Chapter 86: Acceleration (2)
I Was Mistaken as a Monstrous Genius Actor
Translator: Dreamscribe
Park Pan-seo, who had been gazing at Kang Woojin, let go of his hand and replied,
âI watched your previous performance. You did well.â
At that moment, Director Kim Do-hee and the assistant director approached. It was Director Kim Do-hee who spoke first.
âIf youâre done with greetings, Woojin, you can go get your makeup and costume ready.â
âYes, Director.â
âSir, are you really okay?â
âI told you, Iâm fine.â
At this point, Kang Woojin looked at Park Pan-seo, whose presence reminded him of a fierce tiger.
âIs he unwell?â
Noticing Woojinâs concerned gaze, Park Pan-seo waved the script as if to say not to worry.
âDonât worry, Woojin. Just focus on your acting. The director is just overreacting.â
âAh- understood.â
At that, Director Kim Do-hee sighed softly and directed the assistant director.
âAlright, letâs hurry then. Woojin, get your makeup and costume done. Woojin! You know from the script, todayâs makeup is a bit heavy, right?â
âIâm aware.â
Soon after, Kang Woojin moved with the assistant director to where the makeup team was gathered. Watching Woojinâs retreating figure, Park Pan-seo murmured to Director Kim Do-hee,
âDonât interrupt his performance in the middle of the scene because youâre worried about me.â
â······Yes, sir.â
Though she responded appropriately, Director Kim Do-hee looked at Park Pan-seo, slightly surprised.
âItâs strange. Heâs usually so calm, but heâs flared up today?â
Like Park Pan-seo, she fixed her gaze on Kang Woojin up ahead.
âIs it because of Woojin? Strange. Jae-jun too. While thereâs certainly the zeal of a rookie, Woojin has this ability to awaken other actors. Itâs not bad for me, but stillâ¦â
Director Kim Do-hee felt a little sorry for actors working with Kang Woojin and recalled something male lead Jin Jae-jun had said the day before.
âActing in front of him feels like being stripped bare, not as an actor but as the character.â
It was something that Director Kim Do-hee, as a director, could never truly feel and understand. Regardless, she moved to the location where three monitors were set up.
âHmm?â
Among the spectators held back by the crew, she noticed Choi Sung-gun. And then,
âAre those the guests he said would come today?â
The two individuals accompanying him had their faces covered, catching the directorâs attention. Choi Sung-gun and Director Kim Do-hee exchanged a distant glance. But the director tilted her head.
âWho are they? There are two of them. Theyâve both covered their faces, so they must be famous.â
The two guests accompanying Choi Sung-gun were wearing masks. Though she had known they would come, Director Kim Do-heeâs curiosity grew. It was obvious that they were in the same industry since they came to see Woojin. But asking directly would be awkward.
Scratching her chin, Director Kim Do-hee called over the assistant director.
âDo you see over there? CEO Choi with the two masked individuals.â
âOh, yes, who are they?â
âI donât know. Just let the crew know not to bother those two since theyâre CEO Choiâs guests.â
âGot it.â
âDo we have any spare chairs?â
âYes, a few.â
âGive them some. Let them sit and watch.â
Upon receiving the directorâs order, the assistant director immediately brought over some stacked plastic chairs. Choi Sung-gun, receiving the chairs, nodded in gratitude to Director Kim Do-hee. As he unfolded the plastic chairs, he gestured to the two guests.
âPlease, sit down.â
He spoke briefly in Japanese. Naturally. The guests were Director Kyotaro and author Akari. After a light greeting with Choi Sung-gun, Director Kyotaro and Akari took their seats, expressing their gratitude.
âThank you.â
âThank you very much.â
Though some nearby staff members threw curious glances at the two, Director Kyotaro and author Akari paid little attention. Especially author Akari, pushing up her glasses perched on the tip of her nose, was busy observing Kang Woojin, who was in the middle of getting his makeup done.
âHis physique looks good.â
Her first impression wasnât bad. All the while, she glanced at Director Kyotaro sitting next to her, who was exchanging a few words in Japanese with Choi Sung-gun.
âThe director praised him highly, but to what extent is that true?â
Shifting her gaze back to Woojin, Akari thought,
âHeâll surely act well. But Iâve heard heâs a rookie. For an actor, the amount of experience canât be overlooked.â
While she wasnât an expert in acting, author Akari had penned numerous novels so far. That means sheâs created an immense number of characters. The essence of a character ultimately needs to be based on experience. At least, that was her belief.
âOne needs to observe, feel, and have realizations to intensify acting. In that regard, that kid might be lacking.â
With those thoughts, Akari continued to watch Kang Woojin intently.
âStill, he must have something to compensate for his shortcomings.â
About 40 minutes later.
Kang Woojinâs makeup and costume preparations were completed. Of course, the filming preparations were completed as well. Various cameras were set up in front of the makeshift table outside the warehouse. Lighting and audio equipment were also in place. The crew members tightened their circle around the filming zone, pushing the onlookers further back. Park Pan-seo, or Professor Kim, sat at the makeshift table, while Kang Woojin stood outside the cameraâs frame.
