The World of Masks

"Master!!"

Callie jumps into her arms. Regardless of the application of the ordinary person, he jumped so hard that he was afraid to look back, but Jack accepted him. I didn't even break my back. I was envious in many ways.

Callie's big chest touches Jack's hard chest. Feeling the elasticity of natural rubber and the softness of the marshmallow at the same time, Jack placed his hand on Callie's head. I stroked it hard.

"Were you worried?"

"Yes, I was very worried!"

Clear eyes stare back at you, tearing off your mask. A clear drop of water flashed through the tail of Callie's eyes, creating a frowny face. I smiled, stealing Callie's tears with my hands.

"Don't worry. I'm fine. It's a consolation call."

Jack started explaining to Callie, one by one, what he was going through. Callie was a good audience. When he saw Jack in crisis, he clenched his fist and raised his nervous expression. When the crisis was resolved, he made a relaxing expression of relief, and when he heard that Jack had gained tremendous power, he was as happy as he had gained. Jack felt good about seeing Callie as a slave. Callie didn't even know she had to be loved.

"Then you've become incredibly strong!"

A new voice praises the progress of the owner. The way he looked at himself holding his hands tightly, like a child looking at his parents, the way a believer looked at God.

"Yes, I almost died."

"That's good."

A deep sigh of relief. It was fun because the expression was engraved with a deep relief that was so easy to recognize.

"But what was that power that helped you back then?"

"Well · · · · · · · · · ·."

Jack had no choice but to ask for an answer. It was really a sudden act of strength that helped me.

'Then the voice was blaming the manager · · · · · · · ·.'

At that time, the voice that tried to take over his body was a dark knight. Perhaps the Dark Knight was trying to figure out what the power that helped him was. Jack stutters his memory. As long as you inherit the Dark Knight's memories, you'll be able to find out that the Dark Knight is the manager who shouted. Jack's expression, which had been searching for a long time, hardened for a moment.

"· · · · · Owner?"

Callie stops talking and looks at Jack, who is in a tight spot next to him. The look on Jack's face was changed in an instant, whether he was delighted with the new power or smiling slightly at Callie's chatter.

'· · · · · · · · · · · No?'

Jack is embarrassed. There is no memory of the manager. The knowledge of its existence was completely erased, as if it had been erased from something, rather than unknown from the beginning. He was saying that he knew that the Dark Knight's memory was clearly his manager. So what the hell is going on here? There are two things you can think about right now.

'Either my memory was erased when I inherited it, or the power that helped me.'

Given the Dark Knight's remark, it is likely that the power that helped him is the power of the manager. Then there was a good chance that the power would erase all memory of itself from Jack's memory.

'Manager, manager · · · · · · ·.'

I recalled the three letters "manager." As long as you are beginning to have doubts about the game in earnest, you should not miss any small clues. First, Jack put the three letters "manager" into his mind.

I got out of my mind and saw Callie beside me. I was restless. I wanted to ask what happened because I was worried about the serious expression of my master, but I couldn't interfere with his reflection, so I couldn't do this or that.

I tapped my shoulder. I smiled at Callie, who was furious. Seeing Jack's face unfolding, relief seeps into Callie's face.

"Is something serious?"

The owner seems to be feeling relieved, but I asked him, noticing him a little because he can still touch the plant. Jack said as if it were nothing.

"It's nothing serious. I'm missing something I need to remember from the transition. Maybe I should look it up."

Jack concludes, looking around. I saw the villagers floating in a pool of blood as they were completely on their side. No, no, no, no. It's a pile of dust. No matter how powerful you are, you won't be able to see the human life at all, but you can still see it. Jack picks out the beads of life from the bracelet and brings them to the corpse. The remaining flesh quickly withers, and the blood pool that was getting dry begins to absorb into the beads. It didn't take long for Jack to fully absorb all his life force. Only mangled meat and dark-pressed blood have proven the scene of a brutal murder here.

"Then, shall we do the next job?"

Jack said cheerfully. I felt so good that I unconsciously raised my voice. Some things were in jeopardy, but he eventually gained enormous power and memory. Obviously, it was a huge advantage.

