The World of Masks

It was quite late. The uncontaminated sky was showing its existence in darkness, with a colony of stars scattering huge light and a moon showing its brilliant light as if it were a protagonist. Due to the nature of the game without electricity or light bulbs, there was already a huge silence inside the city. The only ones who break that silence are the noisy guards. In the questions that have occurred lately, whether it was due to a mass disappearance, their movements were mixed with sharp tension.

Queek.

A man wearing a strange mask came into the house. The foam that circles around with its back barely able to illuminate in front of its eyes did not look suspicious. The man who swallowed the elongated saliva got deeper and deeper into the house.

It was a typical home for everywhere.People everywhere. The rugged wooden furniture that seemed to be made by carving and assembling themselves was telling the condition of the house. Even the furniture seemed to have the minimum number needed. Since it was the first time I had entered the home of ordinary NPCs since the start of the game, the man wandered around a little curiously.

"Are you curious?"

"Hiic!"

A man leaps forward in the voice behind him. I was so surprised that the foam that fell on the chair around me was really unstoppable. The man quickly raised his head to see if he felt it. Perhaps the face in the mask would turn red.

"Shit! You scared me."

The man in front of me didn't seem to be a very good customer. I can't help but think of a genuine customer who is smiling and entertaining the waiter. A man who had mistaken himself for a identity washing broker in the first place. It was almost impossible to ask for good treatment.

"Excuse me. You're looking at me as if I'm surprised."

I felt absolutely like a telephone advisor. I wonder if he's a rich kid who never grows up. Anyway, I was pretty sure he was a son of a bitch.

"What the hell. I can't believe you brought me home at this late hour. You're not planning something, are you?"

"No way. It's not a good deal for us to make in the first place, so we're just holding a gruesome spot at a creepy hour. This is an empty house, so you won't have to worry about getting caught."

An empty house. The man took another look around. The clean landscape was not a good home, but it was not an unpleasant landscape. There is no dust on the floor that can be seen under the dimly illuminated lamp.

'It doesn't look like an empty house.'

It's not that I don't feel a suspicious thought, but the man just turns off his nerves.

"Let's make this quick. I don't want to be in a place like this anymore."

It was a normal home, but the unpleasant feeling that I felt earlier is not going away. Probably because of the darkness surrounding the area, except for a single lamp, and the broker in the mask in front of his eyes.

'Isn't this one of those great horror films?'

In an abandoned house that doesn't feel popular, men wearing masks and robes behind their backs tend to gossip. Even if it's not a hundred concessions, the thriller should be enough. Maybe it was just a bad thought.The creeps on the man's back increased even more.

"Hey. Bring up the trading window. I'll pay you back."

The man starts talking with strange hands in the air. It seemed to have a window that was only visible to him. Jack immediately opened his trading window. A translucent window marked the character's name in front of you.

"Walton."

Walton Frauz, to be exact. It was the full name of the company displayed above the translucent window.

"Ash, Jack the Reaper. What's this name?"

"Great name, isn't it?"

To the man who was stuttering and reading his name, Jack replied with a bright smile. You can't see the smile on the mask.

The trading window that was being launched was a window that appeared suddenly after the conversation with Walton earlier. Probably activated for a cash transaction with Walton. It was suddenly stored there along with Jack's name, as well as the account number of the main bank account used in reality. As a jack who had to hide the fact that he was playing games, he realized that he wanted to avoid the unknown money being deposited into the main transaction account, but soon it was a bad idea. A game created by the Devil Bismuth. If I had the ability to get and enter account numbers that I hadn't even told you about, I could have handled the unexplained money that was deposited into the account properly. Somehow, even countries who wanted to root out this masked world game were trustworthy enough to see that they could not catch up with these transactions.

'But I have to be careful.'

Money related to the world of masks, which is deposited and withdrawn from the account, seems unnecessary, but the problem was that the opponent would know his/her name when raising the trading window. It was never pleasant for Jack to want to hide his identity in the game thoroughly.

'Ah. The boundaries have gone up.'

Seeing your hand slipping back and forth to the bracelet, you hesitated. Perhaps the legendary name of the murderer was more vigilant. Jack's voice is as gentle as he can be.

"You may remove your weapon if you are concerned."

Walton's body twitches and trembles. Then you raise your voice as if you had caught your teeth.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous! I wonder if he was worried."

'Pride.'

Jack sighs deeply and gazes at Walton with a pathetic look.

'That's why Wendy rejected me.'

Wendy's judgment was correct. If Jack himself had served as a mercenary with this guy, he would have gotten his hands on the back of his neck and died in the first game. Fearful, unpredictable, and full of bravado. Whether unhappy or lucky, the first player Jack saw in the game was the worst.

"That's a relief. All right! Let's get on with the deal."

Jack removed a suitable identity card from the bracelet and moved it to the trading window. You can see what Walton has placed under his realm in the trading window. There was exactly 3 million won stamped on it. Jack did not hesitate to touch the accept button.

[Your transaction is complete.]

A message appears on the top of the trading window to complete the transaction. I felt good after getting an unexpected deposit of KRW 3 million.

Walton examines the ID card to see if he was deceiving himself. Lift your only back and look at the outline of the identity card as a faint candle. I put the identification card in my bracelet to make sure I knew everything was okay.

"We're done here, right? Then I'm going."

"Ah. Goodbye."

Walton hurdles off to this darkened space no longer. Jack lowers his head slightly and steps aside to make it easier for Walton to leave. I waved to Jack who was vigilant, keeping his eyes open to the end. But I was so vigilant that I never pulled out my weapon. Probably with minimal self-esteem.

"Tsk, tsk. If you want to be vigilant, you should definitely draw your weapon. If you want to look normal, you should leave without paying attention." '

Seeing the owner, I felt like I saw a humble dog approaching my bones. That son of a bitch is shaking in the rain all of a sudden.

Walton grabs the handle after he reaches the door. Is that a relief? You notice a slight weakness in your shoulders.

I haven't even been out the door yet. Are you relaxing? '

Unless it was rolled once, it would still be a fag, not a fag. Jack shakes his head as if it were pathetic.

'Look. · · · You act like you're bluffing, you don't draw your weapons, you act like you're boundless, and then you open your boundaries at the last minute · · · · ·.'

Jack raises Longsword to the sword. Walton's frightening face fills with sight, noticing and turning his head.

'You're getting your ass kicked by guys like me.'

Bye-bye.

The sound of a firm scabbard pounding on a man's skull echoes. At the same time.

Fluffy.

You hear a lump of flesh falling on the ground like a rotten tree.

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