The World of Masks

It was noisy around here. Carrying raw materials, making gunpowder, and storing the finished weapons, all the men were moving quickly. It was a scene that reminded me of a vibrant and hot workplace, but there was something strange about it. Despite the noise caused by the work, I felt more quiet because of it.

The workers do not make a sound. Not a word, not a sigh or a groan, not a sound. It was like looking at an inorganic doll or robot.

Jack is a little further away from the commotion. You stand in a large warehouse, looking at the items inside, among the secret bases that make firearms.

'Quite a pile.'

As Jack instructed, the undead, who worked hard to build firearms even when Jack was absent, had an enormous arsenal of munitions stacked inside the warehouse. AK47, large cannons, cannonballs, ammunition, and carbon dioxide made from backrine.

Jack starts sweeping away all the weapons in the warehouse. With so many bracelets, I didn't have to worry about how to move my things.

Jack returns to the southern firearms production base. I didn't mean to sound so fast. I thought I'd stop by after I finished searching the Demon King's trail from the north, saying it was supposed to be the way it was supposed to be.

'I can't believe there's someone else looking for the Demon King's trail besides me.'

That's why Jack rushed back from leaving Callie behind. Arm yourself as best you can, as there may be new threats.

'Especially if the opponent is the Dark Wizard as expected.'

Most dark wizards' magic is similar to the Necromancer's. With a vast army of undead behind him, that power is more powerful than any other army. Even if the Dark Wizard is in his charge, the army he summoned should be at Callie's expense.

'Clearly, Callie's getting stronger, too.'

Not for Dark Wizards. The number of undead you can cause and everything you lose will be reduced.

'But armed with these, it should be somewhat balanced.'

It was either the Dark Knight or the Dark Wizard or the Demon King's side, but it wasn't the Demon King himself. If the rest of the Demon King's remaining forces are still under the Dark Wizard's command, he will definitely declare neutrality if he and the Dark Wizard come together.

Thanks to the efforts of the undead who continue to work tirelessly, the warehouse is replenished with weapons, despite nearly all of the gunpowder and leucine they used to wipe out the capital. It was a long time to keep it safe.

"Heave-ho!"

The supplies closing to the ceiling finally show the floor. Jack stretches out his waist, sweeping every bullet across the floor. I turned my head around as if I were stretching with my back bent. We're done here. I walked back to the entrance of the Firearms Generation Base to return to my original location. An undead with a heavy cargo passes by. Without anger or hatred for Jack, he returned to his seat quietly like a robot doing exactly what was programmed to do. Jack is also lost in thought, not caring about such undead.

'Maybe the answer is to just avoid the best.'

Unlike those who gained the power of the Dark Knights and became completely dominant over other NPCs, those who may now face the challenge are equally equal to themselves. Significantly increases risk.

'But I can't do that.'

Jack, no, Jinsuk can't quit the world of masks. When you quit the world of masks, you have to let go of your desire in reality. He is no longer able to lay down a few teeth and be satisfied as before. But what if you start unraveling yourself in real life and you get caught? Even if we put a stop to the police.

'It could be captured by the self-proclaimed angel.'

It's still in the guesswork stage, but it's highly likely. Otherwise, a human being like Jack with superhuman powers would wander around the world, and nothing would happen. Every time a human being has strange power over the news, it should be a topic. But the world was quiet.

'You have to see that they are imposing sanctions somehow.'

I don't think there's anyone in the masked world who knows how to judge.

After the situation, Jack had to somehow hang on to the game, and if so, he had to get to know the game better. No matter how much I think about it, this game was not a safe game. Shock in reality is the second and only attempt at extortion that occurred to Jack.

'We need to know if this is a real game.'

I had already forgotten that this was just a game. However, even if it is a conjecture close to certainty, conjecture is only a conjecture. I need to be sure. That's why I was looking for signs of the Demon King in the most unrealistic physical robbery in the game.

'I don't care about the purpose of this game. Only one thing you want.'

Having a place where you can consistently release your desires. Jack's eyes were filled with intense will.

