The World of Masks

"What is that?"

I spit it out in an annoying voice. A strange man, holding a black full body armor in his hands, is approaching them in a striking fashion. No matter how much I thought about it, it didn't seem like a good idea. I put my gun down from my shoulder right now. I removed the clip containing the bullet from the bracelet and loaded it into the gun. You place the bastards on your shoulders and wait for them to fire at any time. You can see the companion next to you pulling out an upgraded cannon for portable use. You still kick your tongue for a moment, saying it is still an ignorant weapon.

"Hey, you. What is he doing?"

I spoke aloud. It's a little distance, but it's far enough. It was at least enough to know that he spoke to him, even if his intentions weren't communicated correctly. However, the black armor does not respond. I didn't hear it, I ignored it, I didn't speed up, I didn't lower it, I just walked over my shoulder. I frowned deeply into the mask. The horse was ignored, but no one will be happy about it.

"Come closer and we'll attack! Stop right there!"

You don't say, "Come closer, and I'll shoot!" If that black suit was NPC, you wouldn't even know what you're holding. But the opponent still doesn't stop.

Bang!

A fireball bursts out of the gun and a fireball splashes from the feet of the black armor. The stone that was there was the size of a fist in pieces. Still, the black armor does not stop.

"· · · · · · · · · You wouldn't believe the armor he's wearing, would you?"

I shook my head and said it was ridiculous. With that outdated armor, you don't even need the rifle you're holding. Piercing medieval armor is only possible with a Matchlock. If that black armor is just about trusting in the defensive strength of his armor, you should kindly tell Tyler that you found the wrong number while laughing.

"You can't. '

Keep your eyes on the trigger and your finger on the trigger. I didn't really want to hunt Humans, but now he's asking for it. But I didn't intend to stop breathing right away. Once you've hit your legs, you'll lose maneuverability, you'll hit your arms, and then you'll come over and ask. Why did you do this? Then, if you don't like the answer, you can kill him. I pressed down on the index finger.

Taang!

A heavy recoil strikes the bullet. The bullet reaches the leg of the armor in the blink of an eye as it rumbles through the atmosphere.

Ting!

"Huh?"

The two men doubted the eyes. Just when the bullet was fired, they didn't worry at all. The bullet will easily destroy that dark black armor and scatter its legs. Red blood and white bone fragments will splatter and the muscles will be cut off. Then that armor can no longer walk. I will hold your legs in agony. I was sure of that. But they missed it perfectly. Instead of shattering his legs, the bullet flicks off without piercing his armor.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · What, that armor?"

A voice filled with embarrassment popped out. That's how embarrassing the men were. I pull the trigger again. This was a body, not a leg.

Ting!

But the results were the same. The bullet bounces off the ground. I couldn't even tie off the armor's feet. The armor still walks at that pace, and the men's faces harden.

"Damn it!"

Another man quickly picked up a gun in an unusual situation. Then you fire. The cannonball strikes out with a loud bang. No matter how hard the armor is, it won't stand a cannonball. I thought so. But then the armor moved.

Phew!

The men opened their eyes to the scene in front of their eyes. It doesn't look masked, but its jaw is wide open. Surprisingly, the armor whips a flying cannonball with its sword. The cannonball twists and misses sideways due to its powerful power being struck from the side.

Fight!

Immediately, the armor speeds up. The two men were embarrassed and said, "Ugh." I had no choice. They were the latest in the organization, and they were the youngest, and they had neither combat experience nor outstanding skills. Since they had been hunting entirely reliant on firearms so far, they had no choice but to panic about the situation where the firearms didn't work. The ballistic armor and cannonballs that hit them have put their souls to rest. The impending speed of armor was also too fast. Even though it was about 100 meters away, it really came at them very quickly. I was preparing for my next attack on Buryburia, but my armor was much faster.

Screaming.

It was unrealistic. He had always been there from birth, believing he would never fall to his death, and his arms were flying in the air. At first, I was just dazed. I didn't even know what was going on. However, the time until realization was surprisingly short.

"Ah, ahhhh!!!!"

Seeing his arms and blood scattering through the air, it was only a few moments before extreme pain struck him. I was holding the gun, threw it all away, and sat down with the cut. Despite desperately blocking the site of the cut, blood splattered like fountains between the fingers. My heart was racing. Because of the shock and fear that one of the limbs was cut off, the brain ordered a rapid change in the elongation heart rate, which caused the unfortunate blood circulation to escape faster.

