The World of Masks

"Ahhhh!!!!!!"

My head is going to break. Something is forcibly squeezing into you. You hold your head in pain as if you were cutting off the soul that was settled. You scream.

"Lord, master? Come on!"

Callie comes up to Jack's side and grabs his arm. Jack's protruding behavior caused him to be embarrassed and his complexion to pale. But now Jack has no time to listen to Callie's concerns. Once more, you hear the ominous sound of an unstoppable hiss.

Give it up, give it up!!

"Ugh, what is this?!" '

I finally knelt on the ground in pain. I couldn't stand the pain. I desperately tried to remove the helmet, but it didn't budge like a glue. The pain got worse and worse. My head was whitened and I couldn't keep thinking. I left. I was unconsciously at risk. But there was no way.

Finally, the resurrection!

An eerie voice echoes in my head, a joyful voice. Is it over? I instinctively heard the idea. But fate did not turn his back on Jack.

Somehow the headache started to subside rapidly.

Ugh, this!

The voice that was ringing in my head began to add to my feelings of embarrassment. From the voice's perspective, something seemed to be going wrong. Which means, to Jack, it's a curiosity that will never happen again. Jack desperately tries to recover his mind. Jack senses that something is helping him drive away the owner of that voice.

Stop, no way, you! Manager · · · · · · · ·!!

The voice did not continue. Jack, who gained the power of the Choreographer as a soldier, began to work on his mind, squeezing out his lactating strength. And eventually...

Khh! Khh!!!

With a series of screams, the presence of the voice slowly began to fade. At the same time, the headache slowly subsided.

"Huff, huff, huff!"

I put my hands on the ground, breathing heavily. Something fell on the floor. Jack's face was muddled with tears, snot and saliva, no matter how long it had been shed. My muscles twitched uncontrollably and my heart rate went crazy. I felt like my body was going to burst in the flow of blood.

"My Lord, you're all right!"

Callie urgently asks as soon as she sees that Jack has calmed down. Jack stares blankly at the dusty floor in front of his eyes. Then suddenly I woke up.

Boom!

"Lord, master?"

I jumped out of my helmet nervously. I couldn't hear Callie's bewildered voice. I kicked it after stepping on it so hard it wasn't enough. The helmet hits the wall of the pupil and falls out. It becomes heavily spiraled, but you don't see a scratch on it to be so sturdy.

Jack comes out of his pupil with a loud bang. Callie hurries after you from behind. After a rough walk out of the corridor, you see the villagers gathering under Skeleton's supervision. Jack twists his sword. Right now, I need someone to blame. I swing my sword without hesitation.

Squeak. Squeak.

In one sword, two human bodies split in two. Fibonacci spills out, and the human to corpse body falls flat on the floor.

"Ugh · · · · · · ·."

The villagers who watched him walk in horror as he lightened up his life, panicked as they watched his neighbor turn into a corpse.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

You start running away screaming. However, the skeletons surrounding the area started swinging their swords at the same time. As commanded, you move to execute those who flee without mercy. In the meantime, Jack swings his sword again at the person closest to him. This time, I carved two pieces clean from the shoulders to the opposite waist. I felt no pain and died instantly. Soon they moved on to the next hunt. Jack invested a substantial amount in dex, so it wasn't enough to keep track of the villagers' movements. Jack, if there's a skeleton there, the one-sided massacre is over in no time.

"Huff, huff."

Jack slashes the corpse even though all the living humans are gone. I panted so hard that I could feel it in my mouth. With Jack's stamina, it was unlikely that a massacre of this magnitude would make a breath, but it seemed that the mental blow had still affected him.

A short distance away, Callie looks at you with worried eyes. Jack's dismemberment of the body continued for about 10 minutes.

Linc.

The sword you're holding falls to the ground. I held my hand to my knee and breathed heavily. It still doesn't shock me. I picked my breath with my hands on my head. Dizziness occurred.

"Master, are you all right?"

Callie approaches cautiously. Jack shakes his hand, telling him not to come near. I thought I'd kill Callie while I was at it. Callie stops at Jack's signal. However, the light of worry in my eyes remained. A few minutes later, Jack leans over and breathes.

"· · · · · · · · · I have to log out. I'll call you next time."

Jack logs out without listening to Callie's reply.

Where I woke up, of course, was my own room. I woke up on a soft bed. The bed sheets and clothes were soaking wet. The impact in the game also affected the body of reality. Not surprisingly, in the beginning, the game of the masked world was legally forbidden because it caused a multireflection of shock, affecting the body of reality itself.

Kuang!

As soon as I got up, I took off the connection tool and threw it as hard as I could. An unusual sound sounds out. But the tool does not have a scratch on it. I covered my face with both hands. It was a horrible memory even if I thought about it. The pain of ripping out an entire soul. Above all, Jack was under the impression that his body had almost been taken away from him.

Jinsuk once again held onto his head. I felt no pain. It was just a painful experience. My muscles were twitching lightly.

I gradually cooled my confused head. Once he was furious, he now calmly had to keep track of his condition and current situation.

"· · · · · · · · · Huh?"

Suddenly, Jack made a voice that was bewildered. Something was wrong with my confused head, forcibly sinking and rolling it hard. There was a strange memory in my head that I could not hear.

What do you remember? '

It can't be his memory. He couldn't have led the monsters around the castle in the first place, launched a massive army and rotated or done anything. I lived in modernity diligently until I lived in a masked world like this. You wouldn't have experienced such a fantasy movie.

"Is that the armored man's memory? '

It seemed to fit the best. The self in the memory is wearing dark armor. You attack the humans first, smash the gates, and cry out for victory. He was the ruler of the battlefield. Jack stares down at the tool that fell to the floor.

What the hell is going on? '

Obviously, the armored bastard tried to take over his body. It wasn't just pain that made me feel that way. The sensation had something to say. It's like he's trying to shake up his nature. But is that just what's going to happen in the game?

"What the hell is that bastard up to? '

Jinsuk remembers the old man who gave him the tools. This incident shocked you enough to be named a son of a bitch in the Demon Bismarck. I was thinking it wasn't just any game. I also felt a great sense of camouflage in person. However, it has now come to the conclusion that, as virtual reality games are being launched, we have used demons-like abilities to dramatically increase quality. But I didn't think so. Jack really thought about it this time.

Is this really a game? '

I've thought about it before. But I didn't have much evidence and just had a slight suspicion of camouflage, so I just stuck it in the corner of my head. But given the situation, I didn't think it was the right time. Maybe this game was another reality.

'No, there's no evidence yet.'

The memory that came into my head was so vivid that I doubted it as if I really experienced it, but there was no clear evidence yet. The old man really made the game for a purpose, and he might have been remembered because he met certain conditions of the game. Such assumptions were reasonably possible, as long as they could not measure the abilities of the elderly.

I wiped my face with both hands. My head was too complicated. An unimaginable pain and an unimaginable memory. It was a really messy day.

'· · · · · · · · · · Let's get some sleep.'

Eventually, I lay down. After cooling my head, I thought I could do anything.