[G-Class Entity Management Report]
No. 023559
Entity Name: Chainsaw Killers Jack and Tommy
Grade: Gamma (G)
→ As a growth-type entity, grade may increase over time.
Threat Level: 4
→ As a growth-type entity, danger level may increase over time.
*Classified as an orange-level threat entity.
Profile:
John, born in Texas, USA, possessed physical abilities far beyond those of ordinary humans even from a young age.
Had he chosen to use his power for the betterment of humanity, perhaps a different future would have unfolded.
But tragically, John was a hedonistic killer obsessed with cannibalism and murder.
He particularly preferred slicing flesh with his chainsaw—so much so that he gave it the pet name “Tommy.”
He murdered countless humans while indulging in cannibalism, until one day… he awakened.
And not just John—his chainsaw awakened as well.
Abilities:
The more John commits cannibalism, and the more Tommy commits murder, the stronger they become.
Even among growth-type entities, this is exceedingly rare.
Tommy has been confirmed to possess self-awareness.
Nicknamed: Ego Chainsaw.
Cautionary Notes:
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Subject is believed to have suffered extreme torture and abuse from his father during childhood. Never bring up anything related to family.
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Absolutely remember #1.
[Observation Log #081]
Why the hell is he so polite? This bastard’s a thrill-killer who’s murdered who knows how many people.
Fuck. I don’t care how “unique” his powers are—scum like this should just be eliminated.
[Observation Log #088]
I can’t stand the sound of that damn chainsaw. And the way he insists on using polite language makes me want to puke.
He gets stronger by killing people—shouldn’t we be taking him out right now?
[Observation Log #098]
Received a “date request” from him:
“Administrator-nim, would you go on a date with me? I’ve prepared a stir-fry made from human brains. I’m sure you’ll love it once you try it!”
Fucking psychopath. I’ve managed countless entities over the years, but this one is among the most repulsive.
After the Japan Deployment
Lee Eunha had been quietly pushing herself to the brink, all for one reason:
To join Team Zero, the newly established elite unit created by Lee Taeseong.
Her motive for joining was simple:
She had a goal to achieve.
Just like the other team members, Lee Eunha joined Tree to accomplish a personal objective.
At first, she had merely been a low-tier Epsilon-class manager, but after watching Lee Taeseong rise through the ranks, she concluded that staying by his side was the only way to survive in this wretched organization—and fulfill her own goal.
Lee Taeseong was an Irregular.
He was different.
‘Tree’ as an organization already disregarded conventional notions of common sense—but Lee Taeseong was someone who didn’t even abide by Tree’s rules.
That was why Eunha had to grow stronger.
To stay by his side, she had to keep pushing forward endlessly. But she knew her limits all too well.
Honestly, she felt inferior.
Compared to other team members like Oh Haeyoung, Yu Gi-jun, or Go Young-hee, she believed her innate potential was lacking.
Though Lee Taeseong himself had rated Eunha’s growth potential quite highly, she wasn’t aware of this.
“If you can master your abilities, I can confidently say you won’t die a meaningless death—at least not on Beta-grade entity missions.”
Even this, she dismissed as a mere formality.
At her current pace, even if she barely managed a promotion to Gamma-grade and joined a special management unit, she’d eventually be killed.
After much deliberation, Eunha went to speak with Lee Taeseong.
“…Team Leader Lee Taeseong.”
“What is it, Assistant Manager Lee Eunha?”
“You sure adjusted quickly. Not long ago, I was technically your superior…”
“But not anymore. So, what brings you here?”
“Well… You gave the other team members advice on how to grow, remember? I was wondering if I could get some feedback too…”
At the time, Lee Taeseong had shown a mix of surprise and quiet satisfaction.
At least, that’s how Eunha remembered it.
“As I said before, your physical abilities need to be on par with at least a Gamma-grade manager. No matter how great your power is, if your body can’t keep up, it’s worthless.”
“Understood.”
“Once your body is ready, focus on your ability.”
“My ability…?”
“Yes. Your ability has enormous potential—as you already know. It’s just covered in restrictions because you can’t fully control it. Those limitations arise from trying to exceed your limits.”
“I’ve been trying, but it’s not easy. Is there any specific way to grow it?”
“Work hard.”
“…”
“And work harder.”
“…”
“Don’t set your own limits.”
“…”
“Break the wall you’ve built.”
“The wall…”
“Your biggest problem is that you overthink. You’re unnecessarily cautious. Too afraid. You’ve already confined your own potential. Unless you break free from that, you’ll never climb over that wall. Are you scared? What’s there to fear? You joined Tree ready to die, didn’t you? Keep it simple. What’s the worst that could happen? You fail and die?”
From that day on, Eunha gave it everything she had.
Through sheer grit, she managed to push her physical abilities to roughly Gamma-minus level—but her power remained the same.
“Haa…”
In truth, she already knew.
The problem lay within herself.
“I’m still stuck in the same place…”
Her hand, clutching the brush, trembled uncontrollably.
Every time she resolved to draw something serious, this happened. It was the reason she always painted ridiculous, childish things.
If she didn’t, she couldn’t draw at all.
The only small relief was that, even drawings that looked like a child’s could still activate her power successfully.
Before joining Tree, Lee Eunha had been an art student.
And a promising one at that.
But after a certain incident, she stopped drawing altogether.