Phew!

As the pain races through my brain, I'm shocked again. I felt extreme pain on my face as the stars flashed. I could hear the ominous sound of the 'wooden' street. The man falls back screaming.

The armor that crippled one turned his gaze toward the other. The man had to put the cannon back on the ground and held the gun to the ground. The more I looked at them, the more they looked like the two guys I had hunted before. Perhaps this organization was in the same style of combat in the first place, in pairs.

The pistol was clearly aiming at itself, but the armor, Jack, was not afraid. The armor that couldn't even pierce the rifle was funny. If this coward is the one shaking his hands. Jack swings his sword without hesitation. His arm falls to the ground with a pistol in it. He stares at the whale as if he couldn't believe his fallen arm for a moment. It was a complaint. It was noisy. I was annoyed, so I acted. I lifted my foot and kicked his mouth. White teeth splash into the air. He's down.

Jack punches them in the back of the head. It wasn't killing, it was just knocking him out. It was not difficult because we experimented a lot with NPCs on how much force a human must be knocked unconscious. It was also because his arms fell off and his menthol was shaking violently.

Between the two men who fainted in blood, Jack looks at his hands. I felt exhilarated. I felt stronger, I felt I had a good item, but this was more than I expected. We don't need to be afraid of those guys with guns anymore. It was possible to attack the site alone and slaughter them all. But soon, Jack shakes his head. There may be more powerful firearms, or something unexpected may happen. I didn't have to take the risk.

Jack stomps to the ground. Soon, a faint vibration rises beneath your feet. He smiles. His insurance is well followed on the ground. If he was in danger while dealing with these guys, he would have jumped right out and taken their throats. That's why this reckless frontal battle was possible. Jack puts them on his shoulders. And I started running at a rapid pace somewhere.

* * *

"Ugh."

The man came to his senses. You narrow your eyes and turn your head back and forth as if your brain hadn't fully awakened. The focus hasn't returned yet. I could not see the surroundings, but I could see that the place where I was lying was very hard and uncomfortable. The man tried to get up. I tried to move to grab the floor with both hands.

"Huh?

I didn't feel anything. It's not that there are no floors. There was nothing more fundamental than feeling the feel of the floor. I opened my eyes. And he looked down at his arm.

"Ugh, ughhhh!"

Screams. Screams of loss and despair. No, I haven't had my arms free since I was born. I felt my legs twitching in surprise. But it also felt strange. My heart sank. I hurriedly turned my eyes. There were no legs that made him stand firm in this world. From then on, the man almost went into a panic. You scream. Your vocal chords burst with horror. But I soon felt something else. There was always no sense of muscle mass needed to speak, whether he was showing off his presence in his mouth.

"Ugh, ughh, ughh!"

The horse is silent. No, you're probably right about missing the institution that's important for pronunciation. Suddenly, his tongue disappeared. There was only a small space in the mouth.

I lost my limbs and tongue. The man looked around with his fearful eyes. It was a strange place. It was like a little cabin house. The man tried to move his body. However, all I could hear was the groaning, but my body didn't move. The man's body is tied to a chain. I turned my head and looked around. You see your companion. But it was not a relief. Even his comrades who were still unconscious were tied up with limbs like his own. Probably had their tongues cut off, too. The man empowered his head with emptiness.

Puck.

My head landed softly. I turned my head to a completely different feeling. I wanted to be tied up on a hard wooden plain, but I had a soft cushion on my head for some reason. The cushion is full of duck feathers.

But the guy didn't feel good at all. What kind of crazy person feels good about having a nice cushion on their head in this situation? The man was negative.

As I stared at the ceiling in despair, I suddenly had an idea. It was hope. A beam of light from the snare of hell. The man completely forgot that this was a game. At the same time, I felt deep relief. I really thought I had to live my whole life with my limbs and tongues cut off, but I was fortunate. First, the guy tried to log out. I was trying to calm my heart first and understand the situation. But...

You were not logged out.

The man twists in shock. The chain, however, holds the man steady on the ground and presses him still.

Why can't I log out?

While I was rolling my head desperately, something I hadn't seen before came into the man's eyes. A skeleton with a black bone is pointing a knife at it. It seemed like an ornament at one point, but the searing naturalization in the skull's eyes denied the man's idea. Unable to log out due to combat conditions. The man clearly understands the situation and is desperate.