The World of Masks

"Well, then, you're finally ready."

I want to pull out that well-spoken tongue with a satisfied mouth. I was willing to make a deal with the devil if I made it possible. That's how angry Creed is right now. However, you can imagine tearing your opponent to shreds, but that is literally just an imagination, unless you have the ability to make your imagination come true. Even Jack had a hunch that Creed's delusions were insubordinate, but this side was not even impressed. A daily response to an opponent's status never ends. After all, Jack is a murderer. I have literally had thousands of such grumbling looks and delusions.

Jack glances back at Callie before he starts asking questions. It was still not as though I had regained consciousness. Let's leave it a little longer. You're gonna have to go through it again. Jack decides to leave the greatly shocked girl alone for a little while longer.

Jack rubs his hands together and smiles. Creed felt appalled at his actions, even though he was perfectly aware of Jack's nature. No one will ever say that lions and tigers roam like cats right in front of them. I could have made a bet. Creed could have put all his assets on the line.

"First of all, where did you get your gunpowder weapon? I don't think that's the weapon in this game."

"The organization gave it to me."

I answered bluntly. I couldn't help but feel like I was being held captive and mortgaged for my life. The pain coming up from his thighs continued to stimulate the nerves.

"What organization?"

"I don't know exactly. I bumped into a player, and he was the boss of the organization. That's when I got his recommendation."

"Hmm. How do you make gunpowder weapons?"

"The boss made it. Specifically, the nearby blacksmith forced NPCs such as NPC to teach and produce skills. I don't know where you learned it, but the boss knows all about weapons. I understand that the skill level in the game is poor, so I also worked hard to produce weapons."

That way, Jack starts asking what he wants to know one by one. How to use gunpowder weapons, the location of the tissue, etc. Jack's question continued endlessly, almost like he was about to let out everything related to Creed. When the question was satisfied, Jack smiled.

"You can't be lying, can you?"

He twirls and laughs and says prankingly. Creed went all the way up to that son of a bitch who used up the jewels of the contract. He made a thorough mockery of himself.

"Of course. He's not crazy enough to lie with a gem of a contract that affects reality." "

'I don't know about you.'

I added a note to my mind. I want to hold the opposing Pokémon off at any cost. But I didn't dare to spit it out. However, the condition in front of me was strange. Did you find out what you were saying to yourself? I knew it was ridiculous, but I felt extremely nervous inside.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · The jewels of the contract affect reality?"

What, because of that? I feel powerless to enter my whole body without my knowledge. But I still haven't been able to fully strap myself in. Creed answered Jack's question diligently.

"Don't you know? I don't know what kind of crazy son of a bitch made this game, but the gems of the contract affect reality. Sometimes it's natural. You must have gained a lot of physical strength in real life, too, huh?"

Jack nods quietly.

"We can only speculate that it's a similar principle, but we don't know exactly what will happen. But surely, 'this contract affects reality.' If I put in a similar passage, I can attribute the impact of the contract to reality. I signed a contract with such a ridiculous jewel, and there's no way I'm lying."

Like a suspect trying to prove his innocence, Creed strongly argues that his words are certainly true, and that there is no such thing as a lie. And that was also true. Creed was not brave enough to lie after using the jewels from the contract.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Right. Very well. Thanks to you, I have another piece of good information."

It was information about the sound of crazy games. I spoke casually, but I was not terrified. It was said that it would expand its effectiveness by including a phrase that expanded its influence from reality. However, if the contract became wrong, it could become a situation tied to the contract in reality without hesitation.

You can die in real life, too, right? '

Not many players had already died in the masked world, so it was a good possibility. No, it would be best to be confident and move as well as a masked world.

You've managed to extract some compelling information from Creed. Now it was time to finish.

"I'll thank you for that. I've solved all my roughly questions."

"Then untie these chains quickly. I don't want to see your face anymore."

Next to the bush. 'and spit. Once we're out of this situation, we'll gather our allies and attack the allies in front of us.

"Can he regain consciousness? '

Vik's corpse, to be precise, is the place where Vik's corpse was scattered in the light. He wasn't even that mentally strong, but he was so brutally murdered that he was terrified that he had enough to think about folding the game.

"Huh? You're a goner, aren't you?"

"Hmph! I don't have to bow to you, as long as the gem of the contract guarantees my safety." "

"That, too. Ah! One more question. Are you allowed to talk to me like this? If I were the boss of your organization, I would never let you betray me with the jewelry of the contract."

"You're cracking it. Who's in the organization if you're gonna make that deal? Guns are a fascinating thing, but I don't want to have my freedom tied down literally. Well, I had a light contract to tell the boss not to reveal it first, or not to run away with a weapon, but · · · · · · · · · · · ·"

'That's how it went.'

It was a reasonable word. Now that all the real questions have been answered, Jack calls out to Callie. I wonder what's going on this time. Callie, who was sitting idly, hesitated, but approached Jack as if she had no choice but to rush him. Suddenly you call Callie, and Creed twists to make sure she's nervous, too. The sound of a squeaking chain is ominous.

"Hey, why don't you stop acting weird and let me go? You're not suggesting that she hurt me because you signed the contract? If that's the case, I'll tell him to wake up. There's no way we can afford to run away like this. You know that, don't you?"

He laughs and laughs, but his voice is also filled with 'no way' anxiety. What a pitiful mediation. Jack smiles brightly.

"Of course. I'm not the one who doesn't know what's going on."

"Well, hurry up with this chain."

But Creed's words do not continue.

Phew.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!"