"Have you decided what to do next?"

"I told you before, right? I saw something in this dungeon that might boost our power and thought about it. Now that the power's so high, of course we should do it."

Jack smiles and says.

"Those sons of bitches who used gunpowder weapons on us. Let's blow up the guild!"

There are many prey in the city ahead of you. This side is not ready, if the power runs, I can't help it, but I have to be ready and the power is very high. It was challenging enough.

Jack makes a good move. I was thinking of heading to the city after the dungeon. As I went along, I had to prepare for a very perfect victory. Callie follows the fast paced jack to the end of the walk, followed by the skeletons. The skeletons move faster than Jack and Callie, leaving them surrounded. It was a basic escort form.

Follow the path you came in and out. When they came, a group of humans came, including Jack and Callie, but only Jack and Callie left. The rest of us had to lay down their fragile bodies in the dungeon.

"Yes, my lord."

Callie walks next to you.

"Are we going to be okay on our own?"

You hear a slightly disturbed voice. Jack was well aware of the power he had gained this time. I saw the status window, and I felt it directly inside my body. But Callie only heard from Jack. That doesn't mean Callie's worried about her well-being. Callie's number one concern was Jack's safety.

"It's okay. We'll take the first step against the separated ones." I wasn't overdoing it the first time. And my abilities have increased tremendously more than you can imagine. "

I engraved in my bones that I am no longer careless. Jack's confidence is overwhelming right now, but his current abilities are well deserved. If the enemy is much more powerful than Jack's expectations, he has every reason to flee.

"Moreover · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Exactly!

Jack flicks his fingers lightly. It was not only the ability to rise that was reliable.

Duck! Duck!

The walls of the walkway were shaking, and the dirt and rocks began to fall. Callie opened her eyes and looked at the scene.

It's moving. Skeletons that you thought were just decorated or broken guardians embedded in the walls of the passageway into the dungeon are moving. Remove the hands and feet from the firmly planted wall and immediately pull the body and face out. The dust on the skeleton's surface splashes into the air as a whole. Skeletons slowly raise themselves up, as if they had returned from the grave on the last day of the world. Unlike the skeletons of the white Callie, these skeletons had dark black bones. He held a sharp weapon in his hand and stood up straight against the wall like an army of blind men in front of the Most High.

It was spectacular. The sight of the large number of skeletons embedded in the walls of the passageway on either side was that of the elite soldiers who welcomed the king's march. Callie was amazed at them.

"What are these?"

Callie speaks, poking skeletons standing side by side, facing each other's shoulders.

"A guardian of this dungeon."

"Weren't we all so impatient when we came in?"

When they passed, they remembered a memory that they did not budge from. A guardian who just lets an intruder go is like a statue.

"Because I was there. To be precise, I had a bead of life that sucked the life out of humans. And because I have the title of a follower of the Demon King."

According to the Dark Knight's memory, the bead of life that draws human life was a symbol of authority in the Demon King's army. Only the Demon King and two executives have this orb. Of course, it was a much higher grade bead than Jack had.

No Guardian is made to pull a sword on the Demon King and his two executives. It was no exception to those who had the Orb of Life, a symbol of authority. The skeletons that Jack and his group saw in the former Demon King's dungeon were clearly functioning. It's only because of Jack's bead of life that he hasn't moved. This dungeon was clearer. There was no reason for skeletons to attack Jack and his group since Jack himself had the sign of the Bead of Life and the title of a follower of the Demon King.

Callie heard Jack say, "Heh. 'I looked at the elongated skeleton. It seemed to compare with its own skeleton.

"Since you've become a Dark Knight, have you come to control your master?"

"That's right."

"So is this strong?"

In Callie's question, Jack smiles in relief. Strong? Strong? These skeletons were made by the mage executives among the Demon King's two executives to protect this place. Its performance is unmatched. Jack smiles wickedly.

"Check back later when you're fighting them."

Then he started walking back out. After that, Callie and Callie's skeleton followed, and within a few decades, a true Legion of Demon Kings began marching slowly along their new master.