The World of Masks

Escorting an act of commerce is quite tedious, except in the middle of a battle. Unless you met monsters or bandits, walking in formation all day long was all you had to do. Ordinary people would complain of blistering, muscle spasms and physical deterioration, but most mercenaries were thick in these matters. Physical pain for them did not matter much. The biggest enemy was boredom.

The group makes their way to a small furnace in the open grass. The escort mercenaries' faces pour out with an unstoppable slushness. There was a human who snatched an elongated yawn. If the guards or soldiers hired in the real world had done this, they would have fallen apart, but they were mercenaries in the game. We haven't had organized professional training, but most humans prefer personal play. It was hard to expect such an elite force. The merchants didn't say anything, as if they were already used to it.

The terrain was also helping to alert them considerably. The sea was spread out to the side, but it was about 100 meters away. Other than that, it was just plain. Open vision is really easy to be alert to. It was no wonder the boundary went down, since we could easily detect the appearance of the enemy.

Jack felt bored as did the other mercenaries. I even thought it might be better if a monster came out. Despite the area to the south, this escort was well underway, as Jack was best regarded among the escorts.

Jack is also located to the right at the back of the matrix. I glanced at the woman riding the cart in the middle of the procession ahead. It was a player who introduced himself as Callie during the birth name.

Callie was treated like the only wizard in the crowd. The strength of the party varies dramatically depending on whether or not there is a wizard in the party. Even the rarity of wizards can make you jump for money. The player's wizard ratio will not be that low, but the NPCs were so rare that the wizard jumped to the wizard player. Although there are a lot of early investments, I also thought that the wizard would be the best person to make money for the purpose of the majority of players playing this game.

Suddenly, I met my eyes. Unlike her mask, Callie's mask is the foundation mask that covers her entire face, so her face is not visible. Even the eyes met for a moment. Callie turns her eyes away.

'I'm wary too.'

It's been a few days since we left for the ascent, but there's no way to say this between you and Callie. It's just office work. I tried to talk to him once, but he stepped back as if he was guarding himself with a cat-like attitude with tail and fur. I can recall my fellow mercenaries smiling incredibly, saying the task failed.

'Course it does.'

In this game, it is right to move with the judgement that other players are 'enemies' by default. Bad players are more likely to gain access to other players' hidden secrets and quest rewards.

'On a board with guys like me.'

You're lying if you're not interested in Callie's items and property. But Jack's priority is Callie herself, not those things. It was her life.

There must be enough to kill in combat, right? '

Perhaps she is the potential and she is the successor, so it was difficult to kill her in battle. Rather, it is a judgment we should hope that she will not "accidentally" cast magic on herself. Moreover, I was not tired of killing that bitch who ran away with the pair of them on her back so easily.

'If nothing else happens, I have to finish the quest and move on.'

Jack felt at ease. Perhaps you will be less alert to someone who is somewhat friendly. I decided not to be wooed even if I tried to get along a little bit.

You can see a slow ascent to the far side. Approximately 20 people. It was a mid-level ascent. Vik sits on a branch and looks at the telescope. You see the target, the game. You fold up the telescope and grab the rifle you were holding.

"Are you going to attack now?"

Creed bites from below. Creed can't climb up the tree because of the armor on it and the strong reacting cannon that fires. Even if there were a branch that could support Creed in heavy armor, it would break as soon as the cannon fired.

"Isn't that great? There are no cities or villages to run away from. The right environment."

Where they are, there are no obstacles. Whereas they hide in the forest about 100 meters away. Their weapons there are long-range weapons. I was able to strike unilaterally.

Vik puts the telescope inside the bracelet. Then I pulled out a new little object. The telescope is nothing but a byproduct built to make it. Vik mounts the object he pulled out of the bracelet, Scope, onto the rifle. You put your skull on your shoulders and put your eyes on the scope. The distant objects are magnified as if they were directly in front of you. You raise one tail of your mouth and raise a cruel smile.

'The hunt is on.'

Taang!

A gunshot in the ear raises the birds around you in unison. You see a mercenary collapsing with blood on his head through the scope. Red blood flows through the air, drawing a red rainbow, as if it were sticking a water conduit into its head and drawing blood. Vik pulls the trigger with a terrifying smile, pulling out the empty shell and refitting the bullet.

Huff.

Taang!

A second gunshot rings out. The bullet pierced the mercenary's head again. When the mercenary died for the first time, all of the NPCs who were frozen solid seemed to have panicked as they saw the second comrade collapse. Pleasure at this point. Human lives weigh so much as nothing they dare to translate are easily lost and scattered in their hands. It was Vik's biggest hobby to see life crumbling like a swarm of helplessly dying ants in front of him, the absolute one.

'Bolt action is a sniper.'

Power and Range are both bolt-action rifles that are greater than automatic rifles. Vik really liked a sniper who could play around with the hunting animals at a distance. Even though it's not a real human NPC.

"What are you doing, Creed? Shoot him in the face."

The mercenaries quickly hid from the wagons because of the players who knew the guns. Once the target is out of sight, Vik grudgingly calls Creed for reinforcements. Creed looks at the battlefield with only a telescope in his sights and picks up a Juju Island cannon.

In reality, it was a cannon the size of which no man could ever carry and shoot. Creed raises his hand too easily to lift a cannon that looks heavy. Vik says next to Creed as he aims at the porpoise to get up there.

"Ah! Don't shoot where the players are."

"Why?"

And Vik has been targeting other NPC mercenaries from the start. The players are not targeting them. In Creed's question, Vik grins.

"We'll eat something delicious later."

'Tough guy.'

Creed decides to turn a blind eye to his colleague's tastes. It sure looks like it'll help prolong his life.

Boom!

A heavy cannonball is fired at a fierce speed with a thunderstorm. The cannonball flies off a smooth curve and falls exactly on Creed's targeted cart.

Rrrrgh!

The explosion did not occur because it is a normal iron bullet, not a high bomb. However, the kinetic energy with heavy lumps of iron was enough to crush a cart made of crude wood.

The pieces of wood were shattered and scattered, filling the cart and thrown into the sky. Behind the shrapnel, you see three mercenaries. One of the bastards flies across the front of the cannonball with his upper torso intact. Fortunately, the two beside you seem to have survived. However, I couldn't properly move my body as if it was a big shock.

Creed checks the battlefield again with a telescope and pulls the cannonball out of the bracelet.

"Well, think of it as bad luck."

Creed puts the cannon back into the cannon, muttering a small word that he doesn't know who to tell.