Reborn as a Prophet in a Horror Movie

#036Reader Mode

T/N: Trigger Warning: May contain scenes of violence that are graphically depicted, which may upset sensitive viewers.

#036

Thankfully, Seojun managed to keep his composure, avoiding the embarrassment of staining his worn-out jeans. The reason behind it was as clear as day.

Battling to resist the urge to roll his eyes backward, Seojun managed to pry them open. His vision remained hazy and strained, yet he was undeniably alive. The chilling caress of the tentacle had ceased, leaving his internal organs unharmed. Except for a throbbing soreness in his throat, his heart, liver, lungs, and stomach had not been sucked into some grotesque tube and blended together. This led to one surprising conclusion.

In its own peculiar way, the monster had actually saved Seojun.

To be precise, it was more like the monster had chosen “not to kill him” rather than actively “saving him.” Nevertheless, it was still something to be grateful for. At that moment, Seojun felt such immense relief that he could have easily formed a cult devoted to the alien creature and knelt in worship twice daily.

Seojun wasn’t the only one who took notice of the monster’s strange behavior. Johan, spitting out a glob of blood and saliva, swiftly rose to his feet. His eyes darted across the scene, taking in every detail. His icy blue gaze absorbed everything—the demolished dormitory wall, the gruesomely dismembered soldier, Golden lying on the ground, and Gas Mask, who was bleeding…

Johan wasted no time as his gaze locked onto Gas Mask. Making a swift and resolute decision, he propelled himself forward. Not even the pain in his ankle, which had been sprained during the earlier fall, mattered as adrenaline coursed through his veins. With a quick and determined stride, Johan twisted his body, utilizing his momentum. His strong shoulder, toughened from rigorous physical training, led the charge. With a grunt, he crashed into Gas Mask.

Beneath the dark trench coat worn by Gas Mask, a horrifying sound erupted as fabric and flesh forcefully tore apart.

[Argh!]

Gas Mask’s reaction was muffled yet filled with pain, a guttural cry that barely managed to escape the confines of his mask. His breath came out hot and rapid, expelling a spray of saliva that fogged the interior of the mask. Johan’s imposing stature and substantial weight, primarily composed of muscle, had the potential to inflict serious damage. Unprotected, a blow like that could easily shatter ribs or cause internal bleeding.

However, Gas Mask, always focused on self-preservation, did not crumble to the ground, coughing up blood. Instead, he irritably pushed against Johan, attempting to dislodge the heavy weight bearing down on him.

But it was no easy task. Johan, with his robust shoulders and well-sculpted forearms, easily overpowered Gas Mask’s efforts to push him away. Blood once again streamed from Johan’s fingers, which were still in the process of healing, but he persisted, relentlessly driving them into Gas Mask.

A muffled scream filled the air. Gas Mask couldn’t bear the excruciating pain as Johan mercilessly pressed down on his exposed flesh, muscles, and veins.

[You, damned bastard!]

A muffled shout, distorted by the gas mask, struck Johan’s ears like a bolt of lightning. His eyes narrowed at the voice that was unclear, finding it unbecoming for someone who ruthlessly slaughtered people.

Moreover, the distinct accent, trailing off towards the end, reminded Johan of the caretaker’s voice he’d overheard when Christina made the campsite reservation. Seojun’s persistent theory finally gained credibility.

But did it truly matter who the killer was? Johan had no interest in Gas Mask’s name, past, or even the motive behind the gruesome murders.

What Johan desperately needed right now was Gas Mask’s bleeding body. Taking a deep breath, he remained painfully aware of Seojun’s presence behind him, helplessly held captive by the monster.

Johan’s brief hesitation was swiftly crushed by an overwhelming surge of primal aggression. Tasting blood on his cracked lips, he fiercely tore into Gas Mask with his bare hands. They crashed to the ground, their bodies entwined like wild dogs locked in a vicious fight. Johan’s grip was unyielding, his fingers sinking into Gas Mask with a desperate strength.

The world around them spun in a chaotic whirlwind. Johan’s vision blurred, his eyes burning and bloodshot, indicating that the delicate vessels had ruptured under the strain. Amidst the haze, all he could make out was the dark, billowing fabric of Gas Mask’s trench coat within his line of sight.

Johan, consumed by pure instinct, thrust his arm forward without restraint, casting aside all reason and rationality. What he craved was raw, primal violence. His fingers, ragged and stripped of their nails, ruthlessly dug into Gas Mask’s injured leg.

[Ahhhhh!]

Gas Mask’s scream reverberated with sheer agony. The wound inflicted by the blade was deep yet narrow. However, Johan, seemingly indifferent to his own mangled hand, widened the wound further, forcefully plunging all five fingers inside.

With each movement of his fingers, Gas Mask let out another anguished cry. Johan showed no mercy, his hand finally closing around the small blade embedded in the flesh. Gas Mask’s struggles grew increasingly desperate.

It wasn’t just Johan who had lost control. Gas Mask, too, writhed in unbearable agony as his flesh and veins were mercilessly torn. In a desperate attempt to fight back, he swung his elbow towards Johan’s head.

The sound of the elbow cutting through the air prompted Johan to instinctively dodge. Gas Mask’s elbow narrowly missed his head, grazing Johan’s shoulder instead.

“Ugh!”

Johan grunted from the impact of the blow. If it had landed, it could have caused severe damage, potentially even dislodging an eye.

