The World of Masks

There is a clear fountain in the middle of the forest with large trees lined up. The rabbit who came to do the washing was so clean that it reminded me of the fluctuation that it just drank water and went away. The spring without a puncture on the surface was clean enough to penetrate all the light to make it shine all the way to the bottom of the water.

Splash!

Jack picks up a piece of armor, puts it in the spring and stirs it around. The dust and bone dust that remained fell from my armor and became rich. The clear water gradually changed. If the environmental groups saw it, they would hold back and flag it. Jack raises his armor and looks around. A clear stream of water flows down to the surface of the dull silent armor. The sunlight just came down, scattering and sparkling because of the moisture on the armor's surface. Jack nods. It was clean this far.

'The armor should not be washed with water, but · · · · · · · · · ·.'

This one was special. This armor was the finest item of all, as was the Dark Knight's Hut, one of the Demon King's two executives.

The Dark Knight was fatally injured in battle and died. An enormous magical attack broke your armor and struck your whole body with a sword and arrow in a daring Alliance assault. The armor guarding the owner is perfectly intact. The damage to the armor was enormous at the time. However, the armor in Jack's hands was emphasizing his own rigidity in its full form.

Self-recovery.

It was the power of this armor.

'Most of them are quite degraded, but it shouldn't be a problem to write them now.'

Dark Armor was a growing armor. Absorb Human Life to make it stronger, stronger Magic Resistance, and apply various buffs to its owner. But now I have not been able to use that ability. It was because I used up all my strength to recover my armor. At that time, the armor was heavy.

'Even though it's good the way it is now.'

The current performance was better than the armor Jack had seen so far. Several additives were eliminated, but they were solid once. The most important thing about armor is its defensive strength. In that regard, this armor was satisfied.

'It's growth. You just slow it down.'

After roughly washing his armor, Jack stretched his armor out between the trees where the sun was coming in. The intense sunshine and cool breeze will remove all the moisture from your armor. After washing the armor, Jack pulls out his sword this time. A sharp, dark dagger with a rippled blade. Jack swings his sword around. A tree with a thick column enters the blade's trajectory.

Screaming.

The sword smoothly passes through the base of the tree, as if it were cutting through the tofu. The tree that passed by the sword slid its way to the side as it was cut.

Bang!

I bumped into the surrounding tree and hit the ground. The sound is loud, as the size of the tree. But Jack doesn't care about that. He admires the sword.

'I didn't feel much.'

One beauty cut off the bottom of the tree, but it cut down smoothly as if nothing could catch it. It was truly unimaginable sharpness. Moreover, this wasn't all the sword had.

Jack puts his hand on the sword. Where grip meets blade. It was decorated with a sword.

Click.

A circular jewel was pulled from the center of the sword. Surprisingly, there was a hidden space or a circular ornament opened outside.

Excellent.

Something falls from the open space. Suddenly, it seemed to be a remnant of a broken glass ornament. Jack digs through the debris with his feet. I was buried in the ground because of the weight, or crumbled with the sound of 'popping'. It didn't seem worth it to anyone. Jack kicks his tongue.

'What a pity. A bead of life that absorbs human life just flew away.'

The glass itself was a bead of life. It was also not a regular life sphere, but a sphere that sucked human life, the same kind that Jack had. And this was the bead of life that the Dark Knight, one of the Demon King's two executives, possessed. This orb was also not healthy in the war. This bead, once an absolute identity within the Demon King's army, is now a worthless piece of glass lying around the ground. Jack picks up all the glass and puts it in his bracelet. Once it was related to the Demon King, it was better not to let him wander around the world carelessly. Even a piece of garbage that can't be broken down and used anymore.

Jack pulls out a bead of life from the bracelet. Jack was the first to absorb human life. Jack lightly plugs the bead into an empty space on the sword's decoration.

Huff.

The sword vibrates lightly. It was a small base that began to move again in a few decades. A little red energy rises from underneath the blade. A thin red line rises up, covering the dark surface like a spider web. A sword that only used to be a sword gradually changed. The red lines immediately covered the entire surface. It appears to be engraved with colorful symbols of red stripes on the black sword surface. The lines pulsed like blood vessels. It looked dangerous and dark with a subtle red glow, but it was more beautiful.

Click.

Jack re-covered the circular decorative lid. The orb of life is buried in the center of the sword's decoration. Jack grabbed a picture of the sword. I felt a strong pulse. But it wasn't very strong.

'Maybe it's because it's too low.'

I had to quickly upgrade the grade of the Bead of Life. The higher the grade of the orb, the higher the Attack Power of this sword will increase. A sword that has been cut down like a tree with a beautiful thickness, even when the bead of life has not been smashed or the power of the sword has not increased. It was unknown how high the attack power would be if the bead got to the top.

Jack tucks his sword into his bracelet and lays on the back of the tree as a pillow. I looked up at the sky with a soft blanket of green grass and a blanket covering the blue leaves above. The warm sunshine tickled my cheeks. We'll have to wait a little while until the armor is dry anyway. Jack lies idly in the grass for a while.

Bang!

In the Middle Ages, a sound that could never be sounded resounded in the open plains. A bird that was flying over the sky began to fall to the ground. A bird falls down the middle of the plain, sprinkling blood from its neck.

Phew.

Blow it in the gun. It was like a cowboy thing in a Western movie. He beautifully said his rifle to the man on his back.

"Well, that's good enough!"

It was engraved with the feeling that another man's face was pathetic, like a little boy holding a compliment.

"It's no big deal. He's a moron who can't even get his skills up to that level with support. And I told you not to waste your bullets."

Basically, all the guns and bullets that the organization supports are paid for. Of course, even when you're a beginner, it's not free, even when you're completely penniless. The guns and ammunition backed up then remain in debt. But it was never a bad deal. If you have a gun, you can catch much more powerful monsters or do it much easier when you're on a quest. It's quick to earn money and increase your stats. It was good enough for the organization. If players rely on guns, they have a higher reliance on the only organization capable of supplying ammunition. Ammo can be sold as a bullet and can exert powerful influence on players. That was the way the tissue has been maintained so far.

"Well, let me see. I don't want to be bored sitting around holding onto all this junk."

Reload the gun and pull the trigger towards the other bird. The sound of gunfire echoes and the bird is destined to be just like the bird that crashed in front of it.

"It's okay to be this stressful."

On the man's words, another man picked up his forehead. There were a lot of frustrated Humans who said the boss had summoned all the members of the organization. The organization's plan was literally a big hit. That's why the members listened to the struggle. However, the boredom did not go away. I didn't exactly get what I deserved. A quest you can get in the city where the organization is the Node is based is nothing more than making money. So far, there has been growing complaints from members of the organization who have used the benefits of guns to gain wealth. I didn't want to access the game until the plan started, but I had to access it once a day because I didn't know when the plan would start. Eventually, there's a man running around like him, a stress reliever. Fortunately, he was very quiet compared to the stress relief of the others. He was annoyed, and he didn't do any damage to the tissue anyway, so he just let it go. Last but not least, he was responsible for the cost of the bullets.

I gave up drying and turned my head elsewhere.

"Huh?"

A young man was spotted in the mountain's eyes. Wearing dark armor, the person holding the black sword with the red lines embroidered like a spider web slowly approaches them.