The World of Masks

The acolyte who accepted the first quest started to move around busy. This is the first quest in the world for masks. I was determined to do my best.

There was already some plan to carry out the quest. And in order for that plan to work, it needed hunting.

"Sew!!!"

You slapped the boar's back plate with a short sword, avoiding the boar's molars in front of your eyes, which seemed to fit perfectly.

Phew.

"Tsk, tsk!!!"

You ignore the Boar in agony and quickly pull out the shortsword. If you do not pull it out in a hurry, you are worried that you will miss the short sword because of the speed of the undead Boars. In fact, in the early days, I made a number of such mistakes and struggled with hunting.

I stared at the boar calmly near the wild boar in pain. Not yet. If I get caught up in that commotion, I'll get hurt, too.

The boars on this mountain were definitely small enough to be named a novice village. It was only half the size of a normal boar. However, a Boar is not an animal that can be caught just because a person has a knife. It is the same even if you get smaller. He was also quite skilled, but not a cautious and catchy one.

A boar who was running wild for a long time suddenly stared at me. The foam that was staring at the red-blooded eyes while drooling seemed to be not usually angry. However, Zion, who waited for that brief moment for the Boar to stop the commotion and find the wounded, was already charging towards the Boar. Suddenly, the stunned boar jumps up and stabs him in the head before he reacts.

Kwauk.

A few times, the sensation of digging into the skull climbs up with your hands.

'You must be really addicted.'

You look at the fluffy, side down Boar and steal his sweat smiling as if he was satisfied. I'm still struggling with the shortsword, but I was able to do something about it thanks to my high stats.

The dead boar was placed in a bracelet. Then he began to move to find other prey.

"Bro! This is how it's going to come out!!"

What he saw when he went to the general goods store because he had something to do was a general goods store owner who was poking his face red. Suddenly, the general goods store owner's personality tilted his head, ignorant of the English language.

"Is there a problem?"

"Problem?!!!"

The general store owner slammed the counter with a force that seemed like he would throw a stone next to it.

"You keep handing out the prey to the villagers for free. What about this disruption?"

'Is that why?'

He looked troubled. I can't believe the general store owner is angry about that. The more I saw that I did not expect to implement this system, the more I felt that this game was no different from reality.

But I was surprised, and now I needed to appease the general goods owner in front of me.

"Calm down. Calm down. I didn't mean to mess with you, Mr. Langster."

Although he still has friendship, he seems to listen to the story, but the Lanster stares at the truth with a gaze that he will thrash if he makes nonsense.

"It's been a while since I've been in town, but you and Hans are the only two people close to each other. Right?"

"Whatever."

"I'm usually a traveler leaving town soon, but I feel that way because the villagers keep looking over their shoulder. That's why I wanted to build a friendship with you by giving you a little bit of the game. I didn't mean to interrupt Mr. Langster's business."

In order to carry out the quest, Jin thought first of all: Let's establish friendship with the village NPC first. Once he implemented his plan, he needed some intimacy with NPC. So Jinsuk was slicing off the prey he caught and handing it out to the villagers. Of course, the effects were great.

"Now that we've established some intimacy, that's enough. And I'll give you a raise in sales."

"Selling?"

He was also a ranker whose ears were tempted by the rumor that he was a celestial merchant or a merchant.

"Yes. You said you used to have a drink in this shop, right?"

"Of course. The town is small, so we handle everything at home."

"How many are there?"

"It's just beer. Five barrels of oak. Why, do you want one?"

"Yes. Give me that."

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·?"

A large oak barrel makes five beers a tremendous amount. I can't believe you sold all five of them. Not to mention the tearing of Lancer's mouth.

"Hahaha. You shouldn't have said that earlier. Then you have no reason to be mad at me."

You come out of the counter door and knock at the back of the fence as if you weren't in a good mood. The way to get the shopkeeper's affection was to raise the sales.

Fortunately, I suddenly recalled Jin, who was sighing for relief, saying that Langster's mood seemed to have cleared completely.

"By the way, I heard a traveler came to help the world. What's that?"

"Huh? You didn't know that either? Then why are you here?"

Jinseok shrugs.

"It's a journey, to be exact."

"Hmm. Really? Well, I had a trust before the travelers showed up. Travelers are coming to subdue the monsters of our world and do what we ask. Well, it takes a certain amount of money to make that request."

Hearing Lancer's words, he nods. Perhaps what you're hearing is what convinced the NPC of the player's party in this world.

"But what are you going to do if you buy that much alcohol? Are you going to eat it all?"

"No. It's almost time to leave, so we're going to have a little festival in town. Mr. Langster, would you mind telling the villagers?"

"Festive?"

