The World of Masks

"The United States of America is obviously a country with liberty and justice and a dream of heroism, but it's also one of those places where it's completely back to the logic of capitalism. It's true in every country, but in America, the lives of the poor are very poor. When you can't afford to go to the hospital and sew yourself up, and you have a fever and you don't have money and you can't knock on the door of the hospital, you really cry. I was born into such a poor family."

David recalls that moment with his poor eyes.

"But that didn't mean I was as hungry or as hungry as the children of the third country. because it's a country that's returning to the logic of capitalism, but it's doing just as well as one of the leading countries in the developed world. We can live with subsidies coming out of the country. But when I was a kid, I really hated it. I thought that living on a subsidy from the country, compared to other people living in luxury, was like livestock raised by the country. And at that time, I was thirsty for learning. I was in a mediocre public school, and I envied kids who were going to expensive private schools with exceptionally high quality education. And I thought, you know, I want to sell my soul, I want to be educated, I want to go up to the Upper East Side, and I want to live a life of excellence."

If you have the economic power to receive a high education from yourself, you will not be pushed by anyone. That's what David thought at the time, and he had the talent and passion to do it.

"It was then. He appeared to me."

An old gentleman with a shattered white scepter, wearing a black central fur, wearing a suit of the same color, and wearing high quality shoes. His encounter changed David's life at that time.

"He introduced himself as the Devil, but now he's just mentioning words that are easy for me to understand, and he's acting like it doesn't matter what else he's called."

Jinsuk thought of the old man who threw the world of masks at him. The existence of the devil David told me was similar in appearance to the old man he spoke of. It was likely the same person.

"He asked the big question. that if you do what you want, you can really sell your soul. I thought about it a lot, but I ended up holding his hand. that I would rather sell my soul than live and die like a bug at the bottom of this society for the rest of my life than live and die like a bug than live out this miserable misery. Fortunately, his request was not to sell his soul. but after a certain period of time, they decided to enslave me. I felt that this life or the life of slavery was no different, and I bluffed and signed a slave contract without hesitation. But after that, I first wondered if something was wrong with the old man who was taking the contract, smiling horribly. But the enormous support that came after that cleaned my doubts out of my head, and the life that I had imagined began in my head. Spacious homes, delicious food, and high quality education. It was a classic upper-class life. There was nothing to envy at that time. But surprisingly, those days passed quickly."

David's voice is filled with remorse. Regretfully, the only emotion was completely tied to David.

"The first time I became a slave was when I became CEO of Golden Riggs. But I didn't have any complaints at the time. I also wanted to grow a little company big. My skills were not bad, and the old man often continued to provide the high-end information he needed to invest, so he had no great difficulty growing the company. And then about three months ago, Wilkes, the former owner, was enslaved with the company, and now he's back to you."

Jack licks his lips as if his tongue were dry, pouring a glass of water over and over again. David receives it politely with both hands and drinks it carefully, as if it were flattering.

"Do you regret that old contract?"

"What can I do to regret it?"

It was David who put down the cup as if he had become accustomed to it. Jinseok confirmed his words, recalling David's contract of slavery that he had looked at earlier.

Fortunately, there were many things in the slave contract that were written in Korean and did not interfere with the reading. 'Slaves never obey their masters. Slavery cannot do any harm to its owner, and the destruction of the contract is impossible for any reason. When the owner is transferred, all personal information, except the name in the former owner's game, is kept confidential and remarks about it are prohibited. "Etc." The termination of the contract is not possible for any reason.’ David regretted that he had to follow this situation.

'A slave of the king would love a pretty girl.'

Jinseok tasted "chug" in his heart. As a maiden slave, I could eat as much as I want, but it seemed best to ask David to put the slave in the top position of the company and make money.

A dull bear, overwhelmed by a slight regret, begins to gnaw at David's words to date. Half a year ago, the masked world was commercialized. But it was only a few decades ago that the old man proposed to David a contract. What's the difference between these years? What is that evil, this masquerading world, being sprinkled for? My thoughts got tangled up in my head.

