The World of Masks

You draw the sword from the fallen NPC. A man reborn as Jack's last slave, who has risen like a ghost, goes back to work carelessly. It was already a dark time when the sun was coming over the slopes, but Jack's loyal servants were working hard without a little light on. This is a time when you can't work even if you beat them to death as usual. Although the human body shows a strong side, it is not designed to work 24 hours a day. Rather, if you force them to do something like that, they drop their efficiency, and eventually they die. But being reborn as undead by Jack, they were literally pushing beyond human limits. I do not envy the automated machinery of reality. No, I didn't need to put fuel in it, I didn't need to change parts, so I was superior to a real machine.

Sniffle.

Jack picks up the gun that the slave undead just put on the ground. Around four kilograms, the average person lifted the heavy feeling of AK to the degree that he was lifting the dust with his fingers. You pick up a bullet from a building a few miles away and load it up one by one in the magazine. A short distance from work, you pick up your gun with one hand, point it at any cliff, and pull the trigger.

Two or two!

A series of fire droppings appeared in the muzzle. It's normal for the rifle to be raised upward with a rebound, but there's nothing like that thanks to Jack's strength. It was just a slight swing of the gun. You pull the trigger and move your hand to the side. Bullets shoot into the cliffs as the gun fires. Some of them stick in, and some of them bounce off to the side, flattening out the angle. Jack fired until the magazine was empty, but when he pulled the trigger and the bullet didn't go off, he grabbed his gun.

I like it.

You put on the armor of a dark knight and tested the gun in case your metallurgy fails and the gun explodes. The results were very good. You cool off the smoke and walk toward the projectile cliff. It was quite solid rock, but the bullet was excellent. I didn't even think there was anything wrong with the gun. Jack leaves his gun where it belongs.

"Are you okay? Can I make it all undead?"

Callie asks, watching the undead work hard.

"Why? Is there something wrong?"

"No, those undead can only do what they've been doing, and they can't study more firearms. You can't make a better gun, can you?"

What am I supposed to say? Jack shatters Callie's head. Tsk, I told Callie, who was running around trying to catch her fuzzy hair like a bird house.

"What are you going to do with your research? Honestly, if I was still producing bolt-action rifles or something, I'd try to get them to do more research, but it would be a waste to do more research on a yard that already has an AK. It's better to try mass production by making it look like a machine. I was holding the highest gun limit to AK, anyway."

"Wow, why AK?"

Desperately trimming his tousled head, he stared at Jack grudgingly and continued to ask questions. Jack points his finger at where the AK is placed neatly.

"Well, it's cheap, it's easy to operate, it has many advantages, but most importantly, it doesn't fail very well. It's AK's if you put it on the ground with a loud bang and then just rub it out a few more times. I'm not rich enough to supply them well enough. You'll feel better just supplying the ammo. The AK assault rifle was, frankly, a luxury. Firearms have evolved tremendously these days, but as guns become more sophisticated, they have more parts and more hands. If we do that, we'll need more supplies. It's impossible for us now, isn't it?"

"That, too. That's too bad. We could use a better gun."

"There's no need for that. The blueprints are as good as they get, so if you need the next gun."

He said that the truth is nothing.

"Let's kidnap NPCs and research them like the rest of the gang."

"That should do it."

Jack said it was easy to take away the freedoms of ordinary people, Callie confronting it like it was a good idea, and no one was normal. Jack looks at the undead who work hard according to his orders. I bought all the ingredients my boss mentioned on the way, so I won't be needing them for a while. Jack and Callie turn their backs on the hard-working undead and disappear into the cave.

* * *

Two or two!

Fireworks are released from a smooth barrel that fires continuously. Power is the acceleration * mass. The mass is low, but the speed is imperceptible, so a bullet with immense power touches the monster's skin. Without stopping, the bullet burrowed through the monster's hide mercilessly.

Yuck!!

The user stirs up an unspeakable scream. I turn my eyes to the pain of my bullets. Unfortunately, the bullet wasn't a single shot. Bullets fly continuously around the punctured wound. The nerves send a series of signals. Pain is clouding my brain. The monster, twisting its entire body like a dance, eventually falls down.

Kuang!

The dust rises and envelops the monster. The enemy is still in sight. At the risk that the battle is not over, the monster tries to get up quickly. As a monster with immense life force unlike any other living creature, it seemed to be happening right away. However, the impact on the monster's body was too great. Eight bullets to the body. If it were any other creature, it would already be dead.

I desperately struggle. I look at the little creature that moved its head to inflict this wound on itself. It's a hunt for him to hunt this time, but strangely, it's him who's lying down and standing there. I couldn't admit it or believe it. He lets out his tongue and lets out a murmuring sound. You see a stick with a round hole in front of your eyes. That was the last thing the monster saw.

Two or two.

There are three scars on your head and the monster's movements are completely silent. Jack strapped an AK to his shoulder.

"This is fun."

It was something different from cutting with a sword. I felt comfortable just pointing a gun and pulling the trigger without needing to access it. I was distracted by the already breathless monsters and touched a sheep gun that handled precious jewels.

"Are you that happy?"

Instead of Jack, he sucks the life out of the monster's corpse and says that Callie is bored. Once or twice, Callie understands that she likes curious toys, but she likes to shoot guns like that every time she meets a monster. She's getting tired of it.

"You don't know. This heart of men."

"I don't want to know."

Callie sticks out her tongue. I took off the mask and even lowered the bottom of my eyes with my index finger. It was a little dull.

"I don't know. Women have never been to the military."

"I know enough, even if I haven't been there."

Jack, who spilled his elasticity, remembered the problem he saw on the Internet that he could instantly distinguish those who had brought in an army.

"An M16 in the army, AK?"

"M16!"

"Enough, let's not talk."

Jack turns his head. I saw Callie inflating her cheeks with complaints, but I ignored her.

This was the desert where the light of the heathen was shining. Jack, who took over the weapon factory smoothly, captured the next target direction where he gained the power of the Dark Knight. You walk forward, forcefully stepping on the sand. After absorbing all the monster's life, Callie quickly climbs into the kiln. Standing skeletons pick up the kiln and follow Jack. Since then, a cart of NPCs has been followed as before. Their steps were not rough because they were familiar with the way I had seen them. We'll be there soon. As they made their way into the desert, they began to move toward their destination.

"Oh, before that."

Jack suddenly stops and turns back.

"Get me some ammo."

Unfortunately, the habit of struggling for two years when I was young is still not gone.