Something unexpected opened Lancer's eyes. However, soon after understanding what it meant, Langster's mouth became silent.

"You use all the booze on it?"

"Yes, I've been stockpiling meat. I'm going to talk to people about it tomorrow."

"Leave it alone! I'm gonna finish the job!"

A festival. In a poor town like this, it was only until the harvest was over that it was opened small. Thanks to the number of things you could eat and play that you didn't even think of, Ranster's mood changes 180 degrees since before, and he doesn't know how high the sky is.

Small campfires rise from all sides, and the smell of roasting meat vibrates around. Since it was a small town, there were 40 people in all of the villages, but the atmosphere of the festival was so high that there was no place to go. In a long time, I didn't know that people's laughter would leave me thinking that I could eat alcohol and meat for free.

"Hahahahaha. I didn't think you'd be prepared for this."

Hans slaps the shoulder of Jin with a big smile. In his hand was a large wooden cup. Hans smiles nervously with a red face as if he was already drunk.

"But I've never met anyone in the world, and I thought it would be okay to treat them like this."

"I heard there are many other travelers who are dangerous, but there's no good reason for a traveler to come to our town. Hey! Don't you think so?!"

Those who danced around the campfire responded together. In a medieval world like this, there wasn't much time for people to enjoy life like this. That's why the villagers were praising the authentic position that had been prepared for this.

"I thought I was this guy."

With a glass in your left hand and a large boar's hind leg in your right hand, Lancer sits across from Hans, slacking between the edges.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk." "

"Hey, boss. Really?"

There were two people, grinning and giggling at each other, placing between the stones.

I poured a real drink between two people playing games with each other. The aroma of beer that spreads into your mouth. Whether it was for a medieval setting or just a drink in a village in the countryside, it was not a very good drink. However, he was not a person who tasted alcohol. It was not a good drink to go gently to the neck, but today's festival was worthwhile just to see the nearby campfires and the people dancing against them, and the numerous constellations embroidered in the sky.

'It's a beautiful world.'

You use the sound of the villagers' singing as a accompaniment to the sound of a true drink.

The next morning.

The gentle breeze opened its eyes to the touch of a stroke on my head. As soon as I got up, the frowning dust on my face reached out to relax on the ground overnight.

"Ugh!"

I couldn't find it all over my body. I got up and wiped the dirt off my clothes overnight. I had to go to the store every day for a living, so I had never slept like this in this game before. Fortunately, today was a day of rest, otherwise the tardiness would have been confirmed.

The first time I asked you to sleep outside, I was drunk. I laughed bitterly at the experience that was clear that I would laugh fiercely if others heard it.

He scratched his head and roughly removed his eyes, stood up and looked around. I can see the villagers collapsing like they're drunk. The stone that I looked around with half-closed eyes sat down next to the campfire and fluttered beside Hans, who seemed to have fallen.

"Ahh. I knew it was bad to drink too much. Oh, my head hurts."

I can't believe this hangover is happening again. No matter how much I anticipated it, I was wrong about what I expected and what I actually experienced.

"How many beers have you had so far? What the hell."

Jinseo stares at Hans next to the barrels of roaming oaks, throwing out empty insides with bored eyes.

The foam doesn't seem to have fallen down without bowing and frown.

"Did you have fun last night?"

I don't have an answer, is it because I drank too much yesterday? Hans doesn't react to what Jin says, as if he's fallen asleep.

Jinseok smiled in disgust.

"Well, there's no way to answer that."

Jinseok pushes Hans aside.

Fluffy.

Hans easily falls to his side, as though a piece of wood had fallen. Hans remains motionless even if he wakes from the shock. It seemed like he wasn't even breathing. Like a corpse.

Jinsuk shrugs a puddle of unsteady blood next to him, and then pulls away the short sword that's stuck next to the campfire. Shortsword is covered in blood, as if he had just hacked something up.

It is not unusual for one to have blood on his shortsword. When Jinseok finished hunting, he was always soaked in blood like this. But the crucial difference so far has been that the blood in the shortsword is only human blood.

Jinsuk got up from his seat. I turned the short sword in my hand and looked around.

Blood is forming pools around the fallen villagers! Blood! Blood!

There was blood flowing from the bodies of those who had been pierced by the throat, people who had been pierced by the heart, people with holes in the skull, and bodies with all kinds of strangulations. It became a small river and a small lake.

Jinsuk took a deep breath. With no source of contamination and no air to freshen up, the puffy fish caught the tip of my nose. Jinsuk, who breathed satisfactorily again, looked at the sky once and then looked back into the village. I suddenly got thirsty and licked the blood of a stranger with my tongue.

"What a beautiful world, indeed."

I smiled brightly at the stiff corpses and the pool of blood that glistened in the sunlight.