The World of Masks

I took the life of a class F mercenary and dealt with a Cadillac that plagued Jack and his leaders, but it's too early to be relieved. You still hear the sound of weapons whirring around you and the cries of the Cadillacs' fury. The Cadillac you defeated is just one of a group of monsters. The battle was still ongoing.

"Hey, you."

You hear the leader's voice. Jack's gaze turns to the leader as he looks at Cadillac, who has lost his neck and is limping helplessly. The leader approaches, wiping the blood off the Cadillac's face with his bare hands.

"You're pretty good for an F class. Can you help the others?"

Jack turns his head and looks around. There are many corpses that have been crumpled up and discarded. Cadillacs, on the other hand, were wounded from large to small, but still moving fiercely. Jack nods at the leader and runs to the nearest battlefield. The leader, who was looking at Jack running to participate in the battle without hesitation, ran for another battlefield.

Rrrrgh!!

The closer you get to the battlefield, the more annoying the noises begin to sound. Cadilla's Cry and the Acupuncture of the Mercenaries seem to be unfamiliar no matter how much I hear. And the clash of mercenaries' weapons against Cadillac's solid flesh. It seemed to have gathered all the noises that provoked the human fear. Jack grabs hold of the bloody Longsword and plunges into the battlefield.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

You hear a scream like a collection of despair and sorrow. Jack turns his head to look at the source of the sound. The mercenary who fought on the battlefield he had just participated in, sat down and saw Cadillac approaching him, screaming. A fallen sword and a grumpy right arm. It appears that Cadillac broke his arm before the weapon because of its ignorant power.

What about him? '

Jack's eyes are wide open. The hesitant mercenary was a mercenary who looked very familiar to me.

Sergeant Lee Man-sik, you look like that son of a bitch, right? '

From the moment the ascent left, the bastard who was picking on Jack was a dead man. He had a very bad mouth, but I couldn't find any familiar faces on his face. There is only a poor man who trembles with fear and despair.

"You bastard!!!"

"Ahhhh!!"

To save a fallen comrade. The other two mercenaries who forged the same damn pair attacked Cadillac more ferociously. It was an attack like that that would turn an ordinary human into blood in less than a minute. But the opponent was bad. It looks like you're attacking hard, but the mercenaries' attacks can only cause minor injuries. Cadillac flies toward the hesitant mercenary, waving his arms around, as if he were about to finish one. As Cadillac draws closer, the mercenary who resembles that son of a bitch takes on more matches. Grab the fallen sword with your left hand and swing it. Cadillac slaps the sword with his bare hands.

Identify.

The black bounces off into the darkness very easily. The last piece of defense gear disappeared, and the damn mercenary's face became whiter. Cadillac's fist rises high as if he were about to strike one last blow. As the situation escalates, Jack speeds up the pace. We've invested a lot of power, but that's when we point only to the life force that we absorbed from humans. Judging by the distribution of additional points gained from the level-up, Jack has clearly taken a higher proportion to agility than to strength. At a considerable speed, Jack was able to wedge himself between the mercenaries and Cadillacs in time.

Huff.

The violent waves tickle your eardrums. For Jack who had learned boxing, Cadillac's fist was a simple, unconscious fist that believed only in a lot of strength, but his fist could never be seen as strong. Jack urgently lowers his sword and takes up defensive positions. The monster in front of him was clearly ignorant, but he was confident. It was the intensive power invested in the lives of many humans. No matter how monstrous, I never thought I'd be pushed away by someone who didn't have this trait.

Kuaang.

Jack grips his teeth. The snarling arm is telling you exactly how much damage it's inflicting.

"Fuck you!"

I was insulted. The thought of not thinking well comes from the tail. Even the C-rank mercenary leader slams his sword in the incoming fist and for a short while grunts. It was a foolish idea to suck the life force of humans and raise their own stats, even though they had just begun this game and received a blow from the front of this monster. I pushed it back about a meter. He desperately grabs the twitching arm and quickly slips out of Cadillac's reach.

Phew.

Meanwhile, I kicked the son of a bitch who was sitting reluctantly. I walked with all my strength, and his body opened up and he flew for three metres. He crashes into the ground and rolls into the ground, unable to overcome it. After hurrying him off the battlefield in a car, Jack looked back at Cadillac.

Huff.

You dodged it. With a fist the size of a cauldron that passes over your head, all the hair you've grown seems to be falling out. The next burst of pomegranate fruit was a momentary blow to his head. Jack grips his teeth. I look aside and see two mercenaries desperately attacking Cadillac. Cadillac's body was enraged by their efforts. But the wounds were never deep. It bounces off Cadilla's hard muscles, slicing off her skin and hitting her with those shallow attacks.

These are Class E mercenaries, right? '

A class F that can only be used for summoning and arrowheads because it has no combat abilities. Those that rarely go outside that F class are Class E. It was obvious that wanting real combat skills from these guys was too much hope. Jack hunches over and floats into Cadillac's arms. Cadillac's torso was clearly exposed because he had already dodged Cadillac's fist. The right hand swinging at you is not yet recovered. The rest of the left arm also turns back considerably due to its extended torso to the right. Jack uncovers the situation and digs deeper into Cadillac's arms without hesitation.

Kuang.

Take a heavy step on the left foot that will become the center of gravity. Fix your foot firmly enough to look like you're about to bury it on the floor, then rotate your right foot while simultaneously rotating your entire torso. Foam brings out the light of boxing. It was a sharp long sword in his right hand, not a clenched right hand.

Kyoung.

Longsword fires when you scatter the terrifying Void. Target is Cadillac's jaw. An explosive silver flash hits Cadillac's jaw.

Phew.

Cadillacs are covered with tight muscles, even at the jaw, in case someone isn't a monster. However, the strength that Jack focused on and the longsword shot at the shortest range broke through the resistance in vain. As soon as Jack feels that the tip of the long sword disappears into Cadillac's jaw, Jack's long sword simply breaks through Cadillac's fragile bribe, penetrates through the skull and escapes to the back of the head.

At that moment, Cadillac's movements completely stopped. The movement of the right arm, which is still extending, is completely stopped, and it sags without strength. Jack quickly retrieves Longsword and retreats. No more than two metres under the creature.

Kuang.

A heavy giant collapses powerlessly. Cadillac's life is completely cut off, leaving behind a slowly spreading pool of blood.

"Phew."

It spews out old breath from deep inside the lung. As he steals the sweaty drops from his face, Jack looks around. The leader is slowly pushing the other into a corner, along with other D-rank mercenaries, whether he's already dealt with the other one. I could not help but say class C.

You lead the wounded body and desperately punch the humans with three knives into one Cadillac at a time. Cadillac pauses in the pain, and the leader swings his sword wide enough to clear Cadillac's head.

Toowook.

The strangely crooked face of Cadillac falls on the wasteland. As the mercenaries draw their swords from their bodies, the rest of their torso slowly lies on the ground.

"· · · · Done?"

You hear a tiring, dry voice from somewhere. When the fight stopped and the static came, the merchants, servants, and slaves who had been cowardly hiding looked closely at the condition. I approached the mercenaries one by one from the merchants to make sure they felt safe around me. Some people approach Cadillac's corpse and stare curiously. Some were kicking corpses. When I was alive, I was a scary monster, but now that I'm dead, I'm no more than just a curious hunk of meat.

The mercenaries start to sit down one by one. The fatigue of the wild fight that I suddenly encountered when I got up in the middle of the night began to come. Jack also sits facedown on the floor. That's how the fight against the real monsters that first encountered this game ended.