The World of Masks

Jack chewed a piece of fruit from the market. The sweet juice swirled around my tongue and gently slipped down my throat. The sweet and sour taste was different from any fruit I had ever tasted in real life. Should I say it tastes like pineapple? He cuts another large piece of fruit and turns around. A brick house filled with the fragrance of time. Every time I walked on the ground that was torn apart by the continuous sunlight, the light dust scattered. Jack puts deep pressure on the hood. The air conditioning was desperate, but there could be such a cooling device in this medieval game. Including a hood that was pressed as deeply as possible to conceal his identity, even though it was a walking sauna inside Jack's clothes.

This time I saw people who were not in the surrounding buildings. He was walking around with a gun, dressed in a cloth that clearly shows rough cloth. Because it was a big city, people's lives didn't seem bad. But on his face was definitely shadier than the people of the sacred neutral city of Blau. It was even more awkward.

Jack takes his eyes off them and looks at the distant wall. A huge horde of rocks surrounding the entire city. Beyond that wall is a vast expanse of rice fields. And beyond that, vast wildlife and monsters will be near untouched by humans.

Jack looks down at the bracelet on his hand.

'I have to empty these somewhere.'

Inside the bracelet that Jack now has, there are a huge pile of victims whose lives were absorbed and mummified. I recovered all the dead bodies, leaving no trace of the Demon King. It was almost saturated. However, this was the biggest taboo of the game, and the remains of the Demon King could not be discarded anywhere.

'It's best to go out and dig a hole and bury it.'

But there were also many difficulties. If these things get caught, maybe he'll be completely public in the game. Then it was a video without seeing that life in the game would be really tiring. No, I didn't think I'd ever have to stop playing. It was the greatest terror that could not be imagined as the current Jack. If he could erase the character and rebuild it, that would be great, but unfortunately, Jack doesn't know how. No, I wondered if I could. So if I wanted to dig a hole, I had to go out and work in secret to a far place that had no people at all. But Jack's skill was too low to go into the field alone.

'If you go far now and meet the monsters, it's over.'

If I met two or three monsters like Cadillac before, I was sure I would die first in this game.

'After all, we have to go down to the south.'

Jack enters an unpopular alley. In case you were followed closely, Jack changes into a dull robe and puts a white mask on his face. Carefully back on the road, Jack makes his way to the mercenary guild without hesitation.

'I hope the leader hasn't gone down yet.'

When I asked him to accompany me, I regretted refusing. In the beginning, I thought I would be able to visit the city as a tourist or get information, but seeing Jack's identity, such as a place to live or work, was all I could see. And they were all outdated, so there was no reason to go sightseeing. The same goes for information. I listened at a bar or something, but there was nothing useful about it. In a game of Quillity where the transfer of information was originally a very slow medieval practice, it might have been difficult to get information from the kind of bars used by people who were too busy eating and living without any interest in politics or economics. I felt like I was wasting my time.

The mercenary guild was located on the outskirts of Marlahan. I carefully walked the distance between the animal manure and those who smelled nasty because they did not rinse. I heard that the difference between a holy neutral city and just a city is enormous, but I didn't know it was this big. I was eager to tear apart all the humans who are doing bioterrorism around me. I headed to the mercenary guild cautiously in case there's something dirty buried in the lobe.

Before opening the Guild Door, Jack takes a few deep breaths. Then I opened the door.

Fireworks.

It smelled like dark cigarettes and poisonous drugs, as expected. I missed the fresh smell outside because it was less than a second ago. Even if it smells like it's wrapped around your nose.

Jack walks to the counter. A bald man with muscles sits free, glowing yellow teeth. The wound across the left eye was impressive. The man glances up at Jack, rolling his eyes as if there were no hints.

"What?"

I could not even find the sophistication of hospitality in 21C. Now that he's about to, Jack asks the counter guy.

"Can you confirm if the leader of a group of mercenaries who came to escort the merchants from the Holy Neutral City of Blau was still in Marlahan a a few days ago?" "

Then he realized he didn't even know the leader's name. No matter how much I thought about it, I was pathetic. The man looks at Jack like he's looking at a madman.

"Are you kidding me? Do you think we have any idea what's going on?"

No, not at all. I was just checking in. "Well, who is this madman?" I turned my head, ignoring the "stare. It was also not to reject the terms of the leader at that time. I was sorry that I refused to travel to the south because of the useless tourism and information gathering. The effort that the leader had put back on to make it easier for him to recognize himself was the moment of complete blistering.

However, regrets are regrets and that made me unable to continue to fall under self-pity. At least moving to an area that meets his level is a priority, so Jack made his way to the quest board on one side of the mercenary guild. Marlahan's Mercenary Guild was also asked to do various things. Find the right ascent down south at the level you can get right now Or a factor escort. I didn't even look at the quest to catch monsters. The attack on Marlahan was too deep in your mind to go hunting monsters to the north.

'What should I do?'

Surprisingly, Jack's work was overwhelming. There's a bunch of letters here and there, asking for Class F mercenaries.

Is it because of the F rank mercenary phenomenon? '

In the north, Class F mercenaries are rare. Most low-grade mercenaries go down to the south where it's easy to request, while the northern mercenaries are mostly only high-grade mercenaries. Although there are occasional Class F mercenaries operating just as rarely in the north as Jack, most of them die doing their duty.

'Two people died when I came here.'

Obviously, he was fortunate at that time. We were able to save three Class F mercenaries. I thought it would be easy to rescue low-grade mercenaries, probably because they started in a sacred neutral city. But only one Class F mercenary survived that ascent. The other two were beaten so neatly by the monsters that they exacerbated the low grade mercenary camp in the north.

'But even if there is an ascent heading south, it's a problem.'

Ascending usually requires several days of steady movement. Even though the time in the game is faster than the reality, it takes more than a few days in real time. In the meantime, the problem was that he couldn't disconnect from the game.

'I had to take a few days off even though I was coming to Marlahan, so I don't have to leave the store.'

Before that, I used to put up my stats, take a break from the shop, and just kill a bunch of people. I don't care how I rest once, but I've rested too much in the last month now. At this rate, if the regulars run out, they'll get a live bullet. If the income that had come in here had decreased since the beginning of the relationship, it would have ruined a lot of money, but the time to play the game would have been lost.

I thought I wanted to go out on the field alone and travel between the city and the city. It was originally meant to be a floating around enjoying monster hunting and human hunting, but I've experienced with my body that if I go out on the field at this level now, I would be a good food for monsters.

'It really is a disaster. Seeking the Demon King for no reason and coming up north.'

I regretted it later, but the bus had already left. As I pondered how to minimize the damage, someone tapped Jack's mouth.

"Huh?"

Jack turns his head. Inside, "Could it be a leader?" There was also a mix of hopeful predictions. Unfortunately, Jack's expectations were futile.

"How do you do?"

A strange voice knocks on Jack's eardrum. Recognizing that he is not a leader, he feels a sudden setback from hope to disappointment, and Jack looks at his condition slowly. Thick body armor, back man and 50cm thick. The skilled knight, or warrior, could be imagined by anyone. Jack raises his tension sharply. Even though the armor seemed to be very strong, there was something else that made Jack nervous. The guy who called Jack. The man's face was covered with a white mask covering the entire face except around his mouth and nose. The man was a player.