They had already completed a brief rehearsal.
Thus, every crew member stood still, looking towards the filming zone. Director Kim Do-hee discussed the route briefly with the director of photography.
âWhen Lee Sang-man first enters, it should feel like heâs entering from outside the frame. You get the idea, right?â
âYeah, okay, okay.â
According to the script, this scene was set a considerable time after drug king Choi Jun-ho was killed by Jeong Seong-hoon. After dealing with Lee Sang-man, Jeong Seong-hoon, gains momentum by selling drugs in Japan. He makes a lot of money and expands his influence in Japan.
However, Jeong Seong-hoonâs true identity was a police officer.
His undercover operation was at risk. There were disputes between the senior police officers who initiated the project and Jeong Seong-hoon, but Jeong Seong-hoon, having already tasted wealth, ignored them. Thus, his operations in Japan faced a temporary halt.
Because the senior officers were meddling.
Jeong Seong-hoon temporarily stopped his ventures in Japan and targeted the domestic market in Korea. Thatâs when Lee Sang-man reappears. Whether in Japan or Korea, Jeong Seong-hoonâs operations were too slow, largely due to the conflicts with the senior officers. But Lee Sang-man didnât know that.
However, Lee Sang-man couldnât just eliminate Jeong Seong-hoon recklessly.
Since Jeong Seong-hoon had grown significantly, his operations had expanded several times. Moreover, if they got rid of him, there would be disruptions in drug manufacturing and sales. He wouldnât receive the perks he got for free. Therefore, behind Jeong Seong-hoonâs back, Lee Sang-man secretly called in the manufacturer known as âProfessor Kimâ or Kim Hyun-soo.
It was to trap Professor Kim.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Then,
âAlright, letâs go!â
After Director Kim Do-hee finished talking with the director of photography, she shouted and sat down. Immediately after, a crew member in front of the camera clapped the slate.
âReady-â
The signal echoed through a megaphone.
âAction!â
The camera angle showed the makeshift table outside the warehouse. On the table, there were various dishes and soju. Sitting there was Park Pan-seo, or rather, Professor Kim. Professor Kim, wearing a well-ventilated brown linen shirt, moved his hand.
Swish.
He poured soju into a glass. His expression was stern. There was tension, but it wasnât overwhelming. Gulp. After downing the soju in one shot, Professor Kim picked up wooden chopsticks.
âAh- Do you like sashimi?â
From somewhere, a raspy, tired male voice was heard. It was Kang Woojin, dressed in a suit. No, it was Lee Sang-man. Either way, it doesnât matter; theyâre one and the same. He had dozens of henchmen following him.
âUgh, itâs hot.â
Stopping in front of the table, Lee Sang-man took off his suit jacket. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Tattoos were clearly visible on both arms. Soon, Lee Sang-man sat down across from Professor Kim.
âWhy is it so hard to meet you, Professor Kim?â
Lee Sang-man, pouring soju into Professor Kimâs glass, had a different aura now. There was still a fierce light in his eyes, but it wasnât as sharp. It was weaker. It wasnât a deliberate show of vulnerability.
The former violence in Lee Sang-man had diminished.
However, there was a creepy aura about him. While his actions were snake-like, they were reminiscent of the quick strike of a mantis. Slithering, frail, yet disgustingly lethal.
-Sizzle.
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he took out a cigarette and offered the pack to Professor Kim.
âHave one.â
âI quit smoking.â
âWhy quit something this good?â
âIâm getting old.â
âBullshit. Stop trying to ruin the mood. Just because they call you âprofessorâ, do you think youâve become one?â
Suddenly grinding his teeth, Lee Sang-man burst into a sly smile. A sudden shift in his expression. The camera captured it closely.
âAh ah- Sorry, Professor Kim.â
Professor Kim stared back at Lee Sang-man pensively and asked,
âAre you okay?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âLooking at your face, itâs evident. Youâre dying.â
âOld man. Watch your mouth before I shove a bottle of soju down your throat.â
Feeble yet sharp. Thereâs a peculiar charm in the unique way Lee Sang-man scratches his arm. A warning that can be felt as if trying to suppress a surge of emotion. However, Professor Kim just looked at Lee Sang-man with pity.
It was expected.
Sunken eyes, dark circles growing more prominent, deep wrinkles across his face, disheveled hair, and a sparsely grown beard.
The man sitting in front of him was no longer the Lee Sang-man, just a junkie intoxicated by drugs.
âSo, why did you want to see me?â
âStraight to the point? Good. You see, Iâd rather you lick my ass instead of sucking up to Director Jeong.â
âAre you asking me to abandon Jeong Seong-hoon?â
âNo? It would be a waste to simply abandon him.â
-Swish.
Laughing like a madman, Lee Sang-man leaned towards Professor Kim.
