The World of Masks

You hear an unnamed bird whistling, and a stream running through it somewhere. The light that descended between the green ceiling covering the blue sky even appeared to be a ray of hope that descended into a dark world. It was the typical forest imagined by modern people, which would give me an elongation just by looking at the pictures. But when Jack was walking through the forest, he had no intention of praising the forest.

Turn it off.

The moisture that penetrated through the armor felt like death. I do not know the exact humidity, but it is clear that the forest is full of humidity, at least enough to make the humans feel unpleasant.

Even the insects that do not leave with their unpleasant wings around their bodies are enough to make them feel better.

One of the mercenaries tries to get rid of the worm with a swing. However, these tenacious bastards have only been scattered for a short while and still wander around them. Fortunately, there was little sunlight because of the dense leaves, so there was not much like a forest. However, the rotting leaves, which have been piling up for years, hold the party's ankles instead.

"What the hell was that?"

One of the mercenaries walking silently spits it out. The confused look on his face was representative of the mercenary's feelings, as if he couldn't understand it at all. Jack could roughly understand what the mercenaries were saying. Probably talking about guns.

"This is the weapon of our world."

For Jack to answer briefly, the gaze of the three mercenaries was instantaneous.

"The weapon of your world?"

"Yes, I was very surprised. I don't know what kind of traveler he was, but he was completely restored."

You shrug your shoulders and raise your arms to either side, expressing your admiration in exaggerated gestures.

"Dammit! If you're here on a trip, why are we messing with monsters?"

'Maybe you weren't the target.'

I looked inside and pitied the mercenaries. Of course, I didn't say it out loud. They said to the excited mercenaries, "You just got caught up with us." It was obvious how mercenaries would react. Above all, Jack was busy caring about other things.

"Things are a little more dangerous than that."

Jack looks back and spits.

"What are you talking about?"

A mercenary asked. Jack opens his mouth, making fun of his feet hard.

"You know we're travelers, right?"

"You can tell by the mask."

"Then you know we can go back to our world."

The mercenary frowns.

"What do you want to say?"

Otherwise, your colleague is wiped out, and you won't be happy to feel only run away from those who use strange weapons. However, this strange traveler kept doing some useless leading answers.

"If we want to run away, we can just go back to our world. So why have we been walking so far?"

"Ah!"

Callie gives off a slight elasticity, as if she had just remembered. Have you ever logged out before? Jack finds this woman, Callie, increasingly pathetic. If that were an act, the Academy Fox would have no problem playing.

The mercenary smirks. Already that kind of common sense was very widespread to people around the world.

"You guys, you said you can't go back to your world in battle. Running away won't release you from battle for long."

As if he had realized something, the mercenaries turned their heads and looked where they had fled. I swallowed my saliva, nervous as if something dangerous was about to jump out. The other mercenaries look back to see if they've realized anything.

"Huh? I can't log out."

Jack nods quietly as Callie shouts in embarrassment.

"I kept trying to log out, to get back into our world, but I couldn't. This means one thing. That we haven't gotten out of combat yet. But it's already pretty far to the point of battle. If they stay where they are, we can't go back."

"That means · · · · · · · · · · ·."

I didn't want to hear it, but I had to check. The mercenary asks Jack in a trembling voice. Jack lets out a heavy voice.

"We're being chased."

Ugh.

Vik sweeps through the leaves. Tiny traces that only Big could see were revealed among the dense leaves piled up. Vik rises from his seat, fixing his pistol.

"That way."

Fluffy.

Vik walks through the rotting leaves without hesitation. Creed then walks casually.

"How far do you think they are?"

"Well, there's no way to know for sure."

Bic pushes his hand to the side and answers the branch that is blocking him. As Vik passes, the branch returns to its original state and blocks Creed's path again.

Out of the way!

Creed slaps the branch in front of him with an iron fist without hesitation. The branches fell powerlessly.

"Players, you didn't log out and run away, did you?"

Even after this, if you miss, you will never be as annoying as that. Even after all the hard work, Creed was more passionate about hunting players than before.

"You'll be fine. Tracking skills are already active. You can't just run away."

Vik tracks the trail of Jack's group through the trees.

It is usually impossible to log out when a player enters a combat situation. However, at the end of a battle, about 100 meters away from the battle point and the battle, the combat status will automatically unravel and you will be able to log out afterwards. However, if the target has tracking skills, the story will be different. Immediately following the start of the trace, the scope of the logout will expand dramatically depending on the level of the tracking skill. Currently, it is not possible to log out due to Big's skill level in the range of about 2km. If they rush after us, we can finish them off before they log out.

"I'm not letting go this time!"

Vik sharpened his teeth. Creed, on the other hand, says, "There he goes again. I looked at him.

'Well, you said you didn't have much to learn and use, so you upgraded your tracking skills well enough in 3 months.'

You said you lost two players because you didn't have tracking skills up. After that, I hunted the monsters while I was wandering around trying to catch the missing kites and put up my tracking skills. With a strong will to never miss a game again.

'He's a great kid in a way.'

But I didn't want to resemble him at all, and I didn't have a pulse. If he later got married and had a child, there was also enough time to constantly nag him to stay away from such adults.

"Huh?"

Vik kneels on his knees and sweeps the ground, looking only at the elongated ground like a dog looking for food with his nose to the ground. Looks like you found something new.

"What? What, is there some kind of clue?"

Creed sticks his head out from behind and asks.

"They · · · · · · · · · · · · ·. We split into two groups."

"You mean torn?"

Vik nods. Creed folds his arms and thinks. If the herd is divided into two, we should give up on one side. Creed himself has no tracking skills, but he's not worth the effort as there's only one male player in the game. If they are torn, the risk increases dramatically.

"Do you think you know where the players went?"

The urgent question is, where did those kites go? Honestly, the mercenaries who couldn't find anything to eat were out of interest. Vik slowly raises his hand to either side.

"Two guns went this way, with the heaviest footprint and the lightest footprint."

Then, I slowly moved my hand to the other side.

"Three middle-weight guys went this way. Plus, this is where it all started."

Creed is lost in thought. Clearly, one of the players was wearing heavy iron armor, and the female was wearing relatively light body armor. And the three NPC mercenaries were lightly dressed by ordinary mercenaries, such as leather armor. Perhaps the heaviest footprint owner is the male player. Female player owns the lightest footprint. And those medium-weight guys are probably mercenaries.

Creed looks at those who have the heaviest footprints and the lightest footprints.

"There he is."

Vik nods to see if he agrees.

"Luckily, the players are all together, so it should be easy to hunt."

"Did you notice the trail?"

"Maybe. I bet you think it's strange that you can't log out all the time. Maybe the only way to survive is to split them in two."

Creed hears Vik's words and starts walking ahead.

"Let's go. The mercenaries aren't interested anyway, so let's catch them and get some rest."

I'm getting tired of this pursuit. Creed quickly wants to finish this hunt and have a nice cold drink. Vik follows Creed as he makes his way up the aisle. But I looked behind him as if something was snatching.

'Obviously two people went that way.'

There's one thing I haven't told Creed. The heaviest footprint, the footprint of the male player, went in the same direction once as the three mercenaries. Then I came back and walked the other way, like the lightest footprint and the female player.

Are you back because you're worried? '

Probably came back to the idea that it was better to travel with the same player. Soon Vik hastened to follow the trail of the two fellows, wondering what it would be like.