The World of Masks

Popples.

The bubble rises. In the background, like a literal unfolding of the concept of darkness, not even a single point of light, the bubble rises to the top, seeking freedom. Surrounded by unimaginable pressure and darkness. It was also the lowest deep sea in the Pacific, as people call it. Basically, the water is full and the sun is not coming in, so photosynthesis is not possible and the oxygen is low. Although it seems that life cannot live, the strength of life has made this place a place where even life can live.

Popples.

There was another bubble. The Mariana Trench is the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean, the world's largest ocean. At the bottom, an unknown bubble was being created.

Pop, pop, pop.

Could it be that a new lava volcano has been created at the bottom? If not, would there be gaps at the bottom of the sewers and leaks of trapped air from the formation?

Pop Pop Pop Pop.

More bubbles are rising. And.

Shhh.

A faint light began to illuminate the inlet and the floor, just as a light was coming into the light bulb that began to pass through electricity. Suddenly, the luminescent that appeared shivered negatively like a living thing. Deep-sea life passes through the deposits that have been piled for a long time. However, the almost degraded eyes simply passed by the luminescent light emitting whether they could not detect the light.

Blink, blink.

The luminescent emitting light repeatedly increased and decreased the intensity of the light. The light that first appeared in this deep sea that had not shined a single dot in many years. Whether it was because of the background, the light looked very mysterious and very sacred.

Woof.

Luminescence vibrates lightly and creates waveforms in the surrounding sea. The deep sea creature that was passing by was furious if it could feel the vibrations. As my consciousness slowly regained, the light of the luminescent became more intense.

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Luminescent light that has twisted its body several times to check its condition. The brightness seemed to have weakened slightly, disappointed. But soon, I started spraying the surrounding area with frightening light.

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The water around the luminescent material begins to boil in an instant. Like a fury, he scatters light and shakes his body. Vibrations that shake around the foam and dense depth surrounding the deep sea have swept through the bottom of the estuary. Soon after, the light of the luminescent begins to fade away.

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The luminescent, which gradually erased the light as it fell asleep again, finally reminds me of only one worry.

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Hook.

The luminescence dissipates. Darkness and silence once again wrap around the bottom of the estuary, as if what had happened at the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

Jack felt good. With a joyful mind, Jack's footsteps seemed to be lighter to the body. You twirl your big sword, singing your nostrils and walking the dirt path. The stems emerge from the leaves and beyond the dense leaves, to the blue sky and puddle clouds. There was nothing to offend me.

Beautiful nature unlike the north, and monsters that are moderately strong enough to be free to roam around on their own. Even a lot of people who don't look like they'll leave a trace even if they kill a few.

'Definitely the best environment.'

The current situation was something Jack never dreamed of doing. After badly putting some of his prominent humans to sleep last night, he was climbing a mountain quite far away from the city for hunting and picnics. Because of the player's traits of being hostile to monsters and animals, a weak lifestyle was continuing to arouse the sensation everywhere he went, but Jack did not see the game he wanted. It was all herbivores with big horns.

'I need a monster.'

Jack had a taste. The stats have increased greatly, making it difficult to kill humans and increase their stats. Killing an ordinary human won't last long. So Jack has been investing a lot of his life force in the int lately, killing humans. Thanks to the effects of the beads of life that Galik had, the str stat is now more effective than the life force gained by hunting humans. Of course, killing strong NPCs can give you a lot of vitality, but it's too risky.

'Disappearance of the slums and disappearance of soldiers are completely different cases.'

Human hunting was not willing to take that kind of risk on a platform centered on the favelas to reduce the risk. If Jack was hunting soldiers, the city's borders would jump enormously right away. However, I couldn't find any strong NPCs other than soldiers.

'Massacre's not happening right now.'

If you massacre like the city Jack left behind, the whole city will be overturned. Then Jack's murder will only get shorter and shorter, and eventually he will have to stop at either line. That's why Jack was holding back the time of the genocide before leaving the city.

I hear a sound I didn't think of as I was walking along the road, looking around for someone to hunt.

Taang!

"Huh?"

Jack turns his head in surprise. You can see the birds rising in unison from afar. There are some distances that make a lot of noise, but it sounds familiar to Jack. It was the sound of being nailed to the ears by the military, and I never thought I'd hear it here.

Shots fired! '

Gunfire in a game dominated by cold weapons and magic? In the journey so far, I was embarrassed because I had never seen a gun other than gunpowder. It's where they say Jack heard the gunshots. I looked at the direction where the birds had flown together.

Do you want me to check?

I was curious. I was curious. Gunfire in a game like this. But there could be risks.

Can I handle a gun now? '

Jack fulfilled his duty to the defense. That's why I knew very well how dangerous guns were. The strong iron armor you're wearing is more likely to be pierced like a bell.

"No, more than that, what gun? '

It was a nightmare if power and ranges were relatively small handguns or sniper rifles that were hard to use when vision was not clear, such as forests. If you think about dealing with brute force scratching bullets, it goes dark first.

That was when Jack was trying to figure out whether or not to go to check.

Fluffy.

Jack quickly straightens his blade. Something comes running through the bushes in front of you.

Bang!

Another gunshot. It was quite close this time.

Swoong!

Puck!

The bullet blows a little further away from Jack. The sound of the bullet slicing through the wind sounds sinister. The flying bullet plunges deep into a single tree. A deeply wounded mark speaks well of the power of the flying bullet.

Jack grumbles into his heart. It seems like the group with the guns is coming to where Jack is.

Fluffy.

The sound of the brush grows louder and louder. It's too late to run. Jack raises the tension and prepares for battle. A person appeared in front of Jack like that. The player looked like a woman, wearing a white mask with no personality and carrying something that looked like a magic wand.