The World of Masks

Jack stares at the person standing in front of him. The man grips his knee and gasps as the aftermath of the rush.

"May I help you?"

Jack is nice and quiet. I almost got rid of Gordo. You see the man in front of you, angry and surprised by the mechanical voice.

"Ah · · · · · · Well."

He turns his elongated horse and stares at it. It seemed to be overwhelmed by a voice that was temporarily modulated to conceal its identity. Jack turns away as if he were foolish when he refuses to speak.

"If you have no business, excuse me."

Walk under the sunlight. The sweat that flowed from my body made me uncomfortably wet my clothes. As Jack, I wanted to go home quickly and rest. But Jack had to stop walking.

"Excuse me, sir."

Jack turns the man holding his robe unpleasant.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly."

What's a direct sunlight doing in the middle of a straight path? Earlier, people around me have been staring at themselves with the look of spoilt people. Although I can understand the look of two people wearing masks and pressing down robes in the middle of the road in the middle of the summer. That's why Jack's unpleasantness index has continued to rise.

Should I kill him?

I clenched my fist tightly into the robe. I felt like sawing off a man's neck with a stubborn beginner's dagger.

The man grumbles and says that his life has been back and forth a few dozen times in this moment.

"Well, how did you do that?"

"· · · · · What is that?"

"I mean, getting a mercenary."

Ah. Jack glances at the man with calm eyes. Now it looks like Jack, the same player, wants to know how he got his mercenaries. Jack points to a crowd of people grabbing a man's shoulder and walking around.

"You see?"

"Well, what?"

"People."

The man nods, and Jack taps his shoulder.

"Kill someone you don't like. And then you can go."

It's easy, right? "And the man became completely stiff.

"Well done, then."

After adding the words of encouragement, I turned to cover the way. The next time I was walking along the road, wanting to live in a well-ventilated white robe, the man was next to me again.

"No, you're kidding, right?"

What should I do with this burn? The foam running like a leech doesn't seem to fall off. Jack crazily scratches his back head and stops walking.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do with myself. As you've experienced before, it's almost like the deputy director is handling it on his own, so I have no choice but to be recognized by him. I don't know how I got recognized."

If you want me to bring someone I can kill, how can I get him to acknowledge something I like? The best way Jack could think of it is to kill a human being, who said half jokingly, but completely sincerely, and then killed a I killed a person. It was called "." Of course, you have to take care of yourself.

"Then, why do you want to be a mercenary?"

With that kind of hospitality, I will not pee toward the "I'm going to pee in front of you." It is normal to say "? Then the man said as if he had no choice.

"Of course I'm trying to hide my identity. Damn, if you mark this game as a player, it's a good game to write poison."

Seeing the elongated grumbling, the man seemed to have some understanding of the game. From Wendy's attitude, the guy must be a beginner. If so, this man was informed, fucked up, or otherwise · · · · · · · via NPC like himself.

'Or a helper.'

"I see. You're a beginner, but you know very well."

"Ah, I have a colleague who's offline. Basically, I learned from him."

'I see.'

As expected, the man had a partner. Moreover, I seemed to be familiar with the game.

Can you extract a little more information? '

Jack changed his mind and began to lead more conversation with the man in front of him.

"If you have such a person, you can also get help with your identity."

"The information on the mercenary's identity was assisted. He said F grade mercenaries can get it without too much."

'Ah. He' must have played before the 'senior' offended the mercenaries. '

Or the man in front of me, him , could also be one of the players who gave the mercenaries a bad feeling. Anyway, the gameplay in front of him was splendidly smashed from the first step.

"Looks like I'll have to pick up the mercenaries from another branch. From what I heard earlier, it seems like the director of that site is the dictator who doesn't give mercenaries to novice players."

Eventually, the man in front of him turned the solution to the other side. It wasn't a bad way to think of Jack. If the so-called "senior" had not laid the slack on the other branch,

"Excuse me, you said you were heading north?"

What now? Jack nods at the man's words.

"That's odd. They say there's only so many monsters left in the north, and most of them are ruins."

Wait. I think I heard something important. Jack pushes his face slightly toward the man.

"What does that mean?"

"Don't you know? Hmm. Do you know the Demon King?"

