The World of Masks

There was tension in the room. Jin-seok, Eun-hee, and Sophie came into the room with alert eyes (?). No one else could enter Sophie's room like this, a mad criminal. We should at least be stopped by the police waiting outside the room. But no one stopped them until they entered the room and closed the door.

"First of all, how long has it been?"

He suddenly woke up and said. However, his eyes were swiftly looking around. Two retreats. But in order to use one of the retreats, we have to get past the old man and the woman. All that was left was a window, but it wasn't that big, so I was wondering if I could get out of here quickly.

'No, you don't have to go out the window.'

Jinsuk himself has high strength and is destructive when he reaches Sophie. No matter how thick the walls of the mental hospital are, it's a building wall. I don't know if I can get to some nuclear shelter, but I think a steel concrete that thick can be crushed with my fist. It might be a little hard to handle, but it was his safety that mattered.

"Don't worry about it. I don't mean you any harm."

"I don't know. Isn't that what someone's coming to say, smelling so dangerous?"

"Oh, you're still suspicious. Men aren't very popular when they're so scared."

"Don't worry. You've given me a lot of beauties. And I'm an avid gender equalist."

I reacted to the old man's actions one by one, but I didn't forget anything. I was trying to figure out a way to buy time through the conversation. The old man tugs his tongue out.

"There's really nothing to worry about. I came here because I have a proposition for you."

Proposal? The look in Jinsuk's eyes is strange.

The old man drags the chair next to him and sits a little distance from the group.

"Sit down, all of you. There's nothing to worry about. If I really have a murder on my hands, you're all going to die here. The women next to you will know better."

He's an old man who talks harshly in a calm tone. I could feel Eun-hee and Sophie's thin body trembling around me. I didn't seem to be lying.

Jinsuk sighed. In a way, I thought they might be overreacting. It was the second time I saw that old man, but I didn't have a particularly bad meeting when I first saw him. No, in a way, a thankful person (?).

The reason I was so vigilant now was because of Eun-hee and Sophie's reaction to the power of the Dark Knight and the Dark Wizard, which made me feel at ease that no ordinary person would ever feel. At least until now, there has been no reaction to the old man's hostility towards the party.

"· · · · · · · · · · Good. Let's hear it."

I was reluctant to sit on the bed again as if I had no choice. However, the young vigilance did not loosen in his eyes.

But the old man smiled pleasantly, whether he was satisfied with it.

"Hehe. All right, all right. I'm glad you're a quick judge of situation."

Eun-hee and Sophie appear to be talking to the old man. Eun-hee and Sophie come and stand next to the sides of the old man. I was going to run away with him when I got there. Otherwise, it had to be at least a shield. The old man notices their intentions, but says nothing.

"Now, where do we start?"

The old man hesitates for a moment, as if he were fixing something to say.

"I'd like to ask you something first."

"Huh? What is it? Ask questions instead of specs."

The old man gladly agreed.

"Were you afraid of the Demon King?"

I felt Eun-hee and Sophie flinch. The old man's eyes curled up as if it were funny.

"Why did you think that?"

"Not much. There's very little informational information. It's just poking. It's just putting up all the suspects that come to mind. There were two of them. In that sense, I doubt the other suspect, the manager, is you."

"I see."

The old man clasps and straightens his feet for a comfortable posture.

"The answer to that is · · · · · · · · · · · ·, yes. I'm the one the Demon King fears, and I'm also called the Master."

By the side, "Ah! 'I heard elasticity. Eun-hee gave me elasticity.

"But you don't have to be afraid of me. It's not that I don't understand why the Demon King was afraid of me, but I can't say he was wise. Because I didn't want to do anything to him."

If a screaming Demon King heard the old man rushing into an invasion, it was a story that would turn his eyes upside down and lather. Jinsuk also expressed interest.

"You didn't want to do anything?"

"Yes. The Demon King felt my presence more strongly as he gained strength. But I didn't know what I was. He was the Demon King who knew the absence of God, so he must have been in even more confusion. Ignorance soon leads to fear. Especially if it feels like it can kill itself with a single stroke."

"So the Demon King preceded his death with a false fear?"

"Unfortunately."

He said so, but his face turned dark. Just looking at the old man's attitude, it seemed like he really wasn't interested in the Demon King.

"Of course, the more power it gains, the more terrified it seems that the country has become since realizing that existence controls the world itself. I thought the world's keeper couldn't tolerate the drawing of life from the world."

"So you're talking about sucking the life out of the world."

"I'm not interested. It's not that big of a deal in the whole world in the first place."

Jinsuk was fed up with this old man's scale. Despite pulling out enough life force to gain the power to be called invincible, this old man, who was called the world manager, was regarded as being nothing special. I couldn't tell if he had a small scale or if he was numb.

"And if you make an altar that can suck the life out of the world, you believe you can be my equal, but that's also a mistake. That's not enough power."

'It's a stupid idea.' The old man even trampled the Demon King's last hope. An old man with a tongue looked back at the stone, as if pitying the Demon King who had fallen into a fantasy and died on his own.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

Jinsuk nods.

"What is this game called the Masked World?"

"Could you be more specific about the meaning of the question?"

The old man asks, but the old man has a nasty smile on his face. He knows what he's asking. I was so sure and muttered to myself that Jinjin was a nasty old man.

"Is it really the same game that makes an existence like you a force that transcends human technology that can affect reality or · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

"Overwritten in the name of the game, you're asking me if life really is a living world."

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Jinsuk insisted on silence.

"Well, it's important to you. Even if you tore, burned and sculpted humans in a game, you're being very vigilant about reality, with the reason that you only dealt with NPCs in the game, not life. But those many NPCs you killed, no matter how different the world was, if they were really alive, your borders would be broken."

It was the last line of legislation. No matter how bad you do in the game, it is only in the game, and in reality, you are a good citizen. No matter how many humans wanted to kill in reality, no matter how much they were motivated to kill, they were able to endure it all with one excuse. But what if all the things that Jin killed were real humans?

"Why on earth would you ask that?"

"· · · · · · · · · Isn't it natural to ask a question to someone who knows the answer?"

"No, no, no."

The old man twitches a finger as if not to cheat.

"You need a trigger. A way to justify murder in real life, which has been desperately suppressed."

There's no need to resist the urge to kill. It allows us to kill all humans as cruelly as in the game, even in reality. I don't have to endure it anymore.

"So I'll give you the answers you want."

The old man smiled and said.

"The masked world is a different world from this Earth. In other words, the human you killed."

Like the devil whispering, the old man spoke in a voice full of low, but joyful voices.

"He's a real man."

The air around you settles. Eun-hee and Sophie were also shocked. But it was pure surprise, and there was no guilt over murder. They were already killers in real life.

But the truth was different. Killing in reality has come as a shock to those who refused to accept it, and to the extent that they also became real killers. He stares down at his hand dazed with unfocused eyes. An ordinary hand looks like it's been bitten with blood. Jinsuk covers his face with his hands. It looked like someone who was in extreme shock.

"Master · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Eun-hee called the truth worryingly. But he didn't move.

"Well, you're in shock."

The old man scratches his chin.

"But my advice to you is that the next time you want to take that gesture, you need to cover your entire face."

I could see it in the old man's eyes. The entrance of the truth shines between two hands.

"You, your mouth is laughing."