The World of Masks

You move your hand and pound the rock.

Bang, bang.

The rocks hit the black gauntlet cry out loud. The sound echoes louder as it reflects into the cavity. The sound alone makes me feel incredibly hard. I pulled out the gauntlet and put my bare hands on the rock wall. It felt so cold.

'It's just an anthill.'

I turned my gaze slightly to the left. A hole is drilled through one wall. The size ranged from small to large, which was about 1m in diameter. Slaves in the organization, now Jack's slaves, have come from all over the bloodline, staring at him with frightened eyes.

Eastern blood was their home. The only reason for the existence of technology is to forcefully take strange land and create things that have never been heard of. As their own engineer, they deprived this world of their freedoms and rights and turned them into slaves they had to work with. But I couldn't resist. Their technique is to craft things, not fight them. There was always more than one person there watching over them, so I couldn't take their weapons. Eventually, I made this hard blood coagulation my home and had to eat a small amount of food that they gave me and put on my robes.

But unfortunately for them, for Jack, who was able to destroy the organization and set them free, their situation was nothing but very trivial.

Jack leaves the rest of the humans to watch over Callie, and picks one representative of the slaves to guide her along the way. I wanted to see the facility that generated the firearms.

The man who was elected was a middle-aged man. He had rocky muscles on his shoulders like his history of being a blacksmith was not false. However, unlike his appearance, he looked very frightened and noticed Jack. I wouldn't have done this in the first place. If you are a blacksmith, you are a high-ranking person in this town. As long as you are not a nobleman, priest, or wizard, you don't need to notice. Of course, while agricultural fiction, such as shipbuilding, is based on the fundamental Buddhist values, the world of this mask is roughly medieval in the West. The value of a blacksmith is high. It seemed to be everyday because of slavery.

The blacksmith takes Jack to a common place. It was a place some distance from the house of slaves, where the blood runs through.

There is a cave on the wall of the pupil. It was quite big. It would be twice the height of Jack. I set the slave at the forefront and walked into the cave. The chains on the slave's ankles sweep through the cave floor, and every time Jack's hard boots tread the ground, a dull sound echoes through the cave. I'd say that's about 40 minutes' walk. Suddenly, my vision was clear.

"Oh."

I was unconsciously amazed. It's a green field. The grass is dressed in a soft pink glow under the setting of the sunset sky, and its body is lying around in the wind. There is a chiseled cliff around you. It was as if the rock itself had become a barrier to protect this beautiful space.

Is it a basin?

The basin is a basin, with all its surroundings blocked by high cliffs and a flat center. But compared to the basin Jack learned at school, the terrain is too extreme. The main basin in Korea, Daegu, was not like this either.

'Rather than a basin, it looks like it's in a crater.'

At that moment, I remembered the big peak I saw earlier. It was a caldera-shaped peak from a volcanic eruption. I thought about the approximate distance from the peak since I entered the cavity earlier.

Like what?

Above all, he couldn't not have seen a mountain with such a high cliff. Just before jumping into the cavity, the only terrain that was rising this high from the surrounding landscape was the peak. It seems to lead into this caldera, probably through the rock dungeons.

'The plains of Caldera.'

It was a wondrous terrain. Jack killed him like he was funny. It felt like I had a secret base that no one knew about that I wanted to have when I was a kid.

Jack steps out of the cave and into the grass in Caldera. The little wildflower was skittish by the boots. When the wind blew once, I could see the grass that was really seen in the movie, lying on one side as if it were on the waves and then getting up. In reality, it seemed to work well enough to develop it as a tourist attraction.

There are several structures standing on the blue-colored ground. Those that looked to some extent were never home. There are only roofs and columns, and there are no walls. In that form, rain and sunlight may block the wind or regulate the temperature.

You see all these big mechanical structures standing in all these places.

'Here.'

Jack opens his eyes and looks at the buildings in front of him. The organization has finally found a manufacturing plant that makes firearms. Jack walks towards the nearest architecture to him. After that, slavery followed.

The buildings were quite spacious. The buildings were a long way from each other in case of an explosion during construction. The site of production of ammunition and firearms was also thoroughly separated. No, they were both on opposite sides. In case the slaves get their hands on guns and ammunition at the same time and stir up a rebellion.

Once inside the building, Jack looks at the norm in front of his eyes. It was about knee height, but about 20 square feet wide. But what caught Jack's eye was an unusual object placed on top of it. I reached out and grabbed the thing.

'This is...'

Jack looks around at the objects in his hands. Jack was familiar with it. No, someone who didn't go to the military, who didn't know much about firearms, could have seen TV, anywhere.

AK 47.