However, Gas Mask’s effort proved futile, and Johan wasn’t going to offer him another opportunity. Firmly gripping the blade lodged in Gas Mask’s leg, Johan forcefully yanked it out.

[Urgh…]

Blood gushed from Gas Mask’s leg, as if a major artery had been severed. His thigh looked like a badly butchered piece of meat, hemorrhaging profusely. Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, Gas Mask trembled, unable to stand.

Johan released a heavy sigh. Initially intending to wipe the sweat from his brow with his bloodied hand, he hesitated and instead wiped it irritably on his less stained clothing with a click of his tongue. Then, with a swift kick, he flipped Gas Mask onto his stomach.

A bright trail of Gas Mask’s blood marked their path as Johan dragged him toward the alien monster. Johan’s smile was almost warm as he approached the otherworldly being, which reeked of musty scents from swamp and deep lake.

“Monster, here’s your favorite meal,” Johan’s voice came out slightly hoarse, prompting him to swallow a couple of times before he could speak properly. He purposefully avoided glancing at Seojun, instead choosing to kneel beside Gas Mask and apply pressure to his wound, coaxing more blood to the surface.

A thought crossed Johan’s mind.

Why did the monster, having come this far, specifically target the soldier within the building? After all, the soldier was hidden in the safest location from the monster’s perspective, even though it was against his will.

Yet, the man-eating alien hadn’t shown any interest in Seojun, Johan, Gas Mask, or Golden, who were all in close by. It hadn’t focused on Airi and Christina on the roof, or even William. So, why the soldier?

Johan’s memory remained sharp, vividly recalling what he had done to the soldier. The barbecue skewer had impaled his side, causing intestines and blood to seep out. Without proper bandaging, the wound continued to bleed.

The soldier had mentioned using them as bait for the monster. Realization struck Johan as he acknowledged the crucial detail he had overlooked. The creature seemed to have a preference for living humans, particularly those who were bleeding.

With this in mind, Johan created fresh bait – someone alive, bleeding profusely, and full of various body parts to eat. He proceeded to drag Gas Mask’s body towards the monster, offering it up kindly right before the creature.

Ironically, it was the serial killer who bled the most in this moment. A boyish, almost mischievous smile hung on Johan’s lips.

“Bon appétit,” he said, his hands stained with blood concealed behind his back. His lips curled slightly upward, eyes softly creased, exuding his usual relaxed demeanor. However, hidden from sight, his trembling hands betrayed the internal turmoil.

He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing a wry grin. Being an accomplished athlete, Johan understood that success in sports relied not only on physical prowess but also on strategic thinking and precise execution.

Similarly, life wasn’t always a stage where one could openly display their true emotions. Instead of revealing his bloodied hands, Johan focused on controlling his breathing, projecting an aura of composure, as if Seojun wasn’t teetering on the brink of death.

Standing on Gas Mask’s neck, Johan pinned him firmly to the ground, his gaze fixed on the monstrous creature. His attention was drawn to the odd split in the middle of the monster’s body. Although unsure of the monster’s eyes’ exact location, if it had any, Johan dismissed these trivial thoughts, inhaling the night air saturated with the scent of blood.

“Do you really expect me to unwrap the package as well? You have plenty of hands for that,” he remarked, addressing the monster.

There was only one thing Johan desired—to divert the attention of this unwelcome visitor from a distant universe onto himself.

Even if only for a fleeting moment, he yearned for the tentacles to release their grip on his slender waist and withdraw the offensive limb from his gut, delving into areas even Johan couldn’t reach.

The sound of grinding teeth echoed, audible only to Johan. A metallic taste filled his mouth as he licked the wound he had bitten into. He couldn’t comprehend their cruel nature—carelessly inflicting harm upon others and ruthlessly devouring them! He lightly kicked Gas Mask’s temple and clicked his tongue in irritation.

As a result of the kick, Gas Mask’s mask shifted slightly. Johan casually glanced down, noticing it snagging on his sports shoe.

At that moment, Johan’s wish was finally granted.

The greedy monster showed interest in the enticing bait. A limb resembling the tentacle that had previously captured Airi extended forward. Gleaming with an oily sheen, the tentacle silently slithered its way up, seizing hold of Gas Mask’s calf.

Whether one would classify it as an extraordinary grip or not, the exact extent of the monster’s tentacle strength remained uncertain to those present. However, there was no denying that it was undeniably formidable. The sound of Gas Mask’s knee being crushed was drowned out by his agonized screams.

“Ugh, uh! Ahhh! No! No!”

Gas Mask’s cries, now clearer due to his slightly askew mask, pierced Johan’s ears with sharp clarity. Gas Mask desperately dug his fingers into the earth, fiercely resisting being dragged away. Yet, attempting to withstand the relentless force of the monster with only eight fingers proved to be a near-impossible task.

As Gas Mask struggled desperately, his bloodied hands continuously slipped, unable to find a firm grip. In one last, frantic attempt, his hands clung to Johan’s sneaker, holding onto it as if it were his only hope.

However, there was no sense of camaraderie in this moment. Johan looked down at Gas Mask, his expression devoid of emotion, and casually shook his foot. The blood from Gas Mask’s hands left a long, crimson smear on Johan’s once white sneakers.

T/N: Wow, Johan really didn’t waste a second offering up that murderer to Monster X to get his prophet back. Did it with a smile too Lol. Can we officially tag him as crazy now? Something is off.