Jack sticks Longsword in Creed's leg, very clear, as if a child who knows nothing is pulling off each ant's leg. It was a different bridge from the one you broke earlier.

"I was just wondering if you weren't aware of the situation."

Fluffy, but Creed is confused and doesn't care what Jack has to say.

"Uh, how?"

The gem of the contract makes it very easy for a man who can't hurt himself to put a knife back into his thigh. Was there a breach in the contract? No, it can't be. I was desperate to think of it as a life-threatening task, so I got rid of the gaps. But he broke his faith very easily. To Creed in confusion, Jack explains with a swirling smile.

"Are you confused? Well, that makes sense. to answer your question with service."

Jack pulls out the heirloom jewels.

"This is expensive."

The eye in the mask widens like a tear. Although he didn't get a good look because he was wearing a mask, he was excited enough to know that his opponent was appalled.

"I accidentally saved it. He's as cool as the jewel on the contract. Now you realize, the deal you've made so far."

Jack pauses, putting his face to Creed's face, and says,

"It's all clown's play."

I feel good about it. Creed can't help feeling helpless. I didn't think it was fake. I desperately thought to avoid any breach of contract, but the very nature of the contract was already fake. It was not a game I could win

Jack turns to Callie, putting Creed lightly into despair. The user stabs the target with a knife and trembles at the fear of Jack smiling brightly. Jack sweetly approaches Callie. The closer Jack approaches, the more he winces, the more terrified he seems to be. But Jack grabs Callie by the shoulders, not caring.

"Come on, Callie. I helped you before, but you're on your own now."

"Yes?"

You point your thumb at Creed on the back and point it at Callie, who is asking her if she doesn't know the language.

"Kill them."

Creed and Callie's heart thump! 'I fell.

"I-I can't."

I shake my head desperately to say no. I went back to the same place I was before and even stepped back a little. But Jack could not react to such a weak rebellion.

"Come on, Callie. Think about it."

He was the sweetest voice he could make, to bring a girl who was trembling before his eyes to the same family as him.

"Callie needs to get used to murder. Didn't I just say that? I lost sight of the only human blood I'd ever seen."

"Ha, but."

Wool brings little pleasure. Jack said as if he couldn't.

"Then you can't."

Is that what they don't want? Looking up at Jack with a slight hope. But coming back to Callie was a cold blade.

"If you don't, I'll kill you." "

"· · · · · · · · · Yes?"

"You, if you leave it alone, you die. If I die now instead of looking tough, I might change my mind."

The blade that touched my neck was cold. I feel a ridiculous imagination that the sword itself is sprinkling cold air. Every time I look at myself, Jack's mouth, which was comfortably smiling, stood still as if it were when. Callie was terrified.

"What would you do?"

The blade is a little closer. A little cut on Callie's neck, frozen in terror, and a drop of blood spills out. Callie nods up and down, forcing her motionless head to move.

"Okay. Use the black one."

The sword snaps slightly. But the blade was still pointed at Callie. With a little power from Jack, that sharp day would have pierced Callie's delicate neck without a hitch.

Callie picks up the dagger, trembling. The blood that has not yet dried up has been spilled. You feel the blood rushing to the handle, and you reach for Callie's hand without pity. Callie steps forward to Creed.

"Fuck, fuck. Bastards!!!"

Creed gives you a swearing speech to see if you feel any fear. But there was no one to respond. Jack ignores the bark, and Callie is distracted by her own work.

"A little help to say, he's been harassing Callie ever since. If he hadn't done what he did, you wouldn't have to do this."

At that moment, Callie's brain was overwhelmed with memories so far. Those who stubbornly pursue themselves when they stumble upon each other in the forest. It's like those little minks and private loan sharks chasing after themselves for money. At that moment, I felt a rush of strength in my hand, holding the dagger like a lie.

'Yes, I can't help it. If you don't kill me now, I'll die later.'

I took a step forward with all my heart.

"Oh, don't come!!"

Really ugly screams. Humans are really like this worm because they've been bothering themselves so much. In Callie's mind, the flames of fury begin to burn violently.

"· · · · · · · Yes. It's all your fault. If it wasn't for you guys!"

Callie lowers her head, mumbling like a crazy bitch. The mask twists like a monster.

Whee.

The dagger is raised and lowered firmly.

Phew!

"Shhhhh!!!!!"

Once more, a terrible scream echoes. The pain never ceases. Callie draws her dagger again and stabs him frantically. Often the sword hits the chain and bounces off, but Callie doesn't even feel the resistance in her hands and slashes Creed's body in succession. As time went on, screams grew more and more frequent. But Callie's scalping didn't stop. Guilt, fear, and a little joy that I don't realize right now. To forget all that, Callie didn't stop at putting the dagger down.

Tak!

Something grabbed his hand. Callie turns her head.

"That's enough. He's already dead."

Then Callie wakes up, dazed, and looks into what she's done. Whether he died in agony or Creed's body itself was horrifying. He did this to himself.

"Ah · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

The groaning leaks out gradually, as if the soul had escaped. This time, I killed a man with my own hands, not by the hands of others. Callie's mind is shaking sharply. It was then that something warmed itself.

"Well done. Now I have less to worry about. Callie did the right thing. They're the ones who tried to kill us first. You didn't do anything wrong."

The warmth that held him from behind was not so warm. Callie desperately embraces Jack as the child looks for his mother's milk.

"Hey, there. I-I didn't do anything bad, did I? Right? Y-yeah, this is natural, right?"

Jack patted Callie on the shoulder. Then I whispered in her ear.

"Sure, you're not bad at all."

Comforting Jack's mouth is crooked with joy.