* * *

Red sparks drive out the darkness of the night. Red dung flies into the dark night sky, caught in the rising air currents of the flame itself. The fierce night breeze shook the flames violently, but it only ignited the flames, and there was no sign of the flames fading. It was too big to do that. The flame wrapped around the whole small village danced splendidly with wood and shabby houses. The sound of the houses falling favorably, unable to overcome the weight of the fire, sounds like laughter from the flowerpot.

Just, shut up.

Skeletons clapping their teeth like a habit and turning their heads between houses under fire. They were tasked with cutting if there were any survivors left. The skeleton's teeth were falling out and the rusted knife was dripping with red blood.

Glug glug.

Despite the fierce flames and the poisonous smoke, the skeleton walks like it's unaffected.

In the event of a real fire, the most deadly thing for humans is not fire, but poisonous gas from which things burn. It is the main cause of suffocation by inhaling toxic substances such as carbon monoxide, carbon dioxide, and sulfur gas. Direct burning to death ranks next. But Skeletons don't breathe. That's why poisonous gases that are fatal to humans have no effect on skeletons. A skeleton made by the Dark Wizard himself. Even though it was a low level skeleton, it could withstand the heat of this flame. The damage is minor unless you jump directly into the fire. That's why the skeleton was able to carry out the mission while walking through the fiery village.

"Whoa!"

Outside the village, there was a man sitting on a large rock, relaxed and yawning. Dark armor that seems to melt down naturally at night. The helmet tucked around your side reminds you of it as if it were a demon. However, her appearance, which appeared on the armor, was surprisingly beautiful. The blue-eyed head and lake of Honeyblond pouring down like a waterfall. And even white skin that looks like it's been carved out of ivory. It was like projecting a beautiful blonde wall that people imagined in real life.

She was the beauty of armor with the Dark Wizard. She stares at the town burning like a bore and lies flat on the rock.

"It's not funny!"

He shouts with his arms and legs like a child who cares about his mother. Then I stopped picking up.

"You cowardly wizard! If it was the Demon King's side, something 'boom!" Whatever. "Boom! You're gonna have to go big or something! What is this?"

I didn't go under that miserable bastard to raid a rare outskirts town while I was looking at the world. She scratches her head nervously. It was a rough gesture that did not fit the appearance, but the appearance seemed to be full of charm.

"Huh?"

She looks around the village. Something is moving in the dark.

"Survivor · · · · · · ·."

She picks up the dagger she left by her side. I got up from my seat and jumped hard.

Bang!

With a loud sound, her body takes a big leap. Flying like an eagle, she steps down in front of the fleeing survivors.

"Hiic!"

Suddenly, you see her in front of you, and the survivor screams loudly. She puts her sword on her shoulder and says,

"Sorry, no traffic from here! If you want to go, I'll only take you to the afterlife, so leave your body here!"

Playfully speaking, she looks at the survivor in front of her eyes.

"Huh? You're just a kid?"

I think I'm about 14, 15 years old. Although she was old enough to live here, she was still a minor in her reality.

The boy trembled. A witch in front of you was slaughtered, laughing at the villagers. I had a beauty that looked like I was not from this world, but I was so frightened to see what I saw before because of that beauty. My heart thumped and my legs thumped. But I didn't want to die yet. The boy's will to survive overcame fear. I took the dagger out of the house, trembling at the witch in front of me.

"Oh?"

She lets out an impressive amount of elasticity. Seeing the boy, I nodded.

"Well, a man's got to have that kind of skill."

She plunges her sword into the ground beside her. You start taking off your armor while you're at it. The boy's eyes widen in her abnormal behavior.

She takes off her last boot and draws the sword next to her again.

She told the boy, wearing only cotton, which shows thin cotton and thin angles that emphasize big breasts more than average.

"It's a service. You can kill me, too, right? Let's try and kill each other."

She said to the boy, smiling brightly as if he were a man who would fall in love with him. The boy gripped his teeth. It was clear that the witch was playing with herself.

I'll kill you!

If you don't kill that witch, you're dead. There was no armor to protect that witch. The boy squeezed the knife he was holding.

Tada!

