The World of Masks

'Luckily, there's another way.'

Although not as genocide as this one, there was no way to gain more pleasure than usual. When he killed the nobleman this time, Jack was able to taste another joy. The Earl died with a fabulous look on his face as if he had never dreamed of being slaughtered by a traveler who thought he was like a rock rolling on the pavement. At that time, the unbelievable face appeared before my eyes.

'It was much more fun than killing common people or slaves.'

Although death is equal and frightening to everyone, there are slightly different ways to respond to it. When the common man or slave dies, they are sure to have a mixture of fear and hatred. But that feeling was true when compared to that of the so-called leader, such as the Earl or the Knights who killed him earlier. That look of humiliation, humiliation, and death gave Jack no joy when he looked down on the ground, not to think that the humans who lived proudly and differed from the rest of this society themselves were ever the same.

'Well, it's fun not to go there, but...'

The joy of killing mortals that I could not normally touch satisfied Jack enough. The excitement of the passing of the Earl, one of the nobles said to be noble, remained in his hands. Jack looks up at his hands for a moment and smiles bloody.

'But it was a good opportunity.'

The incident gave Jack a chance to face a human being who is himself.

Apparently, Jack himself likes killing. But is that really the end? If you simply like killing, you don't have to kill humans with such care. It's easiest to just sneak out quietly and stick to your neck, and it's less risky. If you just like killing, you can't explain why there's a difference between fun and pleasure when you kill another kind of human being. If you simply like killing, you will not enjoy inflicting pain and humiliation on your prey. When I didn't know the game of masked world in the first place, I would not have been able to satisfy my desire to defeat humans when I couldn't kill people.

'Though I'm sure I like killing.'

There is definitely joy in the moment of death. Seeing the beating heart and the bloodstream slowly stop at the hands of him certainly touches him more than watching one great movie. I wanted to keep the moments of life that were meaningless in my hands forever.

But there was something just as important. grudge, hatred, fear, anger, grudge, flesh, despair, etc. The negative human emotions that radiated shortly before death were insanely lovable to Jack. It was insanely pleasant.

And that negative emotion was even more satisfying as the human emotion that felt precious and noble. The distorted face, pale skin, the groaning that flowed out, I wanted to kiss it all. The same was true of the massacre. Those enormous human negative emotions that were seen and heard from everywhere threw Jack into a bottomless pit.

"Hehehehe! Crazy bastard! '

I knew. I knew, but his essence was darker and prettier than I expected. Whether he was unconsciously struggling with murder or liking it, it must have been because he knew instinctively that killing could maximize his satisfaction.

'Cause there ain't no mortal in front of death.'

If anything, it's Jack's natural enemy. If you kill someone, they won't feel anything, and Jack won't.

While I was reviewing the feelings this time, an idea suddenly crossed my mind.

'Hmm, Yoo Rin or Eun Hee might also enjoy · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.'

In a way, I thought that the two couples who are sending infinite trust to themselves would be able to show different negative emotions. But soon, I shook my head.

I don't want to go around killing people in real life. '

If there's a chance to kill someone in real life, they're both unacceptable. He is clearly mistaken, but not all human emotions are exterminated. I feel love, compassion, and gratitude. If emotions had been eradicated in the first place, we wouldn't be able to "love" human negative emotions. I'm sure I love them.

'There are lots of toys anyway.'

Jack gives a clear answer and starts walking towards the palace building with a pleasant footstep. There was still work to be done.

In the palace, the ruins were such a mess. The outer wall was punctured everywhere, and all the ornaments and artwork that had decorated the palace in a luxurious and colorful manner were turning into filthy garbage and making the palace even more sexy.

Woohoo! Woohoo!

Climb over the ruins of the crumbling palace walls. The weight of your armor makes your debris crumble very easily. Jack is finally able to step inside the palace building beyond the rubble of the wall that has already been made of rubble.

'Hooh, it's another.'

As expected, the palace is a palace. Jack himself was an asset with luxurious mansions and villas, but it was unlikely to compare to the royal palace. I would have been proud to show off this magnificence even now that I had fallen to the brink of ruin. Jack takes a moment to look around the palace.

"Step forward."

Jack looks back and says: One of the young men behind Jack walks out in front of him on his orders. A grotesque picture of his ugly face burned off by half his face, his missing arm somewhere, and his organs running down the floor between the wounds on his stomach. He was resurrected as undead by Jack.

In order to fulfill Jack's orders, the king made an aggressive move to his destination. I painted a red line on the floor with blood on my guts that was attractive to the floor. It was cruel and bizarre, but Jack followed behind the king without a word of overwhelming sentiment.

How long has it been since I walked like that? The king who led Jack deep into the palace stopped at one of the big doors. This side has remained at least circular, as if it were not directly affected. Jack puts his hand on the doorknob. The heavy hand seemed to be made of solid iron.

