The World of Masks

Hoodluck.

You lift the hammer, and dust and stone pieces fall from the clouds. Jack strikes the altar again. The red lines that make up the enchanted circle of thunder make the trail of destruction bigger and bigger. Jack sets up his battle hammer to the side and kicks the broken pieces of stone off his feet. A large and small chunk of stone rolls into the trench.

"Phew."

I leaned against the battle hammer I had erected. He taps the arrin muscles with his fists and examines the altar. In the depressions everywhere, the shape of the magic circle was completely distorted and unrecognizable.

'Too bad.'

I sighed deeply. He was destroying one of the signs of the Demon King with his bare hands that he wanted so badly and likely upgraded his resurrection and marbles. I thought about it, but I wanted to dismantle this magician thoroughly.

'But it's not enough.'

Now that the ints have just gone up, the Magic Investigation for the unknown self is an unknown territory enough to tell him to go to the Moon. I thought about it for a moment if I didn't investigate, but · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.

With what? And with what ability? '

A magician who boasts enough size to fill one auditorium. If you look at the bracelets of Walk Taste, Garrick, Samantha and Miles, you might see something like a pen or ink or paper or parchment, but how do you get a magic jewel of this size on paper? Even if you can't dream at all because of your ability, and you can draw a magic circle at a scale of 1: 1, you don't have time for that in the unlikely event that Galik, Samantha, or Miles will come through. Moreover, the most important problem was the letters and symbols that existed within the enchanted circle. It was crazy and impossible to simply look at and draw the same letters and symbols with your eyes without understanding them.

'If you have a photo machine.'

I desperately miss the selfishness of civilization.

But I did nothing to let it go. After all, he had a fancy title for 'The Demon King's Follower', which, if NPCs heard it, would bubble up as a group. As it is fully related to the Demon King's name, we cannot allow any information relating to the Demon King to enter into another person. Perhaps the characteristics or weaknesses of the horde of Demons are found in this sorcery camp, and they may even apply to themselves. I don't know if anyone knows this place, but there are at least three people who know it. As long as someone other than yourself knew about this place, he never intended to come here again.

'If I can't take it, smash it.'

It was so crooked that the playbook asked for a friend.

With a battle hammer dragged, you walk to the table where you woke up. I raised my battle hammer and slapped it hard.

Rrrrgh!!

The edge of the table is broken and a fragment knocks on Jack's armor. Jack continues his elongated hammer, just in case it splashes on his face.

Phew! Phew!

The stone table is breaking apart. Soon, the table cracked and collapsed halfway down.

Fluffy.

Jack says, "Shut up. 'I sat with my butt against the ruins of a table that was crumbling without form, but still rising higher than anywhere else. The muscle that convulses like it's about to strike hard labor is tapped and calmed. I was going to resume my work after a while.

You raise your arms behind you, pick up the debris from the table, and look up at the air. All you see is darkness. You feel like you're in the middle of the mouth of a monster that sucks everything around you because of the silent silence and the darkness that completely occupies all but its surroundings. Jack suddenly remembers the thoughts of the dead.

How will they react? '

I imagined that the fever would spread to the tip of my head and be sharpening my teeth. Galik and Samantha's wrath targets Wilktaes, the so-called Politon. Perhaps returning to this place will only leave the wreckage destroyed, and that wrath will multiply. The hatred for Wilchtese will also escalate. The problem is, there is no more man named Wilchtese.

'Miles will be different.'

Miles is dead at his hands. I drew a smile on my mouth, reminiscent of the feeling of that moment. The feeling of cutting through human blood always gave him an exhilarating pleasure above all else. And the look of embarrassment, questioning, and furious triumphs. He clenched his fist and stretched it, recalling the feeling and drawing the expected patterns of Galilee, Samantha and Miles.

'How will I know what's going on?'

Galik and Samantha were more likely to think that both themselves and Miles were dead at the hands of Wilkes. That was the difference between Wilkes, Miles, and yourself. It will naturally disappear from their gaze. But Miles, who died in his hands, will, of course, make a different judgment than the two of them.

'I'm just like Wilkes, either the guy who personally decapitated him, or Wilkes and I are on the same team.'

