could finish his sentence, the ceiling of the lecture hall suddenly collapsed.

Along with the falling debris, a massive pillar-like object slammed into the space.

The Director was crushed. No, he simply burst apart.

Exploded flesh splattered all over Yeoreum’s face.

Yeoreum was still holding the Director’s hand. The hand, now ownerless, was severed at the elbow.

The detached forearm dangled. Yuna and Yeoreum were speechless.

What had broken through the ceiling was the leg of a giant monster.

Its surface was made of green vegetation, resembling Jack’s beanstalk.

Someone descended from the leg.

“Guys, there you are!”

It was Jung Joo-Yi.

Yeoreum and Yuna stared at her blankly.

“I made friends with a Kaiju! It seems to like my movie!”

“……”

“What? Why do you look like that?”

“Joo-Yi senior… That monster just… stepped on Yeoreum’s father.”

“What?”

Joo-Yi tapped the green surface. The monster lifted its leg.

“Where? I can’t see anything.”

“You’re standing on him now…”

As Joo-Yi lifted her foot, sticky, red flesh clung to the sole of her shoe and stretched out.

It was unrecognizable.

“Oh~ Was this man Yeoreum’s father?”

The Director, scattered across the ground, looked like raw meat put through a blender.

Joo-Yi alternated looking at Yeoreum and the mangled flesh on the floor.

“He doesn’t really look like you, Yeoreum.”

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