Surprisingly, it was the boy who moved first. I never learned anything about swords. I just ran to the witch's abdomen in front of me. It's a hollow motion, but she hasn't made a move, either.

Phew!

A terrifying breeding sound filled my fingertips with an unpleasant feeling. Immediately, the impression frowned, but soon the boy's impression turned pale.

We did it!

You killed the terrifying witch. You win.

I'm alive!

Fear is gone and the joy of survival is singing in my heart. It was at that moment when a smile was on the boy's face.

Phew!

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · huh?"

I can't feel my left hand. It was like I was dreaming. One of the duty-bound limbs, usually adhering to his left, was flying away with Fivora.

"Ah, ahhhh!"

The boy screamed because of the pain he felt later. Even the dagger slipped and grabbed my left arm. I can't see under my elbow. I could feel the blood flowing through my fingers.

"No, boy. When you end a man, you have to focus to the end."

I looked up with tears in my eyes. The witch who is bleeding backwards on the ship and is strangely dazzled, said. You hold a bloody sword in your hand. That sword cuts off its arm. Fear came upon me.

"Here!"

The witch took the fallen dagger and forced it into the other hand of the boy. Then he points back at his ship.

"Here we go again. Do you know if I die next time I stab you?"

No, no, no. The boy's already terrified head wanted to get away from the witch. But my body wouldn't listen. It was abnormal. I was afraid. Fear of death, the sight of a witch bleeding and smiling, all of them.

"Kill me or die. You don't like it?"

The witch whispers in my ear. The boy came to his senses. I don't wanna die. So, what do we do? We have no choice but to kill the witch in front of us.

"Ugh, ahhhh!"

The boy's dagger reaches back into her body as if she were rid of all fears.

Phew!

Second breeding sound. This time it was the right chest. The dagger pierces through her breasts and bursts into her lungs.

"Cough!"

The blood started to flow backwards immediately. She staggers, vomiting blood. The boy looked at her with hopeful eyes. I just want to be thorough. But fate was not on the boy's side.

"Cough, ha-ha-ha, cough, well done!"

Whoo-hoo!

The user smirks madly and strikes the sword again.

Screaming!

I cut off all my remaining left arm, barely to my elbow.

"Ahhhh!"

A boy was engulfed in crazy pain and fear. But she had no intention of ending this.

"Hahaha, cool. What are you doing, boy? If you don't kill me, cough, will the bridge fly this time?"

He throws up blood, smiles loudly and encourages the boy. Maybe it's because of the mood. I think it's mixed with the cheerful roar.

The boy was distracted. I had no reason to think anymore. But instinct lifted the knife. If you stay like this, you die. You must kill the witch. I unconsciously grabbed the sword and stabbed the witch again. The witch didn't resist again.

Phew!

I heard a third burst. This time it was the thigh. I didn't seem to be able to aim properly because of the injury.

"Aha, good! Cough!"

She also took a picture of the boy's leg. The sword slashes through half of your left thigh. The boy's legs twitched.

Such a madness continued. The boy stabs, she slashes. The cruel sight that made each other bleed did not stop until the boy's breath was gone.

"Huff, huff."

The survivor sighs. I saw the boy's body before my eyes. The boy was completely chopped, but he held it tight as a dagger. The only limb left was the right arm holding the dagger.

'Ah, you enjoyed it too much.'

There was no pain all over me. The boy's strength, hardened by farming, was enough to pierce her delicate skin. You twist your body slightly to avoid an attack that could kill you, but it's still fatal enough. Red blood flows from the hole through your body without rest.

I lifted my arms and touched my stomach. I put my finger in the hole made by the boy and opened it. The wound opened up and my skin was more torn.

"Archaeology!"

A joyful groan burst out. The pain that wrapped around my body was so painful and so pleasant. I took my hand to the vagina. I was soaking wet. Of course, the blood was shed like that, so there was no place that wasn't wet all over the body, but this place wasn't wet with blood alone.

'You pervert.'

She laughs with a slap. I looked up at the sky. Red fireflies blow in the wind beneath the bright moon and starlight. It was really beautiful.

'Ah, this is a really nice place, this place.'

With all the excitement, she continued to look up at the sky.

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