The World of Masks

It was a new idea. I had thought about this game once before. But at that time, I didn't think about it this seriously. I was already "getting ready." I knew it was not a normal game and played it to satisfy my desires, knowing it was risky It didn't matter if the game was real or if the truly transcendent existence had made it fantastic. Releasing his own desires was more important.

But not now. I almost took out a soul I had never heard of. No, this was completely out of the 'angst' of authenticity. Shock comes from news, and company, wealth and slavery comes from old men like the devil. I was less surprised to be prepared. I also dismissed it as a trivial matter if I could continue to enjoy the game. However, it was completely unexpected for the soul to almost be ripped out, and unnatural memories to flow in. It was more dangerous and unexpected than what he had said. An unexpected and bizarre situation raises the boundary of the true to its maximum. In that state, it shouldn't be strange for this game to have a suspicious tail on its tail.

But even if you keep thinking like this, nothing will come out. Once there was no evidence or evidence, the answer was postponed. If I keep thinking about it, I won't get an answer. It was almost futile.

I got out of bed and picked up the phone next to me. I had a lot of missed calls. It was all to Eun-hee.

'Fair enough.'

After wearing a helmet, I suddenly screamed at the whale and ran mad at the villagers, swinging my sword like crazy, crying, snoring and drooling. Then I asked him to contact me next time and logged out. I thought it would be very embarrassing. I sent him a text that said 'I'll call you next time because it's okay' and threw him to bed. I went out to the kitchen and had a cool glass of cold water. I threw the cup in the sink and returned to my room. And I lay comfortably in bed, grabbed my phone and went online. I was stuck in the game for a while, so I had to look around at the world. Jin-seok who was on the internet suddenly stopped his hand.

I'm so calm, aren't I? '

When I was first killed, it took me a long time to get back to this state. The nightmare was basic and my body was in extreme decline. But this time, I felt like my condition was too easy. Of course, when the spirit was about to be plucked at first, it was a wild goose chase, but was the aftermath of that a recoverable damage? When I looked at my body, I was not that different from usual.

'When I think about it, I almost got my soul ripped out, but I was almost done figuring out what happened.'

I was angry, but it was only the villagers who were allowed to kill. At that time, he said, "You can't kill Callie. Do not damage the ruins. 'I was surprisingly making a rational decision. Do you think you can make that judgment with the extreme pain of being ripped out of your soul?

'Logging out didn't seem like an extreme aftermath.'

My head was complicated, and I had a sudden fever over a list of memories, but that was it. I can't say there were no aftereffects when it seemed like it was just before the soul was pulled out, but it was at least a little less than I thought.

Is it because of the intro? '

Stat that affects MP, reducing the chance of player being Shocked. But it can't be. He did not increase his int stats that much. I put it up moderately because of the death that might be there, but I didn't think it would react so gracefully.

'Maybe.'

I rolled my head quietly. Maybe it's not just memory that's transferred to you. Jinseok jumps down onto the bed and grabs the free-running connecting tool. I went back to bed and wore the device without hesitation. Soon, the ritual of authenticity flew into the game.

The surrounding landscape was not so different from when Jack himself logged out. Only the flame, which has yet to be extinguished, flows from the torch that is embedded in the cavity and the wall of the altar, pushing away the darkness around it. I looked around. I thought I was rolling around here somewhere because I dropped the bead of light I was holding while I was excited, but I couldn't see it. I thought Callie had it neatly packed. Jack picks up another bead of light from his bracelet. The surroundings are illuminated.

The first thing I saw was chopped meat lying in a sea of blood. It was already very excitedly packed, so it was already far from human form. The skeletons stand around it. I have been silently awaiting the next order from my master, as I have lost contact with Callie without any further orders. Dead bodies in a sea of blood and human bones standing around. When others saw it, they would scream and say, 'Let me live, walk,' but it was a common sight for Jack now. Before that, there was something I had to check.

Jack raises his status window. And I was horrified.

"W-what!"

The levels and stats had skyrocketed, and the nickname of the follower of the Demon King was changed to 'Dark Knight of the Demon Army'.

'Since the int has risen to this level, of course it must be buried in such a shock.'

