The World of Masks

Jin looked outside using an Interphone. There were two people outside. One was a true believer. David, the first slave of Jinsuk, was out there.

That was fast. '

There are still a few days left before the promised week passes. I didn't think you'd be here already. Jin doubts David's early arrival and sees the person standing next to him.

Are you a new slave? '

I had never seen him before. Now that you're here, there's a good chance it's a new slave, but I'm surprised you're here with David. You think David and I knew each other from the beginning? Or did we just bump into each other in front of here? If not, who has nothing to do with slavery? Jin picked up the phone's handset.

"Is that David?"

[Yes, Master. It's me.]

Jinsuk frowned slightly. I don't even know who's next to me, and I can't believe I suddenly bring up the title of "Master." But soon, I shook my head. David is a good slave who is quick to notice and accurate in judgment. Such a slave would never make such a primitive mistake. Then it is reasonable to think that the person next to you does not have anything to do with hearing this conversation with you.

"Who's next?"

[Oh, it's too late for introductions. I am your new slave.]

[My name is Peter Johnson. My Lord.]

He was a man between the late thirties and the early forties. He was also dressed in a neat suit, just like the Regen from before. Jinseok turned off the Interphone and opened the front door. I called the two of them inside.

The two men who carefully came in looked at the landscape in the house and looked exactly like Regen. A blank eye and a wide jaw. He was thoroughly overwhelmed by the amount of treasure piled up like a mountain. Regen nods curiously, looking at the other slaves who would become his colleagues behind him. I felt the same way about them, so I had enough to understand their attitude. Honestly, the amount of goods in this room was unusual no matter how much I thought about it.

With only two men awake, Jin heads to his room. Regen also quietly followed behind. David and Peter peer through Regen's eyes. Curiosity aroused because there was someone else in the owner's house. Is he a slave, too? It was a concurrent thought for David and Peter.

I took out a few more chairs from the table and put them in the room. And still he sat on the bed. Slaves carefully sat on chairs.

"Well, then. I never met you there, Mr. Peter. Let's take a look at you, shall we?"

Peter begins to introduce himself, forcibly moving his nervous body.

"Let me introduce you again. My name is Peter Johnson."

"I'm Jin Seok Kim."

You say your name, make peace, and then gesture to keep talking.

"This time I am your slave, and I currently run a defence company called Divide in the United States."

The words greatly opened the eyes of Jin. If it's a defence industry, it's definitely a weapons manufacturer. It's the home of a state-of-the-art weaponry, yet undamaged American defence industry.

"It's a defence industry. It's a weapons manufacturer, right? What kind of weapon are you making?"

"A gun, ammunition and grenade manufacturer. We now offer 35 percent of all U.S. military private weapons."

35% of all U.S. military private weaponry. '

If it is true, it must be a huge figure. But at the same time, I wondered. Is it okay to own a company like that as a foreigner? If you were president of the United States, you'd take a step back and try to stop him. Is this another one of the old man's jokes? No, maybe he just didn't own the company like Regen's law firm. Jinsuk asked Peter straight away.

"Sounds like a great company, can a foreigner like me have it? Does that Divide still belong to Mr. Peter?"

"I'll tell you that, my lord."

Suddenly, David stepped in. As if to explain, I stared at David without a word.

"I'm afraid that this division is now entirely owned by Golden Riggs. because we're an American company. There is some difficulty in crossing one bridge, but if you wish, Golden Riggs can make a significant impact on a company called Divide."

"I see. That's a relief."

"Yes, and the American defence industry is not as thorough as you might think. They allow overseas sales. Of course, state-of-the-art American defence companies, such as Lockheed Martin and Boeing, are incredibly tricky, but companies with a little less importance like ours can acquire stocks more easily than they think. even if it has to be authorized by the authorities."

In Peter's words, Jin nods.

"So that's why Divide got into Golden Riggs' possession. Is that why you're here?"

"That's right."

Unlike other slaves, David and Peter were able to quickly confirm each other's existence. That's why David brought Peter here as a guide.

"Peter, there you are."

Jinseok found the slavery contract for Regen earlier, then took back the paper he had left on the bedside table and found Peter's slavery contract. I skimmed through the contents. Honestly, there was nothing I needed to check. I took my eyes off the paper and looked back at the slaves.

"I see we haven't met yet. This is Regen Hivitt. This is my new slave. You run a law firm, and what was your name?"

"Hivite, Enderson & Pichet. My Lord."

"Ah, I did. Anyway, he's kind of like the director of a law firm like that. And Hivite, Enderson and Pichet are the 46th largest law firms in the world."

David and Peter glanced at Regen in astonishment. As both American citizens and businessmen in the United States, the existence of law firms in the top 46 came much larger than what they felt was true.

"Now that we've heard about Peter here, this is David. He owns an investment company called Golden Riggs, and it's my first slave."

The three people greeted each other with their eyes. Killed or fed, they were on the same boat. Being close was somehow advantageous. Neither did the company, nor did I survive the hands of that owner.

Ding-dong.

"· · · · · · · · You have a lot of guests today."

Coming late is all about coming in at once. Jinsuk got out of bed and went out to meet someone he thought might be another slave.

