The World of Masks

It was a shocking declaration. In reality, Nietzsche's god is dead. 'It may be a metaphor, but once this game confirms the existence of God. There was also a magic dedicated to the priests, the magic of light. Therefore, this Declaration of the Demon King did not sound false.

'No more.'

If he wrote "no more," it was definitely there before.

Jack turns the page again.

< I don't know if they were expelled or disappeared, but their absence is certain. I no longer feel the presence of all the gods, including Uron whom He gave me. However, if the gods have disappeared from this God-made and God-managed world, there should be an anomaly immediately. This world cannot exist without the gods. But there are no signs anywhere that the world is coming to ruin. >

Beneath it was a worrying trail of lines of pens bent without any regularity. Then another sentence appeared beneath it.

< There is something. >

It was a convincing phrase.

< There is definitely another reason for keeping this world missing. Was it the maintenance system created before the gods disappeared, or was it another transcendent being that replaced the gods? >

I flipped the page again.

< It is clear that my research has become feasible. The impression that the gods, the supreme entities that create, manage and control the world's life force, disappear, even if I start to draw the life force of the world, there is no stopping it. There is no longer any hesitation as it has already been proven by experimentation. We will conquer the world and build altars all over the world. And I will draw out all the life force in the world, and I will be God! >

"He was a great man. Nor this human."

Jack kicks his tongue and laughs admirably.

"Yes?"

Callie, looking at the book from behind, listens to Jack's solitude and turns her head. Jack shakes his hand as if it were nothing.

After that, it was written to gain the Demon King's power and conquer the world. Jack, who shared his dark knights' memories, was roughly familiar. I flipped the page again. To some extent, there was another piece that caught Jack's attention.

< Afraid. >

The beginning began with a sudden word.

< Our forces are strong and vigorous. Their armies, in comparison, are frightened, and fraud is the bottom. Several kingdoms and empires have already fallen into our hands. There is no stopping our advance. The Holy Neutral City is annoying, but soon they will kneel before me. Nothing is going wrong. But I'm scared. >

Jack's eyes darken. According to the Dark Knight's memory, the Demon King of the Apocalypse was very afraid of something. Perhaps this fear was because of it.

< There is something. Something to replace the gods. The more you gain power, the more firmly you feel its presence. I'm sure he already feels me. Can't get close. I can't afford it. In this country, it will fall away more easily than a crooked leaf blown by a hurricane. I feel really foolish about my past, knowing that there is something to replace the gods. >

'Something to replace the gods · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·'

Something to support this lost world. The Demon King finally came to his senses. I turned over a page again. Until now, there has been a fluidly densely packed text that fills the page, but only one sentence has been written on the visible page.

< We need to extract all the life force in the world as soon as possible. >

At the end of that sentence, there were a million white margins left in the book. I flipped through more pages I couldn't find the letters. That sentence was just the end of the book.

Apparently, he left this stronghold completely at the end of the passage and began a full-scale world invasion. And all that remained was the result of the Allied forces taking over the world too quickly, taking over the world as the Dark Knight remembered.

Tak!

Jack closes the book. The dust that remained in the book howls and splashes. I swing my hand to scatter the dust and think.

'Why can't I feel it?'

Having gained the Demon King's power, he could feel the so-called 'something to replace the gods' that the Demon King felt, but Jack felt nothing.

The most compelling explanation was that the power was still lacking. The more powerful the Demon King was, the more likely he was to feel its existence. It must not be the case that even the Demon Lord was afraid of something that replaced God and disappeared within 50 years. Not unlikely.

'We need to be prepared.'

It was quite unlikely that the Demon King would be able to do something he couldn't, but he had to.

I've only eliminated the Dark Wizard and eliminated the possibility of falling completely into slavery, and now it's even more troubling. It was over the mountain. First, I had to find out what he was.

'Calm down. There's no guarantee they're hostile yet.'

Even when the Demon King was in such a frenzy, he didn't react much. The Demon King alone was frightened and died screaming in front of him.

Jack leaves the log of the previous Demon King in his original place.

