The World of Masks

Surprisingly, today's complaint ended briefly. I didn't seem to have much to complain about today.

"But are you sure you want to do this Sunday?"

Jinseok glanced at the calendar on the wall. A red number representing a public holiday is circled. Below it was a little piece of writing that said, "Day of Volunteering." The cute little handwriting was not the original handwriting. The writing of Jinsuk was not a pen, but it was not such a pretty handwriting. It was a text that Yurin wrote down the other day saying not to forget.

There was nothing unusual about it being a volunteer activity that went almost regularly unless Jin-seok was focused on the game or nothing happened to Yu-rin, but Yu-rin's stress management was now first. I started running around like crazy, but I was worried that I could go to this place.

It's okay, I just need a good night's rest. I'm getting used to it now.

'I'm getting used to it.'

If a socially inexperienced person like Yureen gets used to work so quickly, the population that is stressed should be reduced rapidly.

And my motivators help me a little bit.

Jinsuk tilted his head. No matter how socially experienced you are with Yoo Rin, you'll be too busy to understand your company's atmosphere, work, etc. But I frowned as soon as I thought about it.

"They're men, right?"

Yeah.

Careful. I heard voices from over there. Jinsuk sighed. Since a beautiful girl like Yureen was so close, those who were going to dig through the gap and somehow attack her passed by like a video in their head.

Well, at least you can say no. He already said he has a male and female friend.

Well, Yoo Rin's personality does not allow her to flirt with men. Unless you're literally helping out a little bit, the Yurin will reject you first. But this time I was worried about something else.

"What about the girls?"

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"I knew it."

Perhaps what Yoo Rin had been through in college was repeating itself.

"Well, aren't there human beings who do bad things or something?"

Don't worry, there's no such thing.

When I heard his voice, I still felt fine.

"If anything happens, just say so. It's okay to be social, but it's really important to you."

Hehe, I see.

I told Yurin to tell him to smile a little.

Yoo Rin, who poured a lot of coolness on Jin, soon hung up after mumbling that he was having a hard time coming to work tomorrow. Beyond the handset, I thought I was told to stop harassing Yurin's father, Sang-seok.

'I think I'll quit soon.'

Yoo Rin also knew that social life was hard, and her patience seemed to be at an all-time limit. The end of Yurin's social life was beginning to become a reality.

'I'll set up a foundation later.'

It would be better for Yurin who likes to help others and is compassionate to give a lot of money and make a foundation with it so that he can devote himself to volunteering.

I threw my phone on the living room table and sat down on the couch.

'You're free.'

If you think about the times so far, it was a leisurely afternoon like painting. There was nothing to do now. If you invade the world without any preparation, you can hook up like the previous Demon King, so the real deal was to expand the army and produce weapons. It's unlikely, but once a day, Jin, Eun-hee and Sophie were taking a break from the Demon King's top troops, except for the brief once-daily connection in case the Allied forces would attack again. It was time for me to rest now that I was running short of breath.

Sophie grumbles a little, but says it's good to let the surrounding town do whatever they want with the line that won't die. He's probably in a frenzy in the masked world by now. I'm a little worried that it might get out of hand and become dangerous, but once it's subordinated to its true self, I will keep strict orders about not making a life threatening enough.

Eun-hee, on the other hand, was studying proficiency. A month from now. I remembered Eun-hee who was attracted to the teacher while the line of eyes was scattered like cattle being dragged to the slaughterhouse. I studied for a short time, but now I have a good head, so I should be able to go to the top universities in Seoul. With that kind of specification, you will have enough education to use as a secretary later.

It meant that no one could get along with the truth for a while. Yoo Rin was busy with work, Eun-hee who was devoted to studying, and Sophie who was in love with the massacre, were all focused on something else. This leisurely freshman play was a luxury.

I hung around on the couch for a moment, grabbing the remote next to me, and turning on the TV. I was better off with a trendy gag pro on the cable. Two comedians make silly costumes and talk. Jinsuk got up and went to the kitchen and took out a cup. After receiving water from the water purifier, I took a cool sip.

I put the cup in the sink and looked at my left hand. I clenched my fist a few times. I sighed lightly.

'I'm not used to it yet.'

After some time, Jinsuk was still overwhelmed by helplessness. It was a peculiar virtual reality, a feeling of powerlessness that comes from the loss of power that is felt by swinging enormous power in the game and returning to reality.

In the beginning, the Masked World game does not feel this helplessness that a character can feel in other virtual reality games as their body grows the same way. But things are different now.

You transfer the Dark Knight's power to Sophie, and the Dark Lord's power is in her hands. That's why Jack, a true game character, was able to wield immense power. But what is important is that the Demon King's power is not his own. In a way, the Demon King's body is like a tower and relay that controls the power drawn from the altar. That is, there is no special power in the Demon King's own body.

'I guess it's hard to bring life to reality.'

If you leave the realm of the altar even in the game, your HP will decrease rapidly. Whether it was a very realistic game created by the Devil or a really different world, the game's life force did not seem to reach reality. Therefore, the power of authenticity was degraded to Jack's own stats, which he had initially placed as the bead of life. In reality, even Eun-hee is searching for her, not Sophie.

In the game, the current power could not be satisfied with the Demon King's absolute power and the fact that he once owned the overwhelming power of the dark knights. Ordinary humans can run with a few dozen people, and even the power of the government can mount a pair of weapons unless the military is literally marched, but I think I will sigh more than I used to.

'You don't need much power in reality.'

I comforted myself like that.

I sat down on the couch again. The TV you turned on earlier was broadcasting an elongation video, but the truth was not focused on the screen.

'Let's see. Eun-hee will be finished in a month or so, and then we can move on.'

I lifted my smartphone again and turned on the map app. After a few manipulations, the screen showed satellite images of a location. A mental hospital in France. It was where Sophie was admitted.

'I need to see your face.'

He was the right-handed man of Jinsuk, so I needed to meet him in real life. Once he became a slave to the legislation, he was now trying to find a way out of the hospital. Of course, finding the way was her slave. But as brutally murderous as he was forced into a mental hospital, he could not have easily come out. Even if you find a way in there, you don't know how long it will take to get underwater.

'You should just go and have a look at your face.'

First off, Sophie is a representative of a large company. A business deal is enough to meet. There are slaves working hard underneath the stone and Sophie right now.

I lay flat on the couch. He finished his tastes.

'I want to hug you in real life.'

There's no way a Hollywood star couldn't hold Sophie in her arms to beat her precious ass. But it's just a game. In reality, she's still a virgin.

'There's nothing I can do.'

If the problem is solved, the room floor will be floored with enormous agonizing worries, but unfortunately not. Jin gave up lightly and watched TV with a blank eye.