The World of Masks

There are two worms in the old hut. They were many different shapes from those known on the market, but they were definitely worms. I can't buy or speak. Screaming, screaming, not screaming. To Jack and Callie, it was definitely a bug.

"Don't you have to take the information out?"

Callie said, watching the two worms wriggle with disgusting eyes. Jack shakes his head lightly.

"You don't have to."

They were beginners, apparently. No matter how sudden the situation was, the short-term response was too low. Compared to the two I had before, I was sorry to them. It's as if they only carry gunpowder and are nothing compared to the previous ones. There's no way those guys know more than they do.

"Then why did you keep him alive?"

"I don't want any trouble."

Jack turns his head to look at Callie.

"How to finish the player completely in the game. You've heard of it, right?"

I had a memory that I heard. When I heard it for the first time, I also expressed my tongue that there was really nothing I could do.

"You want to end this in real life?"

"I guess that's convenient. It used to be hard for us to keep an eye on them for days, but not if they were around."

Jack picks his chin and points at the skeleton standing majestically next to the bugs. Someone who doesn't need to eat, sleep, or rest. No one better than that skeleton to keep the player from logging out.

"But you're cruel. Are you sure this is a murder?"

Callie said as if it were a bruise. The current course of action is murder. Killing a player in a game does not necessarily kill them in real life. No, as the cause of death is shock, there's a good chance he won't die. But it was not the current act. A cruel thing to do, to end a world, to end a life in reality, to dream. Even if it is bruised, it is never severe. However, the bruised callie was smiling strangely. Unlike what you say out of your mouth, it's like this is nothing.

Jack raises his jaw tightly. It was like laughing at someone.

"What are you talking about? Did I strangle them in real life? Did you stab him or shot him? Did you pour hydrochloric acid? Did you use violence? I didn't do anything wrong? You just died playing a game? The game is bad?"

Callie chuckles as Jack shudders.

"Where are your members of parliament? Or are you from the women's department?"

"Oh, that's offensive."

I raised my arm as if I was going to hit you with a really bad impression. Callie's like, "Yikes. 'I ran away with a small scream. Even when they were playing around like that, the two worms were staggering and dying in chains.

* * *

Just... just... Just... just...

There was a regular noise. It doesn't sound like an iron screech, and it's not loud enough to squeak like a loudspeaker, but I think I might have a neurotic episode because I've been listening to it for a few minutes. But I couldn't ask that person to stop making that noise now. The atmosphere was too bad.

"What about Fives?"

I've already asked you a few times. Even if you already know the answer, it means you are that nervous. I sigh and shake my head.

"I'm not here yet."

"Not Pig?"

"Likewise."

I continue to keep silent and tap the desk with my fingers. Stop it! 'I could barely bear to shoot and attach.

"Hey, Creed."

"What's up, boss?"

He answered with a grumbling voice. The boss didn't seem to care. I just continued to speak in a heavy voice.

"What do you think about this?"

Creed is submerged in heavy silence. The mask was covering his face completely, but I didn't know his lips would stay closed.

A few days ago, two members of the organization suddenly disappeared. The plan was right around the corner, so the boss was in complete control of his crew. The members had to show their bosses at least once a day that they were still in the city. So far nothing has happened. Though there were some who were a little late, they all shined their faces at a fixed point of time. But I haven't seen either of them for days. At first, I thought they were late. I was going to say something annoying because there are more and more of them. But they didn't come the next day. The day after that, the day after that. And it's been a week since they disappeared.

The boss urges Creed not to answer. Creed scratches his head and stops stuttering.

"Well, you can ignore the boss and leave town, or just completely forget about being hunted and shining your face."

But Creed knew it was less likely. They were novices. Into the charm of firearms. As long as the supply of firearms and ammunition is in the hands of the boss, they should all be well visible to the boss. Those novices were particularly severe. They were the ones who could even die if they told me to kill the boss. It was hard to think you'd ignored the boss.

"or · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Creed blurs. But the rear horse came from the boss' mouth.

"Something attacked me."

Creed clams his mouth shut. That's why the atmosphere of the organization sank down like this. Everything was going wrong with them.

It was better to just die. Even if a character dies, they will be resurrected in a sacred neutral city near this city as long as their real lives remain intact. At that time, we get information about those who attacked them and, if possible, we get revenge. Creed's death is so far away that it's hard to find a vendetta. Organizations are now active nearby. Many allies have tracking skills, so it is possible to reverse hunt the attackers, whether they are players, monsters, or predators.

But it was all about when they came back to life. So far, there's been no word from the Holy Neutral City, where all the members of the organization were resurrected. That means they either quit the game or died in real life.

The boss sighs. Plans are on the horizon, but there's more to worry about. A game that collects as many players as it can, but is otherwise difficult to see the players themselves, is a masked world. Twenty was all I had to say as an organizer. No, now that Vik's gone, it's 19. Among them, the number of two was quite large. By contrast, more than 10% of the power has flown away. They are novices, so if you look at their level, skills, stats, etc. they will be further away from there.

"A clue?"

"The guards saw us going out the East Gate, but the trail's been cold ever since. I've found a place where there seems to be a battle, but it's impossible to get anything from time to time."

Even if time had passed, the trackers would have wanted to find traces of Jack. Jack used the Dark Knight's skill to cover his tracks thoroughly. It made tracking difficult, but over time, it was no wonder that the followers of the organization were wrapped around their heads.

It was then.

Heave-ho.

"Boss!!"

Someone opens the door wide. Boss and Creed are on their feet. Normally, you'd try knocking, but now you've got news waiting. The boss asked with an excited voice.

"Did you find them?"

But the man who came in shook his head. I felt hopeless and exhausted. I sat on the chair reluctantly as I stood up. If you have a headache, put your finger on your forehead and say, "Knng."

"What is it, then?"

I felt empowered by my voice to see if I was disappointed. But soon, the boss had to wake up in horror.

"Bar, Vinny and Tita never came back!"

I was surrounded by a cool silence in the room.