* * *

Jack is out in the plains. The bodies that were full were pretty much cleaned up. The undead and the monsters were all on the job for a few million years. However, the battle scars have not yet disappeared. Dry, dark red scallops tangle here and there, and parts of the body and intestines are scattered that cannot find their owner. The monsters that passed by were picking them up and eating them as snacks, and they were slowly disappearing as well. The air around him was thick and bloody. The whole plain was covered in red as if it had been bathed in red paint. This trail seemed to last a long time, unless it rained.

Jack walks slowly in one direction. Across the horizon in the direction Jack is headed, the dust from the clouds flies. Something was coming. The amount of dust seemed to be enormous. Jack stops walking and looks at this side of the dirt.

Two or two!

The closer they got, the faint vibration of the ground rang. I looked over the horizon to make sure the monsters noticed. However, Jack's orders not to antagonize them have already been issued, so he remains calm and vigilant. An undead without Izzie doesn't even seem interested in them.

Their shape became more and more apparent. Jack admired it small. I saw it with the eyes of the undead who had been flying around for reconnaissance, but the sight was even more overwhelming.

Hundreds of horsemen were approaching. Wearing clothes made of animal hide, wearing a hat, bowing to one side of the horse, and an arrow barrel full of arrows on the other side began to slow down slowly.

Bloop!

The horse makes a small grunt. The big, ugly words of the sea up until meat were even scary to look at. Jack looks up at the horseman. The beard that covered the whole face and the leather clothes on it were added to the mean face, so this was not a bandit.

"Who?"

Chloe says, closing in behind Jack, as he approaches. There was a small expectation on her face.

"Life Absorption?"

"It's Callie's time."

Chloe said, touching the sword with an elongated grip.

"He's on our side. Don't even think about cutting him."

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · Chet!"

Chloe, who was so excited to sprinkle a fountain of blood, lets out a hiss. You place your sword in a bracelet, not interested, and stand with your arms crossed, staring at those who have just arrived.

Tak!

The people on the horse all came down together. Cloe, who is watching from behind, whistles a small whistle after the disturbance.

"Are you the Demon King?"

I heard a walkable, crude voice. Jack smiles.

"Second generation Demon King, to be exact."

Then I looked up at those who arrived.

"It's smaller than I expected."

"Not all of them. We need to know if you're really the Demon King and who kept the promise 50 years ago."

"I see. What's your name?"

"Abu Tuta. I have come to represent all the chieftains of the Great Plains."

Abu Tuva's words were hard. But Jack did not care to continue his approximation.

"My name is Jack the Reaper."

Jack reaches out his hand. But Abu Tuta does not move.

"No need for annoying manners. All we want to hear from you is whether you keep your word or not."

"What would you do if you kept your promise?"

"I pledge allegiance to you, as I did to the Demon King 50 years ago, and will stand at the forefront of the war against the world."

"Hmm."

Jack is lost in thought. In the beginning, the Demon King's army was divided into four categories. With wizards who have mastered undead, monsters, and dark magic.

'And the nomads in front of us.'

To finish the world conquest as soon as possible, the Demon King mobilized all available troops. Not only the undead, but also the monsters you can control through the altar. You taught the Demon King's followers dark magic and made them a force. He also attracted nomads who were craving land to the south of Hoshitham.

Even back then, they accepted some of the life force of the altar and rushed to this place in response to the Awakening of the Demon King as they had fought against the Allied forces.

'There won't be any harm in having a lot of troops.'

I didn't expect these people to be sacrificed, but even with the Demon King's power in their possession, conquest is not worth it. 50 years ago, the nomads rallied the Confederate army to the point where they wouldn't kneel before any monsters. There was enough reason to accept.

Humans for toys and sacrifices to play with are rotten to the south anyway. I didn't feel the need to make these guys into toys.

It was really intense.

It seemed that tears would flow through my mind in a completely different phase than the precious past of one human to kill. Of course, it was just a word.

"Trustworthy. I keep my promises. Good luck in the future, everyone."

Jack made a solemn promise to the nomads with a trustworthy voice.