Hiccup!

Something stuck inside and prevented me from opening the door. Jack doesn't let down, he puts down the handle. And then he swings his sword in his hand.

Kuang!

The heavy iron door was badly dented and flew away. Jack steps out into the open, lying.

"Wheeeek!"

I whistled unconsciously. The sheen of the treasures filled the room tickled Jack's eyes. This place, which Jack sought to find even as he resurrected the king to the Undead, has another royal power gathered from all over the kingdom. It was the royal treasury.

A chest full of gold, silver and jewels was piled on one side, and gold and silver were piled up in clumps. Most of the precious metals were easy to cash and coins, but there were also quite a few things that looked like ornaments or artwork. You can see the armor piled up on one side as well as the good armor.

Jack's eyes stop as he peers through the treasure vault.

'There it was.'

Jack walks over to them. A few crystals exude fresh energy and stand resolute as if they were treasures and occupied a portion.

It was a crystal that had been seen in the temple shops of the Holy Neutral City and also stored life within the Demon King's altar. A large, beautifully polished crystal, full of life, was emitting a mysterious energy that was transmitting light through it.

Once he finds what he's after, he starts sweeping away all the treasures in the royal palace's treasury. The sheep were enormous, and I didn't even anticipate how much time and effort it would take to move them by hand. Luckily, Jack had several bracelets that had been available on multiple routes so far. I put on the bracelet, put my hands on the treasure, and repeated the simple work of putting it in the bracelet. Shortly after, the treasure vault is empty.

Jack picks up all the other treasures and touches the last remaining crystal. I can feel the life rushing through my hands. I checked the crystal with an emotion card. You can see that most crystals are full of life force. A crystal with immense vitality quietly infiltrates into Jack's bracelet.

Since knights' skills and energy to use wizards' magic were vital, Crystal possessed such immense vitality was itself one of the most important military supplies. Countries were constantly fighting monsters, gathering their vital energy to prepare for what would happen. These crystals were placed on the front lines as soon as there was a war. And normally, it was stored in this kind of treasure vault.

Jack puts all the crystals in his bracelet and walks out of the building. After that, the undead king silently followed. Just as he returned the way he had come, Jack stopped walking in the square in front of the building where the horses and carriage debris were, where he had fought with knights and wizards.

I hope this is a good spot. '

Jack looks around and thinks: I nodded once to make a decision and walked to the center of the square.

Tuck!

Among the crystals taken from the treasure vault, they were selected and placed at the center of the square in the shape of four full crystals. Then you gather the bodies around and throw them into the center of the four crystals. Immediately, a pile of corpses piled up in the middle of the square.

'That should do it.'

As you can see, Jack robs his hand as he tells himself. Then you stand on a pile of corpses. The weight of Jack and his armor explodes and crushes the corpse's flesh and bones. Jack, on the top of the pile of corpses, grabs the sword inversely and plunges it into the pile, ignoring the awkward feeling.

Phew!

Softly pushes the blade in. Jack sticks his sword in until half his blade disappears, focusing his mind and activating his skill.

Whoo-hoo!

The beads of life in the sword decoration vibrate gently, and their vitality radiates through the blade. The life force that flowed through the corpses reacted with a willingness to deal with itself and was tossed around the corpses.

Qajik! Wooduk!

The corpse explodes. As if discarding unnecessary garbage, the chunks of meat and bone are scattered to the winds by the vitality of Jack. All that was left was pure blood, blood. The life-giving blood starts crawling on the ground as if it were its own will. Like a lifelong masterpiece, blood began to paint complex symbols on the floor as it fluttered. A moment later, a picture was drawn around where Jack stood, about 2m in diameter. A picture of complex symbols and letters written inside a circle. It was a sorcerer.

Woof! Woof!

The four crystals, which were either reacting to the sorcery, started to react as one. Starting with the crystal emitting a faint tremor and a faint wave, the magic has also been stained with a faint red color.

'Roughly.'

The last time Jack put his hand on the bracelet. Then I took out another crystal. However, the crystal was not shining blue, as if it had just been removed from the palace. Rather, he was scattering a cloudy and gloomy aura and darkening the surrounding atmosphere.

Blessings of the Demon King. A Demon King crystal, ready for the blessing of God, a monster's life storage device, that was hidden deep within an altar I had previously discovered.

Jack retrieves the crystal from the altar and places it in the middle of the enchanted crystal, among the four. At the center of the enchanted circle, there is a circle that could fit a crystal.

Glug.

As soon as the crystal is released, the enchanted blood moves, engraving new symbols and lines into the crystal's circle. The blood runs like a tide.

Whoo-hoo!

At the same time, the crystal vibrates like crazy. And as it follows, the sorcerer and the other four crystals begin to resonate violently.