The World of Masks

David looks at the Interphone a little nervous. Anyone who sees himself beyond the Interphone can take control of his own life for a while. No, if the owner doesn't change again, he will for the rest of his life. If the man who was his new master was a bitter and grumpy man, David's life would be depressed indefinitely. In that sense, the former owner was a pretty decent man for David. He hardly touched David if he managed the company well and brought the money to him tightly.

I don't know what you're talking about.]

'Bounce off first.'

The new owner is a cautious person. David was engraved with one of the owner's traits. In a certain way, it was natural. Even the fact that he was attributed to the current master could never convince him that his relationship with the former owner was not good. If the two of them had gotten along, their owners wouldn't have changed. In that situation, I appeared to be cautious as I was transporting the former owner's alias, Politon.

"Wilktaeth, my former master, is dead, a man you know as Politon. not just in the masked world, but in the real world forever."

[I'm sorry, I don't know if it's Wilkes or Politon. I don't think you're here.]

To the new owner who was a beginner, he was a shocking new owner, but without hesitation, he denied it. I corrected the assessment of being a cautious person as a very cautious person, and I added the traits of the new owner as a person who was quick and sober to deal with it, even though it was obvious that it was a confusing topic.

"If you look closely for the goods in your master's house, you'll find my slave contract. There's no doubt that David Martin has his real name on it."

Then David pulled out his ID. It was a driver's license that David took out, as he was from the United States, where he did not need to create a mandatory ID, such as a Korean national ID. I took out my passport there, too. He showed me his driver's license and passport alternately, especially so that I could see the picture clearly on the Interphone screen. But the answer that came from the intercom was not the answer that David wanted.

[No more jokes.]

Cock.

Along with the sound of the handset, nothing else leaks from the Interphone. David sighs for a moment. He was more careful than I thought. It seemed quite difficult to appeal to the fact that he was not the enemy, or rather a faithful slave. It was time to press the doorbell again, thinking about how to explain it.

[The door is open, so please come in.]

I heard voices again on the intercom. It was a voice that made David's behavior obscure as he was about to ring the doorbell. But David wasn't particularly anxious. No, you nod as if you understand the situation.

Asking him to come in means he confirmed the slave agreement. But before that, the voice on the intercom was cold enough to stop joking around. If anyone else listens, he treats himself like a complete lunatic. But it was the right thing to do when I think about it. His master suddenly wonders about himself. However, if you feel the urge to look into the contract of slavery of an asset, you will indirectly acknowledge the fact that the property is at home, and you will automatically acknowledge what you have said. However, his owner treats him as a madman and cuts off the conversation as if it was worthless. Then he would have checked the contract right away. If he didn't have a contract, he would have hidden the goods as much as possible and pretended not to know at all. Because then you'll be a suspicious man with a face and a death in a dangerous game, with a contract you don't have. But opening the door means confirming the contract. If you had checked the contract, your suspicions would have cleared up quite a bit. The contract contains almost all information from the current picture of you. At least he's not a complete idiot. David raised the rating of the person who would be the owner a little.

After completing the assessment of the new owner, I opened the door and went inside. It was a small house, much larger than the garage in his villas in many countries, rather than his own home in the United States. As you know of the fundamental culture, David took off his shoes and climbed to the floor. It was a small but tidy house.

"Excuse me for a moment."

I looked around with a mixture of proficient Korean words. There were no other housewives as small as the house. Just the furniture needed for basic consciousness, as if it were completely separate from luxury. What was unusual was the plants that were filling up the living room and the enormous goods that were piled up around the dining table in the kitchen. And there was that person beside the goods. He was quite young. Bright blondes, dyed their hair, were curled up like pumps, and their outfits were white short sleeves and light shorts. It was not dressed to match the winter season, but there was nothing strange about being indoors anyway. Seeing his owner for a moment, David leans back deeply.

"Nice to meet you. My Lord, I am your faithful servant, David Martin."

Jinseok looks at David with a strange eye, his head bent to 90 degrees.

"Let's start with your head."

Jinseok raises David up. David raises his head.

"Respect is unnecessary. My Lord, you can just treat it like a half-word."

"This is convenient now."

Jin handed David another chair from the dining table. David lowers his head as if he were flattered and carefully removes a chair from the dining table. David carefully dodges the bills from the chair leg and sits flat on the chair. Jinsuk also sat in a fluffy chair.

"Let me start by introducing myself."

As soon as he sat down, David took it out. I took a business card out of my wallet and handed it to Jinsuk.

