The World of Masks

It's been a long time since the sun, which was a great blessing, hid its appearance behind that mountain. The world was already occupied by darkness like darkness. The only light that shines is the dense stars in the sky and the big moon. The rest of the lights were washed and searched.

Jubbuck. Jubbuck.

With the heavy footsteps, a small light shines from the alley.

Bloop.

The greased torch is actively burning. With a long spear in one hand, two armed soldiers wandered around the alley shining torches with their armor and helmets. You appear to be a vigilant. Keep your eyes peeled for any abnormalities around you, and watch out for the open sieves. The soldiers disappear back into the alley.

After the lights went out in the alley. You hear a rustling sound nearby.

"Phew."

Jack sighs of relief and comes out of an alley nearby.

'Time to get out of here.'

Robes that had already been covered in blood and had turned black have been telling us about Jack's movements so far.

Right now, the capital of Maine Natsu has been turned upside down. Disappearance of the Slum. The slum was originally a semi-law area where murders, robberies, pillaging, rape, etc. were uncommon. They were tax-exempt, so the royal family didn't care much about them, but they were wrong when this large-scale bizarre disappearance occurred.

The place was creepy, too. The blood trail was soaking inside the house, so there was a good chance that he was already dead, but not a single body was found. I wonder if any monsters have been sneaking in. The rumours in the city were endless. Of course, the guard was also greatly increased. Soldiers who were usually reluctant to enter the Slum were largely relieved and searched the Slum thoroughly. Then the case disappeared for a while. But not long after, this time the same thing happened on the other side of the city. Of course, I had to turn the city upside down.

'Some say the Knights will be dispatched.'

It was a rumor floating in the city. I don't know how strong the knight is, but it's better to avoid him unless you're sure of his strength. If I got caught by the incredibly strong man while continuing to commit murder for no reason, it was all over. In the first place, this massacre was just to enjoy the last supper before leaving the city. There was no reason to put myself at risk.

Jack turns around and disappears into a dark alley.

A few days later, Jack shows up at the gate. Jack was wearing a mask again. There are a large number of carts and mercenaries around. A familiar sight. A group of mercenaries leaving on their way. Jack is accustomed to sitting on the cart. Based on his experience, Jack's appearance was already that of a skilled mercenary. To soothe the bored mouth, I pulled out a jerky and chewed the thistle. He was tough enough to shake his head even if I told him to pay for it, but he was the only one who could spend time in the game.

"Here we go!"

You hear the leader's voice over there. Jack rises to his feet. I looked around a little. I don't see any doubles with guns. It just bothers me that the other mercenaries are looking at me with their masks on.

Jack returned to the game and wore a mask first. I was drunk because I had already sold my face to the pair of them. Of course, it wasn't the perfect plan. It was possible that the pair noticed that they were players. He definitely responded to the gun in the last battle. If you think about it a little bit, there's no reason for an ignorant NPC to react so quickly to a gun. But it was better than showing your face publicly. You can't be sure it's you just because you're wearing a mask. So I changed my outfit completely. The masks had been replaced with masks exposed to the mouth, originally used by Politon. Of course, the exposed beard and hair were neatly arranged this time, and the armor was replaced with plate mail and put on a new dark blue robe. The weapon has also melted down Politon's weapon and turned it into a new machete for him. Perhaps the pair cannot be sure it is themselves. The switched sword was quite heavy, but it was not a problem to swing because it gained quite a lot of life from the massacre.

As the matrix began to move, Jack also walked in line with the matrix. Pass through the Great Gate and out of the Castle. The destination was south again. Dirt flickers from the hooves of the animals and wheels of the cart. I heard from NPC passing by that all the roads in the water supply and resistance were paved with stones, but I couldn't help but hope for such luxury in the outer space. Luckily, it wasn't completely dry, so the dust settled on its feet and sat down on the ground again.

Three wagons to escort you on this journey. There were five mercenaries escorting him. It was a relatively minor nursing home. So this time, several merchants gathered and headed to other cities. Since the Merchants Guild's stronghold and mercenary camp were all separate, the gathering place was a little far from the walls by stepping out of the complex gates. At least not enough to recognize a person's face near the wall.