Jack nods.

"From the north, the Demon King must have wiped out the entire civilization, so there aren't many cities in the north named after him. Besides, there are fewer quests coming in, and there are only monsters that are incredibly strong, so they don't have much merit."

I was planning to go down south as well. "The man added. Jack is troubled by an entirely new piece of information he hasn't heard.

I might have to come up with a plan. '

Simply out of curiosity about the Demon King, it seemed like it was too difficult to go north.

"I see. I didn't know that. Hmm. Well, I guess I'll have to rethink that, too."

"Right? I think it's further south than the north. It's much more dynamic than here. Lots of people, lots of quests. The South is perfect for people who come to make money on quests like ours."

'Is money for other people's purposes as well?'

How many lunatics like yourself are there in the world? The majority of the people who played in the masked world were aiming for money, but it seemed not too difficult.

"Quests are also possible in this city, right? Is there a reason you're going south?"

"Ah, there are no quests in the Holy Neutral City. Did you get any quests?"

Jack shakes his head. No wonder quests don't happen strangely, so quests can't happen in this city.

"With the exception of Lanpral's quest in a novice village, players' first quest begins the moment they leave the Holy Neutral City. So you have to get out of the city as soon as you can."

"But the mercenaries got in the way."

"Yes. It fell to this city, a fairly northerly part of the holy neutral city, and the difficulty of the monsters around it was a bit high, but even the mercenaries' shields were blocked."

The man sighed and sighed. But Jack raises his mouth in the mask. Information was constantly falling from the man's mouth.

"You seem to know the location of the Holy Neutral City well."

"No. He doesn't talk much about information either. I only know that this city is pretty far north. This is where the last battle with the Demon King was. in a way, because of that, you know, accomplice thing."

"I see. But can I divulge that information?"

"It's not very important information. because informing me in the first place means there's no such thing as information."

Even so.

'Your mouth is too cheap.'

Probably not a man with much in mind. No, I don't know if he thinks he's the same accomplice. But I don't care. He was an incredibly profitable business because he extracted a lot of information from this man.

"Still, I appreciate the information. I see. Not usually, but I'll give you a special chance."

Jack looks around for a moment. I noticed a bustling scene like a market stall. Jack sought understanding from the man and snuck off to a place unlike any other.

"I'm giving you a chance to buy this."

Jack took out a rectangular object made of wood from the bracelet and gave it to the man. The radiance passed from a man's eyes.

"This?"

"The NPC card of this game holds."

Birth year and place of birth on ID card. The names of the parents and the identity card owner were written on them. It was one of the identity cards that Jack's killers had in store for a tremendous amount of spoils of war over the last few days.

"This is much better than a mercenary if you want to disguise yourself. It can totally disguise itself as NPC."

"· · · · · · · · You, the identity washing broker. Did you intend to approach from the beginning?"

The man said in a low voice. Obviously, the broker luck was the first sound Jack heard, but he didn't say anything. Did he take silence as a positive? The man misunderstood.

"Well, okay. I've heard of people like you. It was definitely about $300 per person, right? I'm sorry, but I can't give you more than that. I can't afford it."

A story pops up that smells like money. But how can we imagine ourselves intentionally approaching it? It was definitely not a man who approached me first. But Jack also kept his mouth shut about it.

"You must be the identity of this city. Well, if we don't stop by the city later, we'll be fine."

The man finished the case, deduction and settlement all by himself. All Jack ever did was enjoy watching a man speculate on all possible causes like Sherlock Holmes.

"We can have the money ready by the end of the day. When and where are you going to make the deal?"

"Oh, you know what?"

After listening to the address and time that Jack taught you, the man nods. Then he disappeared into a crowd of people, swarming with dark robes. Looking behind him, Jack's eyes curled into a crescent shape. Jack giggles, saying something pretty interesting has happened in the unexpected.

"Well, shall I go?"

As he disappeared from his sight, Jack tried to get out of this unpopular place. At that time, looking at the translucent window that appeared in front of him, Jack stopped walking.

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No, why are readers so desperate to kill the only protagonist who's ever shown up? Jin-seok is a good (?). I'm not gonna kill you. I don't just kill when I need it for a plan, or when I want it to kill me, because I approached it first. ()