The World of Masks

Jinsuk avoided accessing the masked world that night. I knew it was a game that was not meant to be suspicious from the beginning, but when I woke up to my body's ideals that I couldn't understand at all, I had no choice but to feel awkward as well as being genuine. It is impossible for a human being to reach the ceiling with a sandbag. But what if it's a game character that you're raising? With the strength and agility of a few times that of an ordinary person, such power will come out. If your game character's stats are reflected in you, just think arithmetically, it is possible to emit ten times the power of an ordinary person.

'Then I didn't feel the disconnect between the game character and the real body that would be starting to feel.'

One of the side effects of virtual reality is the disconnection between the game character and the physical reality. Players exhibit extraordinary abilities that are not human as they reach higher levels. Even if it's in the game. Despite the decreased sensation to 1/10, the brainwaves must have connected the mind of the game character and the player. So how does it feel when people who used to wield great power in the game, like they were gods, are disconnected? The higher the level in the game, and the stronger the character, the more desolate and helpless they become when they are disconnected. No matter how fictitious the dream may be, the power he wielded disappeared in an instant.

In today's masked world, the character of authenticity is definitely stronger than the first time. I could punch a sandbag to the ceiling with all that power. It was not enough to cause tremendous emptiness and helplessness, but it was at a level that was beginning to feel sufficiently distorted. Most other virtual reality games also develop asthenia and feeling of devastation when they reach levels 5-10. But when I think about it, he never felt that way at all. Despite being much stronger than its copper-level stats by the special beads of life that draw human and pseudo-race life. Why? It's simple. Because my physical abilities are no different from those of my character.

Jinseok moved to the kitchen and picked up a pair of chopsticks. It was a pair of chopsticks commonly seen at home. Jin held the chopsticks with both hands and gave me strength.

Cough.

The chopsticks I was holding were so easily bent like an eagle. I couldn't believe it even when I saw it with my own eyes.

"Oh, my God."

Jinsuk threw the chopsticks he had in his hand into the sink.

Can you even use a skill? '

I had some doubts, but it was not appropriate to check all of the skills I learned with passive skills. Not to mention, all attribute tolerance was also the same with the "sixth sense" which was only perceived as a subtle difference in the strength of basic enemies and prey due to its low level. It was vague to distinguish the lowest defensive force by raising the str stat, which raises the defensive strength.

"Can we hold off on your skills for now? '

Right now, I don't recall a sharp number. The nervously scratched dust on my head went to bed and lay bare. I look at the fluorescent lamp sprinkled with glare and clench my fist in front of my eyes. I tried to pierce my hand, but nothing was solved right now.

"Let's get some sleep."

If you don't play the game, you should get some sleep. That way it won't affect me when I go to work tomorrow.

Jin snuck out the room light and crawled into the bed. Anxiety, restlessness and a little excitement.

What's wrong?

I've been listening to my customers all day while working. I really wanted to sleep for a long time, but I couldn't fall asleep easily because of the situation. I looked back and forth and counted the sheep, but in the end, I almost woke up the night with my eyes open. The long, dark circles and fatigue emanating from your body are "better than me." It was like saying, "To be honest." I was worried all day.

After opening the front door and feeling heavy fatigue, the stone came into my house, I only washed my body and lay flat on the bed. In Jin's hands was the access tool for the masked world. After staring at the connection tool, Jin nodded his head as if he had made a firm decision.

'Yeah, it's not a bad thing, is it? It's power. Just control it. Just think of it as being a little overly healthy.'

It was too late anyway. I realized the joy of murder, no matter how much I played in the virtual reality game. There's no stopping it now.

"You started out ready to sell your soul anyway, right? I don't know where it ends, but let's go first. '

Jinsuk turned the access tool upside down with a stiff face.

Whew.

A sharp dagger cuts through the body, frying a bloodbath around it. The predator, who had already suffered enormous wounds, collapsed and couldn't take it anymore.

Twist, twist.

The beast's body trembles intermittently to make sure it's not completely dead. But judging by the extent of the injuries, it seemed very clear that he could no longer move. Jack wields his dagger lightly to drain the blood from the blade.

"Phew."

This game was still the best. I really regret that I took the day off because of feeling uneasy. Jack draws on the life force of the prey he captures and begins to wander around looking for other prey.

Is it time to get out of here? '

After leaving the city, I said I wouldn't, but at least the forest near this holy neutral city was completely beginner John. That's why the surrounding city was too low for Jack to level up to some degree. Even the predator you just caught is high above the top predator in these woods. Jack was able to hunt such a game without much effort. Of course, when we first met, we had a hard time, but now we're just a little bit of a difficult game.

'It's getting hard to level up.'

The predators are relatively weak. The time has come for us to leave this place as well.

Jack, who caught another predator, set foot in the city.

Jack enters the city through a large gate and finds it from the temple. After sneaking into the alleyway and crossing the awkward robes, the temple was still standing tall and majestic, but sacred. Jack reaches into the interior of the temple past the shrubs that come all the way to the calf, standing instead of a wall as if anyone were welcoming him, raising his hand as if he had met someone.

"Ah! Priest! Hello!"

Jorba, who led an old man to comb in front of the temple, smiled uniquely as he saw the approaching jack.

"Welcome. Jack, how have you been?"

"Thank you for your concern."

"That's a relief."

Jorba holds Jack's outstretched hand tightly and waves slightly.

"But what brings you here? Would you like to serve him?"

"Haha, that's not it."

"That's a shame."

He said so, but there were no regrets on Jorba's face. I think I've said it by looking at the stalk that I can't eat.

"I came to ask you something."

From there, Jack gazes at Jorba's face as if he had noticed something. Obviously, Jorba's attitude was no different than what he had seen a few days ago. The impression remained the same. But there was a slight anxiety on his face.

"Did something happen? You have something to worry about."

"Haha. Can you see it? Jack is quick to notice."

Jorba smiles indifferently, but his anxiety does not subside.

"Can I hear it if I can?"

Jorba takes a deep breath for a moment. It was quite dark to feel the sigh of an ordinary agenda.

"Well, it wouldn't matter if I told the travelers."

Unlike before, Jorba said a word with a very slender face like the one who worries.

"There are signs of the Demon King."