The World of Masks

The hut was saturated. Although it wasn't a very big hut in the first place, it was filled with people like a pile of beanstalks. It was like seeing slave ships carrying slaves through the old Atlantic Ocean. The black skeletons stand beside them, marching in line. Like slavers watching over slaves, they looked at those who were frozen and dense.

They looked like they were sleeping comfortably, but their shapes didn't seem at all comfortable.

All the limbs were cut off.

The shape consists only of the head and the trunk. As long as it is not a special case, it cannot be that form from the time a person is born. The wound did not bleed out at the amputation site to determine if it was treated. I didn't feel pain either. But it looked old enough to stabilize the wound, and it wasn't. The clothes they were wearing had no bloodshed everywhere. In particular, the clothing area with the cutting edges was covered in blood and red. It was like dyeing clothes with blood as dye.

You hear Asran from somewhere on the wind. It was not an ordinary sound. It was like a prisoner in hell suffering from melting flesh in sulfur and flames and turning bones into dust.

"Shhhhh!"

Shot through the stab wound! And there was blood. It was fun to see the bloodstream rising from the heartbeat became stronger and weaker. Stab the side again. The hard muscles are torn and the soft intestines are touched by the blade. The point is to bit the knife slightly here. Scream is subtly different depending on how you touch it. It feels like I'm conducting a symphony.

"I'll tell you what, say it! Ugh!!!"

I quickly shut him up.

No, no, no. Get a sense of the atmosphere. You have to endure it. You have to endure it. As loyal as the Dynasty, we must bear the burden of a deprived Independent fighter. People hate a guy who opens his mouth easily? Plus...

"I'm no fun."

"Ahhhh!!"

That was the big reason. Disassemble to near lying level, then treat with potions. However, the complaint remained.

'I'm not happy because I can't kill you.'

I chewed the meat hard and chewed all the flavor and aroma until I could suck it all the way to the juice, but at the end, I felt like I couldn't pass it to my neck and spit it again. The nobles of old Rome only chewed the flesh and spit it out, but Jack did not understand it at all. I didn't think I could do that no matter how much money I had.

I couldn't kill him, so I had to torture him enough not to die, but it was very difficult. The expensive potion was literally pouring in. It was an act of pouring all the gold, but somehow, it was in the bracelets that were stolen from them. It wasn't mine anyway.

After a few minutes of torture, I lost interest in him. The wounds were all healed except for the limbs that were cut off, but they were still frowning and trembling in pain. The last time I couldn't kill myself, I cut off my tongue and threw it in one place. Now, if you let us eat only food and water so that we don't die in this game, we will die in reality.

You dip your hand in the water in the bucket next to you. Red blood quickly expanded into clear, clear water.

'Once we get the information we need.'

It wasn't very important information. The information he knew was no different from what Creed had told him. But there was only one thing that was crucially different.

"Callie."

Callie, who manipulated the skeletons next to her, snatches the tortured one apart.

"Bring in the skeleton-like masked one of the guys you caught."

"Yes."

At Jack's command, Callie sprints to follow orders swiftly. Jack washes his hands and picks up the dagger he left by his side. The blood drips down on a bloody day. The sword is placed in the bucket's water. Otherwise, the red water mixed with blood turned very pale. The original day was revealed as the blood washed away. A shortsword with a lot of rust. He had been with Jack since the beginning of the game, and in a certain sense was Jack's true love. I carefully wiped the blade of the shortsword. There was a buzz in the background. Callie drags Clittis, the Skeleton Mask Player. Jack points his finger at the red chair in front of him. Soon Clytis is firmly tied to a chair.

"I heard you're the boss of the organization."

Clittis is speechless. Jack smiles in relief. It's not the Jack I've tortured and tortured. I expected a reaction like this. Jack turns his short sword around in front of his eyes, looking carefully at it. It seemed like he was thinking, 'How can I use this to torture him well?'

"I need to hear something from you."

"I have nothing to say."

Squeeze your teeth together and chew out a single character. It was the voice of the poisonous little clientele, but Jack was only petty.

"No, you should listen. So I ask you, where do you manufacture firearms?"

Clitis gives no answer. But Jack continued to talk on his own.

"I asked your man a question. He was very willing to cooperate. Well, it took a little work. He said you're the only one who knows anything about firearms."

