The World of Masks

I looked up at the sky. A few lumpy clouds float in the saffron autumn sky. It felt like the autumn sky was high. Some trees were planted in the garden, and the color of the leaves began to change. It was still warm during the day, but it was time for the cold air to begin to circulate in the morning and evening.

The grass that covered the garden still shined blue. However, soon it will show yellow light and lay on the ground.

"It's already this time."

Jinseok muttered as he looked down at the sky.

I ran really crazy for a while, but I didn't even know it was going to take time. I didn't look that good, but it was an urgent time. I fell into slavery and became a puppet of a funny old man, or I was killed or something, so now I think about it, my head is full of songs. Chloe, no, listen to Sophie, she was more likely to be killed.

Luckily, it ended well, but soon a new problem was emerging that was causing a real problem.

I turned around a little. The lying hammock shakes. The foam that was slowly shaking while smoking a hammock in the large yard seemed to make me feel refreshed, but I was uncomfortable inside. The left hand holding the notebook was moved to the front of the eye, lowered into position. The pages in the notebook were dizzy with pens, as if they had been erased. With the pen in my right hand, I circled two of the words in the notebook.

'Is this the best they can think of right now?'

The one who was teasing the truth was also 'something' that the previous Demon King was afraid of. I couldn't stay still, so I squeezed my head as hard as I could and looked for those who had at least a chance. I didn't think there was a single clue, but I was able to surprisingly find similar candidates.

'First of all, he's like a transcendent, like a god.'

The one I could think of was the old gentleman who, when Jin first gained the power of the Dark Knights, gave Jinjin access to the masked world, the manager who shouted, and the other one who gave him access to the world of the masks.

First, I recall the last words of the Dark Knight. At that time, the Dark Knight could not take the body of the true because he is the manager. If one can invalidate the power of the Dark Knight, a skill directly beneath the Demon King, it is likely that he is higher than the Dark Knight. Enough to be a candidate.

The same was true of the old man who gave me access to the masked world. There is no ordinary person who sprinkles masked world access tools that are hard to believe to be the current technology of humanity, figures out the ideals of authenticity that no one knew about, and disappears suddenly in front of his eyes. He is also worthy of nomination.

'I can't rule out the possibility that they're the same.'

When the Dark Knight died, he said, "You! Manager · · · · · · · · · ·! 'I said the same thing. In the Dark Knight's eyes, it means that something shines to be sure that there is a relationship between the existence of the true self and its manager, or at least something shines to make guesses possible. Only the elderly were suspected of having such transcendent power that Jinsuk could be called a manager.

'After all, it's just a guess.'

Jinseok sighed for a long time and let his hands hang down again. The two candidates have used what Jin suspects to be transcendents, but there is no evidence that they are afraid of the Demon King.

'There is no such thing as the Demon King's Journal detailed about the manager.'

Given that the Dark Knight put the manager in his mouth, the Demon King must have known about his existence. However, the Journal of Genesis holds no identity about its existence. It seemed to have come to me since I left the central altar with the journal and started a full-scale invasion of the world. Clearly, the more power you gain in the journal, the clearer you can feel its existence.

I dug through the Dark Knight's memories, but I couldn't find a clue.

'I can only remember so much about the manager.'

I feel like I knew something, but I don't really think about it. I was wondering if the Demon King had written a new journal during the invasion of the world, but at least it wasn't in the Dark Knight's memory.

'We should search the altars just in case.'

It's time to do everything you can. I got up thinking that way. I thought about it enough. It was a waste of time, a waste of stamina. There was too little information given in the beginning.

Tiree-ring!

A ringtone sounds with a thumping vibration in your pocket. Jinsuk folds his thoughts and puts his hands in his pockets. The hammock was shaken around by the posture of Jinsuk.

When I saw the name on the liquid crystal, the dust smiled lightly. It was like a smile had blown away all my worries so far. I immediately pressed the call button and put it in my ear.

"Oh, Yu-rin."

Yurin was the one who called. I unconsciously softened my voice.

Hey, what are you doing?

You hear a faint voice across the phone. It was a conversation made of electromagnetic waves from a distance, but Yurin's voice was still clear. Feeling the stress so far, Jin pulled his legs aside and sat down on the hammock.

"I'm just resting."

Oh, I envy you.

You hear a disquieting voice. Jinseok smiled in disgust.

"Did you get hit again?"

A little bit.

I think so, and Jin woke up in the hammock.

Yoo Rin, who has been working recently, has been busy. Honestly, I was living a much more faithful life at home than just playing games. However, as was worried about Jinsuk and Yurin's father, Senior, Yurin was under tremendous stress.

Apparently, Yoo Rin was a very talented and academic talent, literally spectacular. With a good voice and a beautiful appearance, he had a blessed ability to get a job relatively easily enough. But she was a typical, studying, socializing woman, so she was not good at her job skills. Of course, the company started beating around the bush. Moreover, because of the timid nature of Yoo Rin, she was also hurt even more by the light discipline. It's been a while since I answered the phone crying and listening to the verse. At the very least, the fortress is getting less and less adaptable. Surprisingly, when Yoo Rin adapted to it, she was surprised. Honestly, I thought I'd quit after about a month, but surprisingly, Yoo Rin was persistent. However, Yun could not help but tilt his head until the end. It is because although the frequency of crying decreased, her distress didn't seem to diminish at all.

"If you're having a hard time, stop. Apparently, your father feels uncomfortable too."

To be precise, it was a good thing that the idiot would kill all the people who were torturing his daughter and not go crazy. It seemed like I was going to teach the favorable taste of society to be tied up only in the house. However, when I visited him a few days ago, I also felt that patience had reached its limit.

'You must have over-protected Yurin or the polarity.'

Jinseok slowly walked into the house and continued to call.

No, but I started with a swarm, so we have to hold on.

I didn't seem to want to give up. But how long will that last? I was filled with skeptical thoughts in my mind, but I spoke out of my mouth.

"Okay, then work hard. If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask."

Yes, I will.

"Leave something else and let me know if there's any sexual harassment in the workplace. That's never going to go unnoticed."

Of course, if something like that happened, I would try to exterminate him physically and socially with all my strength. He didn't let that son of a bitch touch his own thing. I was able to do that. However, Yoo Rin, who did not know the heart of such a genuine person, felt better just knowing that her boyfriend was worried about her. Her voice became brighter.

Hehe, I'll keep that in mind.

"Okay, that's enough. So, what brings you here today?"

I mean it, brother! That's the thing!

After Yoo Rin got a job, Jin often listened to what happened at the company. No, it was more of a one-sided complaint than a one-sided one. Yoo Rin complained endlessly about her conflicting relationships with her superiors and unfamiliar work. Jinseok listens to Yurin's complaint as he puts in a mockingbird. It is better to just listen and agree to a woman's complaint about emotion in the first place than to give an answer. The sound of irrational grumbling comes from a man's point of view when he does something similar and disagrees with the answer for no reason. With many years of romance experience, I was very well aware of it and focused solely on listening to Yurin's complaint.