Either way, Miles' anger targets will include himself. No, it's almost like he's the owner.

'Then you might think the twisted corpse you just threw away might be related to me. He is.'

But it didn't matter.

'If you move and pretend to be someone else, that's it.'

The only thing they know about themselves is that they're so-called waltons in individualized folk masks, beginner warriors of that level. Since they had hidden themselves thoroughly in temporary gatherings with the compulsory power of the gem of contract in the first place, they could not know who they were. Honestly, if I find them myself, I will throw them down and surrender immediately. Because of this situation, it was hard to cut off the microscopic clues to find yourself in this game.

'I don't even know the real character's name.'

Only two priests in the Holy Neutral City of Blau and Walton know their character's name.

"Wait!"

Jack, who was resting comfortably on his feet, jumped to his feet with sudden thoughts.

What are the odds of Miles meeting with Walton? '

Two people with no contact at all. Moreover, the game world is filthy wide and players are less likely to meet because they hide their identities. But what if we run into each other?

Even if we run into each other at other times, we don't have much in common, so we won't ignore or be interested. Even though we know we're players, we're less likely to have a Hahahaha conversation if we stay vigilant. But...

'· · · · · · · · · · I gave them something in common.'

Two letters, Walton. Miles knows the name Walton, and Walton knows the name Jack the Reaper.

What if Galik and Samantha and Miles and Walton meet? '

I've imagined the worst. What will be the result? Of course, finding yourself pretending to be someone else is going to be impossible beyond difficulty. Once I realized the safety of the whole body was somewhat guaranteed, I immediately turned to the other side of the accident direction.

'Let's turn it around. What would you do if I was in their shoes and you were trying to screw me over?'

Given information, whether or not he was in league with Wilkes, he beat up betrayal. His real character's name is Jack the Reaper. That a twisted, dry corpse in a dungeon might have something to do with him.

'If it's like me.'

The disappearance of a mysterious group in a large city, mass occurrence of corpses marked by the Demon King. If you tie these together well.

'Will you take one of those corpses to the Holy Neutral City and declare my game character's name publicly in relation to the Demon King?'

As long as the Demon King is the NPCs causing the match, the effect will be unimaginable. Perhaps a medieval witch hunt has begun.

There's no such thing as human rights protection, is there? '

It was too high in a medieval game.

'No, wait. This is the worst situation ever.'

This is an almost impossible situation. Even if Miles and Walton do meet, I doubt they'll find out it's the same person who killed them. It is no exaggeration to say that it can only happen theoretically by adding an Elixir of Elixir.

'But you were careless and your neck flew off.'

I stared blankly into the air and sighed.

'Pick it up.'

Some people get hit three times by lotteries and others get struck by lightning seven times.

'If you think about it, it's dangerous to leave the remains of the Demon King unprepared like this.'

I struggled to make excuses. It seemed that the aftermath of death had temporarily clouded my judgment. As if a sudden realization had been quite shocking, Jack's body sags without strength.

'· · · · · · · · First, smash the rest.'

You carry a hammer on your shoulder, encouraging muscles that still hurt less, and move to crush the rest of the Magic Cube.

Bend at the waist and raise your hand on the rolling corpse, then fix it on the bracelet. I don't know how many times I've done this since I got off the altar. You hold the wings of the transition tightly in one hand in case the other humans come while collecting the body. However, Jack was able to recover most of the bodies, as if a steady effort had always been rewarded.

"Ahhhh."

I don't know what kind of trouble this is. At last, I was excited to be able to dispose of the corpses, and I wanted to slap the past self that scattered them joyfully. Looking at another body about five metres ahead, Jack leans his hand against the wall of the altar and sighs deeply.

Rare.

"Huh?"

There was a slight echo in the hand of the altar. I thought it might be an earthquake, but I didn't feel any vibrations on the ground.

Blub-ub.

This time, the sound of something heavy is breaking the silent silence. Jack draws his sword and quietly approaches. And I saw an amazing sight.

The entrance to the altar begins to appear magically, as if an automatic door had opened.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · What? This."

You're in the secret room now? Like the dark gates of hell, the entrance to the altar suddenly announces its existence.