To be precise, you should be able to overcome any great shock with that tremendous mental power.

There was a change in life force. His HP was still decreasing by one second, but his Max HP increased tremendously. His life expectancy seemed to last tens of thousands of years if he could fill the massive expansion of his maximum health. There was an enormous increase in vitality required to use Active Skills at once. A new EXP slot was created to increase consumable health next to the consumable HP level.

"Huh?

I asked myself a question. There was no other way to increase your original consumable health in the status window. Callie said it only appears after you have acquired an active skill. But Jin himself did not learn active skills. I gave up learning active skills because I suspected that my life force and the game might be linked. Then why did that EXP window appear?

There was only one projection at the moment.

Jack immediately opens the skill window.

'I see.'

It was glamorous. There were only a few of its skills that increased tremendously. With a level of skill and skill. I had anticipated it, but the smell of a spear-filling skill stunned Jack quite a bit. But it's not bad. No, strictly speaking, it was great. Given my embarrassment, I took a good look at the skills in the skill window one by one. There were skills that could be known by name, but there were many things that did not know what this skill name meant. However, it was not a big obstacle for Jack to have a dark knight's memory. Every time I saw a skill, it was quite enjoyable to think about it one by one.

After a thorough glimpse of the skill window, Jack turns off the skill window. I reached my goal of re-entering the game, but there was more I wanted to check out. Jack made his way to where he jumped out of excitement. You head for the secret chamber inside the altar.

The inside of the room was exactly as it had leapt out. A dagger lodged next to the throne, each piece of armor stacked in front of the hem. And a helmet a little farther from there. Jack picks up his helmet. At any rate, it was a decent helmet that would be too much for the Force. Jack looks at the helmet bitterly.

'Number two.'

He died a single time, carelessly. At that time, I was confident that I had driven out all the prey, and I was unable to stop the last move of the prey. Rats bite cats when cornered. However, considering the difference in power at that time, it was like the dying cat secretly poisoned the cat and killed all the rats who were close to confidence, not the tightened mouse. Since then, I thought vigilance was strictly precautionary.

'So far, so good.'

Calliara magnetically seized a good slave and killed two players handling gunpowder weapons. And we know where they are. I've also raised my level and stats quite a bit, and in the case of the slave Callie, I've mastered the dark magic of this game's most powerful magic, along with the magic of light. After that time, everything has literally worked out. Maybe that's why. There are gaps in the perimeter. In the old dungeon, I was relieved because there was no clear danger at the altar. It's also used by the Demon King's executive. Eventually, vigilance brought about an accident again. No matter how good the armor is, you should have doubted it first.

'I'm glad it worked out.'

However, there is no law that tells us to do so next time.

'There are no three times.'

One mistake. Twice failed. Three times is wrong. Jack had no intention of committing any more mistakes.

Jack tosses his helmet where his armor is stacked.

Tongue!

An annoying clash of iron echoes through the cavity. Jack slowly approaches the armor. Then I repaired the bracelet at once.

'I'll wash it later and wear it.'

I had no intention of wearing armor with the corpse crumbling. You recover your armor and approach the sword tucked next to the throne. Black as if he was greedily sucking out the light from the beads of light that Jack was holding. Jack grabs the handle. There is no more curse. The Dark Knight's memories are telling him. It was the soul of a dark knight that attacked Jack himself, not a special curse on the item itself. It wasn't that kind of items in the first place. The dark knight's soul was crushed by the mysterious power that helped him, so there was no longer any danger to him.

Ugh.

I pulled out my sword with all my strength. An impressive planken-shaped dagger with a wavy blade. An ordinary man could barely lift a pair of hands, but Jack handled them like a toothpick. I glanced at the Great Sword with my dazed eyes. It was a sword that seemed to be a sword that was emitting a jovial and slender energy, but its splendor was enough to take away a man's gaze. Jack swings his sword lightly.

Whoo-hoo!

The blade clears the air and makes you scream. I swing a few more times. He was ignorant of the sword, so he didn't know which one was good, but one was clear. The most comfortable sword I've ever swinged, and there was something that was breaking my heart with every swing. I felt instinctively that this sword would be a love sword that I would continue to use.