The World of Masks

It was an incredible sight. A vast army stands on your plains. It was not a human army. A bunch of skeletal strikes and all kinds of infernal magic coming true. An army of undead and monsters. He was standing in line with the heat like a human, and suddenly he looked very heavy and intense. If their enemies saw it, they would be stunned, blinking their eyes.

There is another group beside the undead and the monsters. I look familiar with him holding his cane, wearing a black robe together. kneeling on their knees, praising God. They were the Demon King's followers. They were less numerous than the undead and monsters, but they were also less numerous.

The army was not just on the ground. A large number of flying undead and monsters blend with the clouds as if they were blocking the sunlight that was pouring down. Their flying nature did not mean that they could not stand in line with the heat like an army on the ground, but that their magnification did not diminish at all. Their howl, once and for all, shakes the soul.

An army standing on the ground is looking at a point. In front of them, there was an elevated platform. A seemingly flaming torch is plugged into each compartment of stairs that can climb to the top of the altar. Odd decorations were embedded everywhere, and the entire black surface seemed to be covering the surroundings with black darkness, even though the sun was shining on a warm day.

In the highest part of Dan, there was a great throne. The throne that Jack saw in the Demon King's Dungeon was as glamorous as it was hard to argue that it was just a simple chair. The throne was large enough for two large men to sit on. Between such thrones, two young men stood as escorts.

The man standing to the left in the army's view is wearing a dark robe. In the black robe, which is full of luxury, symbols made of red were beautifully embroidered. I can't see his face. Between the hood that covers your face, at least your mouth should be somewhat visible. The inside of the hood is completely dark. It seemed as if there was no face.

He holds a staff in his hand. It was a large cane that appeared to be at least 1m 80cm. The look on the staff was horrible. The bones of every part of the human body were long, as if they were made of human bones one by one. Red blood vessels and red muscles were attached to the surface of the bones like an ornament. The red flutter seemed to be alive. On the top of the staff was a human skull. That wasn't the only one. Skeletons hang in expressions as if they were reminded of bananas. Carrying it around in real life, it seemed like the police were coming after you with guns. The robed man's figure is a little small, so a large cane doesn't look like much. However, there was only one person who could identify him. If others had said such things, they would have been resurrected as His slaves and suffered forever after becoming blood loaves.

Those who stood on the other side of the robed man with the throne between them knew Jack well. A person standing on the ground in dark armor with a black sword. A dark knight who tried to take over his body. The dark knight looked different because he was relatively small compared to a robed figure. Looking down at the troops, shining red eyes through the helmet, I felt like I was looking into the incarnation of a terrifying demon.

And on the most important throne. There sits a small old man. Full of unclean back and dark mushrooms. The wrinkled lines seemed to show a real sense of time. You hold a staff in your hand, but the staff is different from the staff of a robed man. Auxiliary devices that are literally used when you can't walk normally. It was a staff faithful to its original purpose.

I could see the slightest detail of the old man sitting on the big throne. In a way, it seemed silly. However, no one gathered here dared smile. No, I couldn't resist. All the undead and monsters in the Robes, the Dark Knights, and the plains were all part of the old man's aquarium. Rather, the man in robes, the two elderly executives, or the dark knight, was incredibly nervous. It was as if their lives were nothing but the eyes of the old man.

Seeing monsters gathered in an orderly fashion, like the armies of a country going to war, the old man's hands went up empty-handed. And I snapped my fingers. The hands of a powerless old man. It was a slender hand gesture that could be approached to help with a smile if a kind person saw it. But the result of that hand gesture was tremendous.

Woooooooooo!!!!!

The whole army is screaming. As if to raise the morale, the entire plains resounded with shouting as if to bless themselves for going to war. Meanwhile, the two executives took a step forward. Then he gestured to the army. Then the whole army circled back at once. It was a theft no matter how skilled the soldier was, he could never act. The next signal hits those who are waiting. The army leaves the ground without hesitation.

Bang!

The first steps of the army ring simultaneously. Thousands, tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of troops roared like an earthquake across the plains with the sound of their rolling feet. If this were a mountain, it would have happened dozens more times. The army slowly begins to move. It looks like a violent wave rolls over the Black Sea.

Bang, bang! Bang!

The waves of the troops slowly shook their feet, causing them to even feel fear beyond their magnificence. An army marching for war, an elderly man and two executives who mistakenly look at them. With that in mind, the field of view was full.

I opened my eyes to the truth. The familiar ceiling shines with a glance. I slowly got up.

Is it a dream?

On my head, I just remembered what I saw. An overwhelmingly sized army assembled on your plains. The spectacular and large-scale scenery was too vivid for a dream.

'Maybe it's the memory.'

A dark knight's memory that came into his head. I thought I saw a fragment of that memory as a dream. If we looked carefully at the new memories, there was definitely such a memory. Jinsuk sighed. Then I looked at the connectivity tools of the world of masks that were rolling next to the bed.

'I thought it wasn't just a game, but · · · · · · · · · · ·.'

In the early days of virtual reality, a game that creates perfect virtual reality can't just be an ordinary game. There, the game was more than just a game at a time when the ability of the game character could be used equally in real life. I knew that. But what is happening to him now is completely unexpected. You can see the NPC's memory has flowed from the boss class.

'And I almost got my body taken away from me.'

Perhaps the most horrifying memory that Jinsuk has ever lived. It could have been that he thought he was exaggerating. If not, this is a cranky game. It may have made you look plausible by inflicting pain on yourself as if you were stealing your body. However, Jinsuk shakes his head decisively. It was a feeling that could not simply be expressed as suffering in that way. It feels like he's pulling his roots from the ground. It was the sensation of a soul extraction.

What kind of game is this? '

It was a lasting thought. An NPC is trying to extract a player's soul. In a way, it was more than just shock.

'What was the strength that helped me then?'

At that time, he almost lost his body. Even though he was confident in his mental strength, the overwhelming power that had affected him was out of specification. Like an excavator that uproots a tree, its power was almost successful in uprooting its soul. Suddenly, I had the strength to help myself. With the help of that power, he was only able to be freed from it. Although it was a very thankful force for the first time, the power to help oneself was also a target of vigilance because he did not know the identity.

'Then I said the voice was the manager.'

It was a name I had never heard before. If you just listen to the name, what is it that manages? What is it that manages?

'It's probably best to think of yourself as the person who manages the game, but · · · · · · · ·.'

But this was also unclear, unless there was much evidence. I thought about it and scratched my head roughly.

Everything from the identity of the game was a mystery. It's definitely not a simple game. But I had no idea what the game was or what it was made for.

Until now, I vaguely thought that transcendent beings such as demons were real virtual reality games created for something. But when I think about it, maybe it wasn't. It could be a virtual reality of being that feeds on human energy, like the movie "Matrix." Or maybe there is no virtual reality and just manipulating and matching people's memories to make them think they're playing in virtual reality. I didn't even know if I was playing there by connecting other dimensions. The possibilities were overwhelming. What you're going through right now is not real, fantasy. Nothing surprises me if anything happens.

Then what is it about?

It could be to conquer the world, to draw energy from humans, or to create simple chaos.

I almost got my soul ripped out. '

It is the same. Because it's the real reality of another world, it could have been caught by the wretched man in that world. If it's virtual reality, it could be a bug in something.

'There's just one thing I don't know.'

There is no evidence to support any hypothesis. All he knew now was that the worst thing he faced while playing this game could be more than death.