The World of Masks

Jinsuk was worried about beating up this ridiculous play right now. An angel. Maybe that old man is just an old man. The old man clears his throat, looking at himself with narrow eyes.

"It's a good fit for an old fart's play. Just get over it."

"Even so. An angel? I'm sorry, but Grandpa's mood is more like an angel right now."

"The Devil?"

Jinseok nods, and the old man grins.

"Of course it's the Devil for everyone else. But for you, it's an angel."

"· · · · · · · · · · · · Relative?"

"Yes. People want to go to heaven, admiring heaven. But here's the thing-- let's turn it into a demon, not a human. Is the kingdom of men dreaming of heaven truly heaven for demons?"

Jinsuk shakes his head. No matter how much I think about it, there is no image of the devil living happily in heaven.

"Exactly. For humans, paradise is paradise. Hell is heaven for demons. I may be the Devil to other people. At least it's an angel to you."

"For being a psychopath?"

"That's quick to understand."

The old man claps, clapping his hands. It seemed like he was happy to finally make progress in the conversation.

"So, what brings you to me, angel boy?" "

"I feel like you're being sarcastic, but let's skip it this time. I just came to give you a gift. A way to address your destructive urge and desire to kill."

"Wow, that's a great gift."

"· · · · · · · · · · You're really careful."

The old man was fed up with the euphemism for reading the language book. Even though he told me he was going to tell me how to solve the most serious problem right now, I never thought about it.

"Well, that's fine. All I have to do is deliver this."

The old man pulls one mechanism out of his arms.

"An access tool for the masked world."

The world of masks. As soon as I heard that, the old man stared straight through the tool in his hand. If the old man's words were true, the machine in front of his eyes was a notorious man-eating game around the world.

"A masked world is literally another reality. I can satisfy you enough. Besides, it's not real, so whatever you're doing in there, it's fine. Murder, rape, violence. You can do whatever you want."

"· · · · Illegal and not dangerous because of feedback?"

"We have to take care of that. Aren't you supposed to be hiding your cold food?"

He was absolutely right.

"Besides, the world of masks is no ordinary game. If you're good enough, you'll be followed by bankruptcy, power, honor, beauty."

"Even in the game."

He turned his head as if he wasn't interested. But the old man insisted.

"In reality."

What are you talking about? It was a gaze at the old man, but the old man confidently received the gaze of the old man.

"The masked world is a dangerous game. Do you think people who play such games take risks because of one reality? Not all of them are bloodthirsty psychos like you."

'Well, get to know the rest while you're playing.' The old man said.

Jinsuk looks at the tool in the old man's hands with suspicious eyes. The old man's words were dubious. However, even if it is not a silly story of giving wealth, power, honor, and beauty, the fact that it can solve the needs of today is worth it. However, I wondered whether it was okay to accept what this mysterious old man had to offer.

"What are you thinking about? If you only had this, your troubles would be completely solved. You don't have to worry about that, do you? NPC as well as any game you want to kill. Well, the dead players are more likely to be traumatized or in shock, but they're also aware of that."

"· · · · · · · · · Still no conscience?"

The moment I said, "Ahh! That's not it. 'The old man standing in front started laughing like crazy. I felt like smiling foam was not pleasant when I pressed down on my hair with my hands and covered my face. Although it may seem unpleasant, Jinsuk scratches his cheeks and looks handsome. A conscience. That's a word you can't even think of. It was a long time after the old man stopped laughing.

"Heheheh heh. Ahh. You laughed really well. You have a sense of humor. I thought I was here to give you a gift, but I accepted the real one."

He was an old man who still giggled, convulsing his body.

"Since I received such a great gift, I must insist on giving it to you. Here you go."

The old man throws his hand at the stone. I was able to receive the tool that flew slowly drawing a parabolic glacier without difficulty.

A tool that looks like a headband glitters with silver even in the darkness. The cold mechanical feel in my hands was like the hand of a demon that seduces man.

"That's the end of the play. Thanks for hanging out with the old inspiration. Give your girlfriend the headband I gave you. It's a reward for playing. Of course, you wouldn't believe everything I've said, would you? We've only ever been in a play."

The old man frowns and says playfully. Jinsuk laughed in vain. A headband? This cold, heavy machine? I think the difference would be perfect. It was time once again to take a good look at the so-called "headband" in his hands.

"That's all I need to do. I had a pleasant conversation with you. Then play a good game. They call it gg in this country, right?"

I raised my head to the voice of the old man who was saying goodbye. You turn around and see an old man walking down the alley waving one hand. I looked at the old man's back and wondered if I could send him now. He looked down at the knife that was still holding him. The sharp silver glow shimmers. Jinjin scratches his back head with the handle of the knife, nervously making a decision, raising his head again. Then I opened my eyes.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · No?"

In front of your eyes, only the low, dark back alley presents its ominous fork. There are no traces of the old man talking so far.