"But if you come here in person, don't you have any doubt that I'm playing in a masked world?"

If anyone knew that Wilkes was a masked world player, he would have doubted the sudden handover of Wilkes' assets. Unlike goods that you think have been moved directly into your home, a company is not something that can be moved directly into your home. But David shakes his head as if to say not to worry.

"Don't worry about it. The whole memory of the company and its goods that were transferred to you from Wilchtese's family, from everyone involved. Even if someone knew that Wilchtess was playing in a masked world, his memory of reality would disappear as soon as he died. I don't know if you remember Wilchtese in the game, but the fact that the former owner of the game was Wilchtese is gone, and they're just going to remember the former owner, the real neighbor. whether it's a good neighbor or a bad neighbor. The only thing I remember about him is the master who has attributable his goods and me, the slave who is attributable."

"That's a relief."

Jinsuk swept away my heart. The most important thing to him now was his safety. As soon as safety was confirmed, what followed was the plan going forward.

"So what are you going to do now?"

"You can decide."

Jinsuk looks around, touching his chin with his hands.

"First of all, can you organize these?"

"It shouldn't be difficult. What do you want us to do about it?"

"How did you store the Wilchtese?"

"I thought you had a secret safe in your mansion. Can I do the same for you?"

"No, I don't want to build a safe and manage it, so I leave it all to the bank. No doubt about it."

The more money, the better, but the money that can't be found out from this source was just a hassle for a bad place. David nods as if it wasn't too difficult.

"I'll put the precious metals in a bank vault, and I'll make foreign currency accounts for each currency. Don't worry about doubts. Because the devil is thorough in places like this. The ownership of the company's equity and the goods stored thereon are not legally defective at all, but are in your possession in a legitimate manner and transaction. Don't worry, your documents, electronic logs, transactions, etc. are all tampered with. After being so thorough, the property of the owner is well documented in Korea's tax information network. Don't worry, even the taxes on it have been manipulated so far. However, from now on, the money you will earn in Golden Riggs can avoid tax issues. This, of course, may be noticed if tax investigations come in. What do you want to do?"

"Just make it snappy. No, avoid anything illegal. It makes me nervous if I get caught and dig in. And I don't know anything about the company, so David can take it from here."

"Very well, I will continue to take charge of the company and report the results each time I pay you."

Jin-seok, a workaholic, gave power to David in a cool way. It was really good for David. The owner did not insist on running the company even if he had an idea. Of course, even if the owner exercised control, he would still be there, but he was unsure whether the company would work as well as it does now.

"Now that I mention it, David is surprisingly good at Korean."

David's Korean was as fluent as Korean's. There was no strong accent that came out when Westerners spoke Korean, and the combination of sentence components was excellent.

"I don't know Korean or Korean culture at all, but if it's a devil's joke or a change in ownership, I can clearly see only the owner's language and surrounding culture."

"Is that so?"

However, it would have been very uncomfortable if the owner had changed and the language had not been spoken.

I was curious about everything, but I decided to break ground. The body, which had not yet escaped the aftermath of death, was complaining of intense fatigue.

"Well, sort of deal with it that way. I was dead when Wilchtesse died, and I'm tired of the aftermath."

David gets up with his head down.

"Then I'll see you the next time you come to pick up your goods. Feel free to contact us at the number on your business card if you need to. I'll be right back."

David lets out a sigh of relief as he goes out the front door and puts on his shoes. I didn't think this owner would touch himself if he brought me money all the way. It was a satisfactory trip to Korea for David.

"Ah! If you have severe death sequelae, please increase your int stats in the game. It is also a stat that includes mental strength, so the more you increase it, the higher the barrier to mental damage." Increased mental strength means that even if you die in the game, you are less likely to die of shock. Some of the reasons my former owner was shocked was that he neglected to elevate his intuition by prioritizing other abilities. And please lower your voice the next time you see me. It's too much to talk to a slave. "

"I'll think about it."

David lowers his head deeply, opens the door, and quietly disappears to the owner who walks him out the door.