The World of Masks

Jack was sitting on the roof of a house. Chewing fruits as hard as a fist in one hand, and the telescope in the other hand (of course, this is also one of the items taken from the organization.) and looked at one place. The target was, of course, the site of the organization.

"Hmm, it's completely stuck."

The fortress has been a pleasure. If you give the bullets to the gangbangers who are scouting the perimeter, they leap up like frogs being shot and run around looking for cover. When the roaches were infested in the old house, when I turned on the lights to cover the bathroom, all of a sudden, the roaches and the creatures that were running around were overlapped. There was so much horror and disgust that the roaches ran everywhere, but it was as much fun as watching a cheerful sitcom or a comedy movie that made them catch their belly button.

'That's why people hunt.' It was reassuring. Of course, Jack's current hunting performance has gone beyond bad.

I was enjoying myself in the middle of a hunt, so I was quite disappointed when I gave up on them going out and being thrown into the house.

'If it's stuck, you can pull it out.'

Are they stuck in a building when they find out they've taken something other than a gun? No, no matter how crazy he was, shooting his guns in the city, he couldn't have done more than that. He could have had an unreasonable and erratic belief.

'Then we won't.'

The ones who aren't themselves. I think it's best to reduce the risk in the city in the first place and take all that common sense away from the point of firing. Well, I'm not the one who loses. It was them.

Huff.

After pulling out the large cannon, you push the large cannon into the back. The cannon vibrates smoothly and informs you that the cannon is secured correctly. Jack picks up his porch and turns it into a building of tissue that looks far away.

"Let's just play with the fireworks."

Kuang.

The cannon that was holding you breathes fire.

* * *

Cliftis summoned all the members of the group within a day of Crifnaps giving him half the order. Not only those who spent their free time in the building, but those who didn't have to log out of the game if they didn't have to go out and face it once a day.

I clasp my chin together and stare at the creatures gathering in my room. They've been under a lot of stress lately because they haven't been able to go outside. I noticed that a lot of people who weren't very close to each other suddenly gathered in a small building and there were a lot of small clashes between them. Even if Krifnaf didn't scold me, I had to do something about it.

Clytis opens his mouth, looking at the guys standing in the room.

"You all know that shitty nobleman came and went yesterday."

You nod as if they know. Some laughed at the name "suck."

"I've been told to solve what's going on. You said you had to avoid the obvious at the same time. And there was concern that the weapon would continue to be exposed to others."

"Well, Chet, maybe he'll figure it out."

Where did such complaints come from? Clittis has not been stopped. While the members were complaining, he closed his eyes and said, "Unless the words are unacceptably harsh, they must be used to cause stress." That was also Clitis' idea. Of course, if Kriftav hears it, it's a long way to go, but he didn't listen, so it doesn't matter. It wasn't bad for them to go behind my back, it was bad for the guy who wasn't here.

"I see. It'd be great if he could fix it, but he wants to preserve his power just as much as it's his time. That's why we're moving. We need to catch that rat, even if it's not him. You don't want to spend the rest of your life locked up in this tiny building, do you?"

"Of course. The word 'came out. You want me to spend the rest of my life locked up? Of course, a Raider wouldn't follow them around for the rest of their lives unless they were players, but there was no guarantee that this raid would end quickly. If the assailant was an unimaginable poison, he could have been trapped in this building for at least a few years. In reality, computers, gaming machines, and many other toys can kill less stress, but what's there to play in this medieval background game? If that were the case, it would have been better to fold the game.

"Do you have a better idea?"

One of the members asked me. Clytis nods slightly.

"It can't be a good way, but there is a way to think about it. Do any of you have a contingency plan?"

Silence flowed into the room. The group shunned Clytis' gaze in fear of picking itself up and giving way. Without a mask, I could see my eyes rolling around in a hurry. I didn't expect it anyway. Unfortunately, there was no reason to be disappointed.

"Let's do it my way, then. First."

Kuaang!

"Ow!

"What, what!!"

"Is it an earthquake?"

The building was shaken with a loud bang. The group members who were focusing on what Critis said were embarrassed. The house made of wood was shaken as if it were falling down at once.

"Just get out!"