* * *

The new person was also a new slave. It was a man in his 40s, with half his head cut off. Other slaves had all slender bodies, though not all of them self-care and muscle quality, but this slave had a convex lower belly that seemed to boast a lot of generosity. It was a typical look of a man. But at least he didn't seem to be the one who couldn't afford to wear a clean luxury suit.

I felt like dying to have five men in a room that wasn't so big, but I still had to listen to the introduction of slavery.

"Nice to meet you, my lord. My name is William Wood. He currently serves as CEO of Melbourne Souls, a resource developer."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kim Jin-seok."

Jack responded diligently, reviewing William's commitment to slavery. Then he jabbed me, telling me to keep talking. Despite his frustration, William speaks nonchalantly.

"Our company has three iron mines, one gold mine, and one titanium, one flexible, one nickel mine. Of course, the shares have all been transferred to you. Now it's your company."

He put down the contract. I got too many companies at once, so the expression of authenticity was very dull. Now, as I began to yawn, I had other slaves introduce me to William and their respective selves.

The faces of the slaves who introduced each other were slightly stiff. I didn't know my new master could have so many slaves. Above all, there were three new slaves this time.

'The former owner was just me.'

I was a common idea in the minds of slaves. The slaves look at their master with frightening eyes. What the hell did you do to collect three slaves at once? Moreover, not a single one of them was worth talking about. Regen Hibbit, the 46 th largest law firm in the world, Peter Anderson, CEO of a company that supplies 35 percent of U.S. military private weaponry, and William Wood, CEO of a resource developer that owns multiple mines. Did he notice the eyes of those slaves? Jack smiled and said.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. It was a pretty intense situation for me when I got you all at once."

He added one more word.

"Well, that killed close to 20 players."

Gulp.

You hear someone sneeze. But no one thought it was strange. No, all four of them thought it was the saliva they swallowed. They are destined to be caught in the hands of a murderer smiling like this, who kills twenty people but doesn't blink an eye, or rather ridiculously. The cold sweat hit the ball and flowed down.

He waved his hand to see if he knew the awkward stiffness.

"I think I've roughly finished my introduction. As soon as you leave your contact information, you're good to go."

Slaves scramble. I didn't want to be in front of this terrifying owner anymore.

"Oh, by the way, Peter?"

"Yes, yes!"

Peter froze and responded loudly. In comparison, Jinsuk spoke very boldly.

"Information about the former owner will be kept secret anyway, so I won't ask the right questions, but please answer me one thing. Didn't your former owner ask for some kind of firearm blueprint or something? from a very basic gun."

What Jin thought was about the gun that Clientes implemented in the game. If he was Peter's former owner, I could understand the gun he made up. There is a defence industry that makes firearms underwater, so you can get as much information as you want. And the expectation of such a genuine position was right.

"Yes, I did. They asked for very basic things at first, like a hand cannon or a matchlock, and they didn't make those basic things at first, but they did find them because they were the owner's orders. And then he wanted more and more advanced technologies. I still didn't want the products made by the company, but since they're firearms, I have something in common with the guys made by the company, so I've given them to them whenever I'm asked."

"I know. Maybe I'll want that information later. even the ones that Peter's company is building. Just in case."

Peter's face is hard. With an embarrassing expression, I made a very worried face.

"· · · · · · · · · Do you know where to use it?"

Even if the former owner was an American and gave up information, his heart was not this heavy. And I didn't even want the key information about the weapons the company made. Rather, in the middle of World War II, I wanted weapons that were not excessive, even antiques.

Unfortunately, the current owner is a foreigner. There he wanted key information about the weapons the company made. Although private weapons are less confidential, they are still one of the most advanced weapons used by the U.S. military. It was natural to worry about transferring to other countries or terrorist groups.

Jinseok stared at Peter. Then he smiled and suddenly grabbed Peter by the collar.

"Cough, cough!"

Peter's feet collapse into thin air with immense power. Peter shudders, choking, unable to breathe properly. The slaves around him were embarrassed by the sudden situation, but they couldn't help but stare at the owner's actions.

"Hey, Peter."

The last thing he said to Peter was,

"That's a question I've been wondering about your patriotism. I'll tell you one thing. Patriotism is the emotion that ordinary people have in their own country. Yes, admit it. Noble sentiments, but those are human sentiments, not those of slaves like you. By the time you seal the slave contract, you're already human and below. If you still think you're human and you're worried about your country and you don't even know what's going on, then..."

Jack gives you an endless speech.

"I'm warning you, you need to get rid of that right now. I am the one you will be loyal to, not your country."

Jinseok threw Peter away. Peter falls out onto the gems rolling around the living room. Jewelry doesn't make it soft like a marshmallow and soft like a sponge. Rather, it was as hard as a stone. It hurts so much just stepping on a piece of Lego that it fell on a gem. Peter groans, grumbling at the attacks of the fallen jewels.

Jin turns his head, looking this way with a pale complexion, and smiles at the rest of the slaves.

"I would never do you any harm. because there's a lot of toys in the game that I kill and torture and play with anyway. I don't intend to harm those days by shearing my weight."

After holding his neck, he sighed and stared at Pete who barely got up, he smiled again and added a single word.

"Unless you disobey me."

Slaves nod their heads in a frenzy.