Clytis closes his eyes. But I still didn't have the heart to say it.

Jack smiles inside.

"How long will it take for you to open your mouth?"

Shortsword aims at Clitis. Then I whispered in a small voice.

"Please bear with me for long."

I put in a shortcode without hesitation.

* * *

"Phew."

I sigh and extend my arms. I squeezed my whole body like a muscle.

"Are you done?"

Callie sticks her head out and says, Jack nods.

"Yeah, leave him there, too."

Callie brings the skeletons to Jack's side. Clytis, tied to a chair, bows and frowns. Breathing up and down his chest shows that he's still alive. Callie gives the order, looking at the skeletons. The skeletons loosen the chain of familiarity and grabbed Clytes' hair waxy. When I used to carry people around, I used to carry my arms around on both sides like a cop engaging a criminal, but this time I couldn't do it. How do you carry an arm around with a severed limb? The skeletons grabbed his hair and dragged him back to the hut. Callie follows behind. Perhaps Clytis will be tied up tightly somewhere like the rest of the bugs in his hut, just waiting for the day of his death.

Jack sits at the base of the tree in the courtyard. The owner of this hut used to chop firewood, and it was used as a substitute for a chair.

Jack considers the information he just heard. Surprisingly, it was farther from where he said the weapons workshop was. I even used the jewels from the contract to see if they were real, so I wouldn't have lied.

Jack looks at the hut. Inside, I heard an elongated moaning. Dozens of worms whimpered and cried. Callie comes out of the hut, grabbing her hand. Jack gets up from under the tree. And as if nothing had happened, he cheerfully said to Callie.

"We're almost done here. Should we go eat something delicious?"

"Yes!"

Of course it's not Callie to deny. Callie folds her arms right next to Jack. The other players' blood was all over their bodies, so the sticky blood was on Callie, but she didn't care. Rather, I grabbed Jack's arm and followed him. The painful groaning continues in the hut where they left.

* * *

Fluffy.

The last one loses his strength and sags. That's the last of them. Jack, who twists his legs and wriggles his arms around his nose, wakes up from his chair. Finally, all this boring time has passed.

"Yawn, he's finally dead."

Callie dozing off, holding Jack's arm tightly by her side, yawns heavily. I didn't feel bored for a while. Jack pulls the sword out of the bracelet. A dark knight's sword, acquired from the Demon King's dungeon.

Phew!

You stab the corpse of the last member of the organization with a sword.

Whoo-hoo!

The sword vibrates faintly. The red lines spread like silk in the blade, pulsing like blood vessels.

Woojik, woojik.

The dead body begins to twist like a mummy. I greedily coveted the life force of the corpse. It won't be long before the corpse sucks out all the life force. Jack draws his sword lightly.

"This is convenient. '

It was one of the power of this sword. If you insert a Life Orb into the center of the sword's decoration, the dead body's Life Orb is absorbed by the sword and transferred to the Life Orb. Then, when the Bead of Life becomes saturated, the incoming HP is sent to the armor. The life force sent out there is used to grow the armor of the Dark Knight. In pairs. This sword and armor were inseparable.

Soon after all his vitality was drained, his body was crushed to powder. I have nothing to see. Jack turns around and tells Callie.

"Let's log out now. I've only been in the game for a while, so I need to rest for a while."

"Yes! 'I waved my hand to Callie, who said cheerfully, and logged out.

I got out of bed, took off my tools and threw them next to the bed. Then I got up lightly and stood in front of the visit. Some expectations were met. He killed many players. If so, all of their quest rewards will be sent to themselves. Jinsuk opened the door with full expectations.

Then you freeze. Only shallow groaning comes from your mouth.

'Though I anticipated it.'

Only players who have been killed by Jin are nearly twenty. To claim this reward, I used the skeleton I used to keep them from logging out into battle, all as my own black skeleton. Of course, it was natural for the skeletons to let go of one piece of bread so lightly that they wouldn't all die, just in case. And as expected, all their quest rewards seemed to come to them.

Jinsuk rubs his eyes once. And I looked ahead again. The scene in front of me remained unchanged. I vaguely thought they had a lot of loot to rob, but I imagined this.

"Fantastic."

I'm amazed. Seeing the mountain of treasure piled up like a mountain in front of me, the stone was bound to be dazzled.