The group rushes out of the building on someone's word. If a building collapses while slowing down for no reason, it may be buried alive. Some members of the team are quite defensive, so some don't die from the collapse of the timber building, but they also make fun of their feet to get out of the building. No matter how confident he was, he didn't want to have the rare experience of being trapped in a building on his own.

Fortunately, all members of the organization, including Clitis, were able to evacuate before the building collapsed. I left the building without knowing when it would collapse, and when the solid ground touched my feet, I finally sighed for relief. Even thankful to the land that was confidently there as if everything could be sustained.

I was somewhat embarrassed, and no one looked around at me first. Since there's been an earthquake, I want to see if there are any buildings nearby that have been damaged.

You hear NPCs buzzing around you. It seemed like something had happened when they were pointing at each other. The group's gaze that had been looking around also naturally followed people's gaze.

What NPCs were looking at was a building right next to the building that the organization was using. Like the structure of the building, it was a picturesque wooden building consisting of two floors. I heard it was a building used by a combination. There was a big hole in the wall of such a building. The shattered, broken pieces of wood scatter across the ground.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Earthquake?"

It seemed like it. It was hard to believe that the wounds on the building were caused by an earthquake. Earthquakes piercing the walls of buildings in circles. I never heard of such an earthquake. Moreover, it was doubtful that only the building was destroyed.

A thorough face emerges from the smashed hole in the building. I felt like I lived in that building. He looked so white that he could clearly see it from afar. He turned his head around and looked around. He seemed very embarrassed.

'Fair enough.'

I dragged my tongue and looked at the hole in the building. Unless it was built like that in the first place, there must have been a hole in the building. Clittis scouts a cold hole.

Wait a minute. '

I felt very familiar with it. A hole in the wall of a building is like being hit by a cannonball.

"Everybody heads down!!!"

Clytis shouts in a hurry. At the same time.

Shhhhh!

Kuaang!

You hear something flying through the air, and the walls of the building collapse with a bang. The members hurriedly throw themselves to the ground. Luckily, the cannonball hit the second floor of the building, so there was no casualty. But I had to take all the pieces of wood that were dropping off excellently into my body. Some of them were quite large, and some of the members of the organization were injured.

Clittis is awake. You look at the direction the cannonball seems to have flown. You see a small ingot moving over the roof from a distance. His blood pressure rises and his anger rises. It was the player who had been harassing them all along. Clytis pulls his gun right out of the bracelet. I looked up at the roof with my eyes on the scope. But there was nothing there.

"Damn it!"

I kicked a piece of wood around my feet. The piece of wood flies across the air without a hitch, but its fury does not subside. I couldn't get away with this.

"I was trapped in the building, so I attacked the building!" '

I thought he was crazy because he was a gunslinger in the city, but he didn't even fire inside the city. I was sure he was even crazier than I thought. And their risk has also risen. I didn't know what a lunatic like me would do next. Obviously, the scariest guy in the fight was a lunatic.

"Is that him?"

Creed asks. I heard a sudden hiss, and it seemed like I was grinding my teeth until my very teeth were worn out.

"I think so."

"Damn it!"

You bashed the walls of the building hard.

Phew!

It was Creed who gave it a lot of strength, so it was easy to get a hole in the wall of a wooden building. I stopped trying to say what I was doing. There was a very large new window on the second floor anyway, so there was one more hole there anyway.

Other members of the organization are starting to get up. He was looking at the hole in the site in a daze, he was gazing at the sky in a daze, he was pulling pieces of wood out of his body, and he was punching air with his fists and getting angry, and so on. But there was one thing in common. Rage. A dreadful rage was raging against the one who was constantly tormenting them.

Clittis raises his hand. The gaze of the members gathered on Clitis.

"From now on · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Clittis pauses and bites his lip. And the white man looked at people with his eyes.

"The first thing to do is finish that damn cub. I will not tolerate rejection or crying. Somehow, I catch that son of a bitch and drink him up. No, I won't let you log out at all, so I'll end it in real life!!"

The blood-footed eye gives the order for a half-blackmail. It's a free-spirited organization with principles of self-defense, so no one would argue against it. No, rather, like Clytis, he thrashed his teeth and sent silent support. That's how furious the gang was.

Even though it had a big hole, there was still a basic skeleton, so I took the members to a standing firm site. And they talked all night. Discussed and made a plan. I forgot about fatigue a long time ago. I'm going to end him somehow. Oggies and poison tingle.

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