Or more accurately, she couldn’t draw anymore.
Soon after, she found herself possessed within the novel My Small, Beautiful Artist.
Already burdened by trauma, the possession only deepened it.
Now, the very act of drawing her own art filled her with fear, revulsion, and dread.
A person who could bring drawings to life—but couldn’t draw from the heart.
Eunha stared down at her hands with a bitter smile.
“No wonder I can’t break through the wall… What a pathetic bitch.”
BZZZZZZZT!
The sound of a chainsaw grew closer and closer. Tommy, soaked in blood, was grinning from ear to ear. Some might ask how a chainsaw could possibly grin, but in this case, Tommy was very much smiling.
[Hmm. Personally, I prefer long hair over medium length. Still… you’re not bad for a lady. What? You like her too? You little rascal. Such a flirt! Haha! Tommy says he likes her too!]
“You insane bastard…”
[Haha! I hear that one a lot! I just love it when ladies curse at me with real feeling! What? You like that too? You perv. Tommy says he likes it too!]
“……”
[Well then! See you next time! Though of course, it’ll be from inside my belly! I can’t wait to savour that soft, tender flesh of yours! I’m starving!]
BZZZZZZZT!
Jack swung the chainsaw—Tommy—down toward Lee Eunha, who lay on the ground.
It was at that moment.
“…You perverted freak.”
Go Young-hee appeared behind Jack, crossing the twin blades in her hands and slashing them forward in one swift motion.
SLICK!
Jack’s head was cleanly severed and fell to the floor with a thud.
[Huh? But I thought the lady was—]
And yet Jack’s body was still moving. Because it wasn’t Jack moving it—it was Tommy. To fully eliminate him, both the main body, Jack, and the chainsaw, Tommy, had to be destroyed simultaneously.
[Oh dear? You chopped off the head, and he’s still moving? How curious.]
The severed head flew through the air and landed perfectly back onto the neck stump. Tendrils like blood vessels sprouted from the cut surface.
Watching this, Lee Eunha gagged in horror.
He’s still alive even after getting decapitated?!
Even the final trump card had failed.
The Go Young-hee Jack had cut just moments ago was a fake, created by Eunha herself—a hidden card she had prepared from the start of the fight to land one final, decisive blow.
But even that had gone up in smoke.
And she could no longer use her one possible escape—teleportation.
Because the team leader of this operation, Song Jaejoong, had used Eunha’s power during deployment.
Damn it. If I knew it’d turn out like this, I would’ve done anything to oppose this plan…
But it was too late for regrets now.
Though the angle of the reattached head was slightly off, Jack didn’t care as he charged toward Go Youn-hee. His body faced Young-hee, while his head stared at Eunha—a grotesque and unsettling sight.
[Ahahaha! My lady, you’ve got quite the bite!]
Go Young-hee grows stronger the more emotional she becomes.
Scary! Scary! Scary!
Smiling wildly, Young-hee met Jack’s chainsaw with movements that defied her limits.
CLANG! CLANG!
Each time their weapons collided, there was a deafening crash and a shower of sparks.
[Wonderful! Splendid! Please, pursue me harder!]
“Urgh!”
Young-hee hadn’t been slacking. Just like the others, she’d been training relentlessly.
But the opponent was simply too strong.
Even if she were generously rated, Young-hee was only at a Gamma level.
Meanwhile, Jack and Tommy were well beyond that—dangerous entities easily Gamma+++. What’s worse, they grew stronger the more they killed and consumed.
Since escaping the container, they had taken countless lives. He was far stronger than before.
BZZZZZZT!
Each time the chainsaw roared, Young-hee’s body was further drenched in blood. Her right shoulder was torn open, exposing bone. A chunk of flesh dangled from her left thigh.
At this rate, they would all die.
With trembling hands, Eunha picked up her brush.
Please! Stop. Please!
She gripped her own hand with the other, trying to steady it. But the shaking wouldn’t stop.
…I can do this. I can do it.
Don’t set your own limits.
I can do it.
I will do it.
Just once.
Even just once is enough.
Remember why you wanted to draw.
Because no one wanted it more than I did…
That memory.
For a moment, her trembling stopped.
With the brush in hand, she began to paint an image across the air, as if the space before her were a canvas. Blood trickled from her eyes and nose, but she didn’t even realize it.
A state of mindless immersion.
Dots connected to dots. Lines to lines.
And when the brush finally stopped—
A transparent cube was formed, with Jack at its center.
[Oh? What’s this? Where did this come from? Was that you, my lady?]
THUD! THUD!
Jack pounded on the transparent wall, but it didn’t budge. Furious, he swung Tommy at the wall.
BZZZZZZT!
The wall vibrated—and Eunha coughed up blood.
“Kuhuk!”
Originally, her plan had been to divide the cube and tear Jack and Tommy apart inside it. But she no longer had the strength to go any further.
Did I fail again…
Just one more step.
Only one more step, and it might’ve worked.
Barely holding onto her fading consciousness, Eunha finally collapsed backward.
Thud.
But strangely…
She should’ve slammed her head on the ground—yet felt no pain.
Something was cushioning her from behind.
Confused, Eunha weakly tilted her head upward.
A familiar face came into view.
“Am I dreaming…?”
“You’ve done well.”
Team Leader of the Special Management Unit, Lee Taeseong, was looking down at her.
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