The World of Masks

Jack, who folded the map well and put it on his bracelet, walked up one step of the stairs. I climbed on the ledge and looked at the far end of the wall, that is, the cavity. There was one chair. Like a carpet, the chair was full of dust, but the shape and size of it was enough to wobble people. There were white pieces of human bone that looked like motifs that filled the whole chair, with two monstrous heads shining red eyes at the top of the chair's backrest and at either end. On the end of the armrest was a piece of a human skull, and a colorful cloth wrapped around the floor of the chair and the back rest.

"The throne."

That's exactly what I thought. Of course, the ordinary throne was a design that could not be said even if it was dead, but it deserved to be called a throne enough for its position, status and position.

Jack turns around. You can see the space you walked under the hem. A space reminiscent of palace battles. Was the Demon King in charge of his men here in the old days? Or call a global invasion meeting. If the Demon King's forces were some kind of religious force, I might give you a mass of some kind.

But I soon wondered. Since the place called the altar is already full of bread, why did we need to create a secret room inside the altar and open a meeting or a mass in it? If that were the case, it would have been enough to build it on the altar. Or did the Demon King need a new place to rule? We can't be sure the Demon King wrote it, but at least we had a pretty high-ranking guess in the Demon King's army at the time. But something stuck in Jack's mind.

Jack looks at the center of the joint.

'That's the most suspicious thing.'

Reason for creating a space inside the altar. Again, the most suspicious reason was the crystal in the middle. He steps down and walks to the crystal.

Boom. Boom.

I knocked on the crystal. No reaction either. I pushed hard. I didn't move a muscle.

Can't you take it with you? '

I tried to put it in my bracelet to try to tear it out slowly later, but it also failed. I didn't know if it was too big to put on the bracelet or for some other reason. It seemed impossible to move it elsewhere because it was completely fixed to the ground.

Jack reaffirms his appetite and pulls out the battle hammer.

'Too bad.'

It's dangerous to leave anything that might have something to do with the Demon King. It was a hidden place, but there was no chance of anyone finding it. I also got a map that shows where the presumed other altars are, so there's a good chance of other crystals being there. In other words, the crystal in front of him was no longer the only one. Jack raises his hammer and slams.

Tsk, tsk.

"Hehe!"

I unconsciously missed the hammer because of the shock coming up from my hand. The hammer bounces off the rebound and falls out the back.

Boom.

The soft carpet absorbs the shock, but the heavy sound echoes in the cavity, as the weight of the battle hammer is heavy. The dust that was piled up into the place where the hammer fell rises up, "Hook."

Jack grips his hands tightly and hesitates to sit down. The scowling pain deepens Jack's hand sharply.

"Grrrgh!"

I looked up at the crystal, moaning. There was no gold. He smashed himself so hard that he was struck down by reactions.

Jack hesitates for a long time, grunting and enduring the pain, approaching the battle hammer behind him as the pain subsides. I picked up the hammer and searched it thoroughly. He was also quite hit, so I wondered if there was a broken hammer. Fortunately, there seems to be nothing wrong with the hammer. Jack stands in front of the crystal again with a hammer. Then you raise the hammer again. You are cautious this time as you have been hurt, but you are still taking a pretty strong blow.

Boom.

"Ugh!"

I feel a slight pain in my hands again. Fortunately, I did not look forward to missing the hammer again, but the crystal in front of me was still showing off in a stiff laugh at Jack.

Boom.

Jack drops his hammer to the floor.

'Is it too much to break?'

Jack gives up neatly. The crystal is still intact, even if it has been hit twice. No matter how hard you hammer, I don't think the crystal will break. All I could think about was magical processing or something.

'I hope I don't find this place.'

You can't take it, and you can't break it, so there's no other way but to leave it. You collect the battle hammer from the bracelet and remove its wings. When I arrived at the sacred neutral city of Blau, I also pulled out a robe and pressed it deep, just in case.

Jack looks around before he leaves.

A few moments later, a group of bright lights passes by and the cavity is once again covered in static darkness.

Tsk.

You removed the holiday notice adhering to the shutter. After a long time, he was halfway around the world, but the notice was faithful to his role.

Glug.

It's been a long time since I heard a shutter go up. Even after the last month, my ears rang vividly as if I had heard it yesterday. You plug the key into the glass door revealed behind the shutter and turn it.

Cock.

You hear the lock unlock. Jinsuk lightly opened the glass door and went inside the store. It's been a long time since I've been here.

The problem of eating and living is that even if I spend money like water beyond what is already solved, I have enough money to wither, but I didn't want to play games. After all, he was quite a sincere man. Working, living, killing.

No, is the last one just a hobby? '

Whether it was a hobby or a pattern of living, Jin was determined to continue his social life. Since I had a lot of money, I thought about getting the flower shop organized and running a prosperous business, but I immediately folded over.

"What's on my subject?" '

Capital alone is not going to make the business successful, but you know nothing about business management. That's why David was so easily entrusted with the power of Golden Riggs. David was a slave who couldn't betray himself.

Just taking the money that David sends me, I decided to continue my hobby by by halfway through the flower shop. I refused to play games at home like a sociopath.

After that, Jack went to the flower shop the next day. I've spent the last month playing games. Now that you have exceeded your expectations and achieved your goals, it is time to return to your old regular lifestyle. Killing humans while enjoying the game was enough for seven hours of sleep.

'It doesn't matter because I don't have anything to do with the players anymore.'

I hit myself on the back of the head, but I knew it very well. In the game "Masked World," players are never trustworthy seeds. I thought I'd rather just go around imitating NPCs, or make NPCs my colleagues.

But there was also a problem. Even if you don't get along with the players, you'll often have to leave the store for a long time, like an escort quest between cities. Every time, it was personal and I closed the shop every day.

"Should I vote? '

The truth is lost in thought.