Jack's party is the first to arrive at the rally point. It's a little far, but there's some distance between the walls that looks pretty small. The mercenaries reluctantly sit back and waste their time. Some people made eye contact for a short period of time, others made clean weapons with a cloth, and others sat quietly and waited.

It's been about 15 minutes. A crowd of commerce begins to approach from there. Nine carts and 12 mercenaries. If what Jack heard is true, the two small merchants were a combined climb.

The merchant who was waiting welcomed me. The merchant who hired Jack as if he was the merchant of each merchant guild and the two merchants who had just arrived cheerfully greeted each other and smiled. Jack looks around at the mercenaries who have just arrived. Suddenly, I stopped looking at one of the mercenaries.

That one!

Jack opens his eyes in surprise.

That's where Jack looked. A dozen mercenaries were wearing masks with him. The curvature between the long, raw hair behind the mask and the robe. Covered with a mask, but able to distinguish roughly the same person by their body type and hair. Above all, the magic wand she holds. Overall, they were shaped like snakes. The torso of the torso and the jaws of the animal crept to the head of the carved cane as if the crystal sphere were tightly biting. It was a peculiar staff in many ways. It was also a familiar looking staff.

Found it!

Jack cheers from his heart. The bitch who ran away with the gunmen was standing there.

I was looking at myself whether she had noticed her. I didn't notice. I was just surprised at the fact that I had another player and myself. Jack smiles greetingly, moving his exposed mouth as if to say hello. However, the eyes in the mask stared at her were frozen and cold.

Creed seems crazy these days. It was a well-known fact that his partner Vik had a rather obsessive side, but I didn't expect it to be this paranoid.

"Hey, Vik. Let's get back to it! If you're a player, you've got another one."

3 months before game time. I really wanted to beat myself up and kill the one who wanted to come to this city to find the ones who missed it. Creed had already given up neatly not finding them until about two weeks after the game time, but his partner was a floater. I ended up wasting my time for three months.

"Hey, Vik. This time around, there could be a semi-automatic rifle. Maybe there's machine guns and drum guns and stuff."

I flirted with a semi-automatic rifle singing like that. I felt like a mother. I'm not even married yet. But Vik remains motionless.

Wrong again today. Creed shakes his head in excitement.

"Hey, Creed."

Creed raises his head in a flash as Vik calls out to himself. Have you finally thought about getting this leech back?

"Why? Are you going back now?"

Creed reacts in a hurry. Vik points to either side without words from Katabuta. The atmosphere did not seem to return. Creed turns to look where Vik is pointing, disappointed.

The two were the tall bell towers in the outer perimeter. The bell tower, which was standing like a stake in the sky, was high enough to see beyond the wall at the top of the sheep, which was as high as a foundation measuring faith. Creed eyes tighten and looks where Creed is pointing. It seemed like people were gathering. But it was a street, so I couldn't distinguish between the details.

"What is it? What is it?"

Vik quietly handed something over. It was a telescope that sailors would have used in the Middle Ages. This was also provided by their organization. Creed looks at the telescope and sees where Vik is pointing. I didn't know what it was at first, but when I looked at what Vik thought was the place, I unconsciously asked Creed what he was talking about.

"Huh?"

A familiar figure stands before you. Where carts and mercenaries gather as if they were a procession to travel. There, I saw a person who looked very familiar with the white mask, the head hanging back, and the unusually shaped magic wand.

"Really? · · · · · · · ·."

Creed doesn't speak. You don't think so? His paranoid, perverted colleague eventually finds one of his targets. Creed, who was giving up completely, became more obsessed with his colleague's pervert than he was pleased.

"Huh? There's another one?"

The masked man was not the only woman they were chasing. There was also a man dressed as a warrior.

"Is that him?"

An Asian who disappeared from their previous attacks. But Vic insisted that it didn't matter.

"I don't know. I don't care. If it's a player, it's definitely our target."

Vik gets up.

"Let's go. Hunting!"

Vik leads down the bell tower. It was like if I held back a little, I'd lose my prey. Creed shakes his head as if he had no choice but to follow you down the bell tower.