The World of Masks

Cheapskate.

Something crumbles to the floor. A thumping sound echoes through the stereo, casting an ominous shadow into the dark room. Fibonacci scattered throughout the space and Fibonacci scattered through the air. If it were hell, it would be the view in this room.

"Phew."

It was quite rewarding. Jack smiled satisfactorily at the look of a piece of meat in front of him, which is already not in human form. The rope and chair that tied the meat around it were already covered in dark red light, hard to recognize its original color. Blood, flesh, intestines all around the seat with the meat on it. In the room, there was a human footstool. Jack approaches the meat. Whenever I move my feet, I bounce off the blood bubbles that are everywhere. Jack grunts as if in a good mood, leaving footprints only where the blood spatters deliberately.

Chubbuck. Chubbuck. Chubbuck.

Like a kid running through a pool of water on yellow boots after the weather hit, Jack was so pure.

Jack arrives in front of the meat, grabbing its chin and raising it to the top. There was a face that was supposedly human. The pruned eyes, severed tongue, and bloodstains from the cut nostrils were glamouring over the facial muscles. Jack smiles in relief.

Tuck.

Jack chuckles, looking down at his head again.

"I'll never play this game again."

You are a novice in torture. However, he knew his immaturity, so he chose to do his best, rather than use his skills clumsily. Whether Walton liked it or not, he satisfied himself with a mouthful of eloquent moans. He was a really grateful guest.

"Did you last three hours?"

I don't know the exact time, but I don't think it was that bad. I woke him unconscious in the middle, cut his bones, and when he fainted again, I woke him up again, and this time I dug out his flesh and repeated it. Perhaps Walton had a taste of literal hell until he was kicked out of the game.

"Tsk, tsk. Bad luck."

Jack looks at Walton's corpse with sympathetic eyes. If I was so unlucky, I would have fallen in love with a guy like him.

"May this man's future be filled with only good fortune."

even when it wasn't ruined in real life.

However, unlike what he had anticipated, Walton was able to access the game again for revenge. Then you can really go behind the scenes like this to catch yourself. Rage and vengeance. If that's the case, there's only one thing you need to do.

'I need you to keep repeating this until that anger and vengeance cease to exist.'

[Vengeance will bear nothing!].

Jack, who expressed his last condolences to the corpse roughly, put his hand on the bracelet. It was the orb of life that Jack's current Treasure # 1, Barel, created.

"I've never taken a player's life force before."

We don't even know if it's going to be a robbery. Jack's half-anxious expectations have given him a beating heart and put a bead of life on Walton's corpse.

Preferred job.

It's a bingo. Unlike Jack's anxiety, the beads of life begin to exquisite Walton's life force. Walton's corpse, which has sagged like a pig's corpse in a butcher shop, is beginning to wither. In proportion to him, the light emitted by the beads of life grew even larger. As Walton's body completely withers, so does the light emitted from the beads of life. However, the jovial red light contained within the bead was more firmly proclaiming its existence to the world.

"Wow! It's all kicked in at once."

Prior to the extraction of Walton's life force, the figure of life force that was pointing to zero was pointing to 52, the limit of life force that could be stored. Does that mean Walton's that strong? Or does it mean your health is efficient? After all, it was what made Jack consider hunting the player once.

Looking at his full life force to 52, Jack had to feel joy and deep sadness.

So, how much life does it take? '

I wish Walton had the exact life force of 52, but he wouldn't. It was a pity that the grade of the orb of life with the HP of the first player you hunted was low, so you couldn't get it all.

'We'll have to find a way to upgrade this guy soon.'

It was the work of the Demon King, though. I want to find it, but thinking about NPCs' fear of the Demon King won't be easy.

'It's good to know the name Varel.'

Probably the name of the Demon King. Even the Demon King's shrine, Jorba, didn't know the Demon King's name, so it was obvious that none of the NPCs knew the Demon King's name or very few. In other words, knowing the Demon King's name will make it easier for him to find out who the Demon King is than anyone else.

'Just that, I can find Kim Seo-wan in Seoul.'

Jack sighs and looks down at the orb of life he is holding.

'Well, that must be when the name Varel really is the Demon King.'

If a man named Varel is referring to a completely different being than the Demon King, Jack's efforts to find the Demon King's traces will be shattered to find a way to upgrade the Bead of Life. But Jack finished his worries. No matter how much I think about it, nothing will come out of it. Jack begins to absorb the life force contained in the beads of life.

When hunting Humans in this city, they invested in strength and agility, respectively. It is because there is a lot of life force coming in, so it was too bad how to invest all human life in str. But the genocide is finally over. So, without hesitation, Jack thought, "Let's put human life back into the str, just like in the beginning."

'Men are power.'

Truly macho, Jack accepted the life force in the bead. The red light from the bead slowly fades into the skin, circling Jack's surroundings, drawing a glowing trajectory. Jack raises his character's window as he visualizes his stats with a joyful look. I was going to check the str numbers that went up.

"Huh?"

Unconsciously questionable pops out of your mouth. The str numbers are not what you expected. The str life you invested in didn't disappear. No, rather · · · · · · · ·.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · More?"

Clearly, considering the experience so far, the rise in str should be a total of 52. However, the information seen in the window before Jack's eyes was not an elevation of 52. Triple the rate of rise. That is, there was a rise in the width of 156.

“· · · · · No kidding. The HP of the same player is better at increasing efficiency. Something like that? ”

I thought there was a good chance. Otherwise, the stat point won't suddenly explode.

“· · · Also, if you are more capable and are fully familiar with the game, you should seriously consider hunting players. ”

I thought I'd have to seriously consider the benefits to myself. Of course, the risk is as low as possible, but be careful. Above all · · · · ·.

‘Players react differently than players' NPCs. ’

Looking at Walton's body stranded in one corner, Jack cooks and cooks. With Jack's faint laugh in the background, Walton's body slowly turns to dust.