It was a masterpiece by Mikhail Kalisinikov, founded in the 20th century as a Soviet-equipped rifle and serving as the most basic of the communist nations for its strength and convenience. Moreover, unlike rival M16, which disappeared behind the scenes of history, AK's name continued to shine in the 21st century. The problem is that the reputation of the 21st century has been completely infamous with groups like terrorists being used. But that was not a factor that could devaluate the performance of AK.

"No, why would he carry that around while he was making this? '

The only reason Jack was able to get rid of these organizations so easily was that while he gained the power of the Dark Knight, he was strengthened by their weapons, at best, a bolt-action rifle. The most advanced gun they had was Gatling, the one the boss was holding. Suddenly, an AK appeared. If they were all armed with these AKs, hunting them would be even more annoying.

"Here, I didn't use this with the other members of the group. What happened?"

"The owner gave me the blueprints and the basic skills, but I can't build any of these things without them. There were a number of trial and error, and the last time the former owner stopped by, he barely made one Gatling. It's very recent to have done this. We were trying to get the volume out."

He seemed to have a brilliant timing.

"Those two back there used an old gun."

"The former owner didn't know anything else, but the handling of the firearms was strictly his own. There was no forgiveness for that, even for my colleagues. Just by making sure this place is guarded, you can tell the two of you are reliable enough for the former owner, but not enough to put your hands on a new gun. I understand that you've been using the gem of the contract to block it thoroughly."

"Hmm."

I put down the gun I was holding. I wanted to take a shot, but now it's more important to look elsewhere.

A block of architecture produced a gun, and on the other hand, the copper-coated bullet was shining when it reflected light. A short distance from the two was where the guns were turned into test pieces. The schematics and documentation provided by the organization's boss were thoroughly scattered. In addition, the buildings were divided according to the work. There was a forge for separating and shaping various materials, and a place for producing cannons. Some were even using precious artifacts and spare life phrases to produce electricity. Samantha showed me a jellyfish tentacle-like tentacle that used to be a front for electroencephalopathy.

The largest of them was also the place to make gunpowder. A pile of gunpowder barrels could have completely destroyed this caldera if they had been mistreated. According to Slave, there is always a Sentry waiting for you when handling gunpowder. To prevent accidents, incidents, and rebellion that you might not know about.

According to the story, the former slave has already used the jewels of the contract to pay close attention to security, even though they are all belonging to the previous owner. I think he wanted to eliminate the only risk factor.

In one corner, there were straws, either where slaves rested or soft. Next to it is a little spring. This is where the rainwater flows, and it was the basic drinking water here. Surprisingly, I was surprised that the water was clear.

Jack heads for the last building in the corner. This building alone is far away. I saw the white matter on the shelf in the building.

What is it?

It was the first thing I had seen. Being here means it's something made by the boss' orders. Jack without delay summons the slave and asks for the name of the item.

Jack's eyes were frozen. I was very surprised. The name of this item from the mouth of the slave was very unexpected as well.

Did you make this up? '

The amount produced was substantial. Apparently, he was determined to pull out a huge supply of munitions.

'Well, the plan was the plan.'

Jack turns away, engraving on the plan he pulled out of the boss's mouth.

"Is this the end?"

"Yes, you all did."

The slave responded trembling. I don't have to worry about killing them because I need them to make these again, but I have no idea what kind of owner this new owner is, so my fear instinctively curled up in Smurf. Jack raises his jaw slightly, which seems to be the only thing beyond, as if he hadn't seen such a slave.

"Don't worry too much. All you have to do is keep producing these."

The slave nods and sighs of relief shallow. It was a life unlike that of a human, but it seemed like I could hold on to my life for now. It was a time when slaves thought so.

Phew!

"Cough!"

You can see the sword piercing through the area of your heart. The eyes of the slave are opened as if they cannot be trusted. I look at Jack with frightening eyes.

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Bang!

The slave fell helplessly, looking as if to ask why. Jack smiled and said.

"The living don't need them anymore."

Jack activates the skill without pulling the sword into his heart. The second power of this sword. Even if you don't use your own HP directly, if you have enough Life Orb in your sword, you can remove it directly from the orb to trigger an active skill.

A dark stream creeps into the corpse of the slave. After some time, Jack drew his sword. But as soon as I pulled out the sword, I didn't see any blood that would have to bounce high into the air. Rather, the wound with the sword began to heal slowly.

Ugh.

The corpse slowly begins to rise. A dead body that has already been stabbed through the heart and is no longer active is once again standing on its own strength. But there was no free will there. There is only one puppet to be fed on by the one who revived himself.

"As I said, you can produce these again. but now you don't need to eat, you don't need to sleep, you don't need to rest."

At the end of Jack's words, the slave turns his back and starts to stumble. According to the Lord's command, to fulfill his duties, this slave will continue to work indefinitely and without rest for a second from now.