"As I mentioned earlier, my name is David Martin. He currently serves as CEO of an investment firm called Golden Riggs."

I took a good look at the business card I received from Jinseok and threw it on the dining table next to him. The letters on my business card only hurt my head because of the scent of all the letters. Moreover, it was more important for Jin to understand the current situation.

"So, David, right?"

"That's right."

"What do you mean, Politon's dead?"

"Literally. My former owner was in shock while playing the masked world. Probably because you killed him in the game."

Jinseok closed his mouth. He's been having massive after-effects of his own death for the last two days. However, the person who gave him such a sequelae died. The battle between him and Politon was a draw and a shoe. Politon died because he believed too much in the jewels of a fake contract, understanding with his mind how frightening the wounded beast was and being careless. But according to the middle-aged man in front of him, he was dead and himself alive.

'The strong do not survive, but the survivors are strong.'

One way or another, the final winner was himself. To think that, I felt like I was continually renewing the worst for these two days. After feeling somewhat better, I noticed another problem in the eyes of Jin.

"But what is this?"

After extending his index finger, he pointed to the goods rolling on the floor and the table. David's eyes subside slightly. If a normal person died because of him, he would react negatively, but the new owner in front of him didn't seem to be that obvious. David raised the new owner's risk this time.

"These are the goods my former owner Wilchtese acquired after completing the quest. The rest of what Wilchtess wore belonged to you."

David had no respect for Wilchtese, the former owner. It was as if he was now irrelevant.

I looked at the goods as if they were old enough to hear that Wilchtese, or Politon, had acquired them as a result of the quest. I knew it was high level, but I didn't think I'd collected this much goods. Compared to the one who gained only three kilograms of silver. Above all, if there is anything left of these goods, it is that Politon has gained more goods.

"Then why does this belong to me? Do you think if you die of shock in real life, you'll be able to attribute everything you've ever claimed as a quest to the person who killed you?"

"Precisely."

If you think about it, that's the only reason why all the quest rewards for Politon or Wilchtess will come back to you. Suddenly, I remembered the robbers who hunted when I first encountered the world of masks. At that time, one of the robbers said something strange. Skilled players attack each other. Moreover, the robbers knew how to kill the player in real life, and they assumed that the original method was also the player.

‘That's why. ’

If you catch the right player without having to carry out a small quest, this vast amount of goods will roll in at once. The garage overflowed with motivation.

"By the way, that kind of heats up the middle ages."

Jinsuk looked around at the goods piled up around him. There were many different types of goods, such as gold and silver, jewelry and precious metals for each country's bills. In particular, the bills seemed to be rubbish because the various countries' money was mixed up and scattered on the floor.

"That's the reward for the quest itself. They sometimes give gold or silver, sometimes gems, sometimes precious metals, currency from many countries, all random. Whatever it was, the former owner didn't seem too complained about the reward that matched the rank of the quest."

"I see. But what do you mean, you're a slave?"

I ask, but I'm guessing the truth. David also easily continued to explain whether he knew that the new owner had already made a rough guess.

"As you can imagine, I'm also the reward for the quest. The Masked World is a game that represents a game where you can win wealth, power, honor and beauty. I'm not a beauty, but I'm a talent. I graduated first in my class in business at Harvard, and I grew a company called Golden Riggs around the world. The masked world also offers outstanding talent that is completely obedient to its owner. I'm also part of the quest reward, so I'm new to you."

David, who talks about himself as if he had lost his manual without any emotional changes, seemed strangely detached from the current idea of calling for freedom and equality.

"So what happens to the company you run?"

"Golden Riggs is also yours. A company called Golden Riggs was also a set of quest rewards with me. As you wish, sir. If you want to run a company, you can keep leaving it to me like a former owner, or you can ruin it if you don't like it."

"Even the company is rewarded with quests?"

This was a bit surprising and the voice of authenticity rose a bit.

"Yes, it does. The company's description is Golden Riggs: · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

David, who was about to explain the company that had invested all of his passion with a little pride, stopped the act of authenticity by raising his hand to stop speaking.

"I want to ask you something first."

Jinseok looks straight at David.

"What are you?"

It contained multiple meanings. Being of reality, not NPC, but bound to a game called the Masked World and forced to be loyal to its owner. I never thought there would be such a thing. He was interested in what kind of being he was.

"I'm a human being."

Although David said so boldly, the answer did not solve the question of authenticity itself.

"Then how did you become a slave?"

David was silent for a moment. But soon, I looked at the truth with a different bitter look.

"As a child, I was seduced by the devil."