âWhy not sell that guyâs organs?â
âUnfortunately, I donât do business with junkies.â
ââ¦What?â
âYou should sell drugs, not consume them. Letâs pretend I didnât hear anything today.â
âDid you sleep with Jeong Seong-hoon or something?â
â⦠â¦â
âI told you to lick my ass, not stick your tongue in it. Youâve got such a long tongue for a bastard.â
The stark difference between the initial Lee Sang-man and now. Or, it might be better to describe it as a degeneration. The sophistication and gravity he once had was gone. He appeared merely as a lunatic lost in addiction.
In truth, he was falling apart.
This transformation was evident in Lee Sang-manâs tone, gaze, and behavior.
Regardless, Professor Kim, having quickly downed a shot of soju, stood up from his seat. As he took a step, Lee Sang-man, now lighting a new cigarette, laughed in astonishment. Yet, the nature of his laughter had changed; any semblance of control he had was now gone.
âThese puny little bastards: due to me, they wear gold rings. But now theyâre treating me like some common junkie.â
However, Professor Kim ignored Lee Sang-man. Yet, about ten of Lee Sang-manâs henchmen blocked his path. Following them, Lee Sang-man slowly stood up behind him.
âProfessor Kim, thereâs no need to hurry; just go and make some drugs for this addict.â
âTalk to Jeong Seong-hoon.â
Lee Sang-man, slowly and leisurely, approached the halted Professor Kim. But there was no restraint in his eyes. Leaning in, Lee Sang-man placed his face on Professor Kimâs right shoulder from behind. The camera captured two people side by side from the front in a two-shot.
Then, Lee Sang-man whispered eerily into Professor Kimâs ear.
âYou keep mentioning Jeong Seong-hoon. Does he know the recipe too?â
ââ¦Maybe.â
âIt seems like he does, right?â
âMake way.â
It was then that Professor Kim, or rather Park Pan-seo, wiped the sweat from his hand onto his pants. It was acting, but not really. He realized, thanks to Lee Sang-manâs voice in his ear.
That he would soon die.
But Lee Sang-manâs words didnât stop.
âYouâre tight-lipped.â
He removed his face from the shoulder, but Professor Kim still heard the eerie voice from behind him.
âEveryone keeps mentioning Jeong Seong-hoon. Heâs no longer involved with the Japanese, and heâs not making moves in the domestic market either. What will you do?â
âJeong Seong-hoon, that rat bastard, has stopped his dealings with those Japanese. Heâs blabbering about the domestic market, but heâs not taking action. Things are stagnant. What can we do?â
âLee Sang-man.â
âI mean, we need to reduce the number of mouths to feed, even if itâs just one.â
Professor Kim let out a small sigh and forcefully pushed through the henchmen blocking his way. But it wasnât easy. Soon after, any semblance of sanity disappeared from Lee Sang-manâs eyes, replaced only by primal instinct.
âLetâs see-â
Lee Sang-man glanced around and spotted bricks stacked in front of the warehouse.
âAh, perfect.â
Picking up a brick, his movements seemed tired, his breathing slow, like someone wishing for the end of a long day. Holding the brick, Lee Sang-man called out to Professor Kim, who was struggling with the henchmen.
âProfessor Kim.â
When Professor Kim turned around, Lee Sang-man swiftly slammed the brick into his face.
â Whack!
There was no emotion on his face, just indifference.
âDo you think this old thingâs organs will sell? Hey, will it?â
A henchman trembled in response.
âIt, it seems difficult, sir.â
âRight? What about the eyes?â
â⦠â¦â
âNever mind.â
Lee Sang-man mounted the groaning Professor Kim, who lay on the ground.
âChoke⦠Coughâ¦â
He climbed on top of him and continued his assault, hitting Professor Kimâs head with the brick twice.
-Whack!! Whack!!!
There was no hesitation. Soon, blood splattered, staining the brick.
â Swoosh.
Lee Sang-man sniffed the blood-soaked brick and chuckled malevolently.
âMust be because heâs old, because thereâs a foul smell.â
â⦠Ugh-â
âIâm gonna live. Hey, just stay still! Wait.â
-Whack, whack, whack, whack!
The repeated dull sounds of the brick smashing into Professor Kimâs head continued. But that too soon became a softer, mushy sound. Every time Lee Sang-man struck, the bones crumbled, and soon, all that was left of Professor Kim was a bloody lump of flesh.
But Lee Sang-man did not stop.
-Whack, whack, whack!
It was as if he was trying to bury the lump of flesh into the ground. Every strike splattered more blood, now covering not just the brick but also Lee Sang-manâs face.
Blood mixed harmoniously with the dark spots on his face.
After his frenzied attack, Lee Sang-man, gasping, threw the bloodied brick at one of the henchmen and without wiping his face, sat down at a nearby makeshift table. He poured himself a shot of soju and took a slice of raw fish.
Chewing on the fish, Lee Sang-man used chopsticks to point at the bloody pulp on the ground.
âCall Jeong Seong-hoon. And get rid of that.â
He lit a cigarette. The camera zoomed in tightly on Lee Sang-man, covered in blood and dark spots. He scratched his arm and looked into the camera, slightly raising the corner of his twitching mouth.
âOr you guys can cook and eat it. Make it tender.â