The World of Masks

Heave-ho!

As you pull the ball with your thumb, the barrage sounds and the gun fires. Aim for the unidentified chip particle. Only then could the president gain some relief.

Since there was very little light, the appearance of the intruder was so cloudy that only the shape could recognize it. You hold the gun in one hand and turn on the stand next to the bed. It is not enough to illuminate the room, but there is enough light to satisfy me.

The president saw the intruder's face. The intruder shows his true face. I think I'm in my late 20s. He was a young man with tousled black patches and blue eyes. Dress normally for any young man. In the White House, which was mostly formally dressed, it didn't look like much.

The president wore slippers under his bed. However, the eyes and guns never turned away from the intruder. Fortunately, the intruder did not react much.

Cough!

I pressed the emergency bell on the drawer next to the bed. The guards will be here any minute.

"This ."

The intruder who had remained silent all this time said as if he was in trouble.

"I just wanted to talk quietly."

"I'm not interested in talking about my home or my desire to break into the heart of the United States, but I think it should be with someone else."

Boom!

The bedroom door was roughly opened. The guards with guns rush into your hands. They take a moment to understand the situation in the room. A president in his pajamas with a pistol pointed at either side. An unidentified man standing in front of the president at gunpoint. The hearts of the guards who had some insight into the situation sat down. No one even noticed that an unidentified human had infiltrated the president's bedroom. What if he's the terrorist who's after the assassination of the president? The guards' backside gives me the creeps.

But they were pros. I did what I had to do now, despite worrying about the future champion and criticism. Fortunately, the unidentified man is unarmed. But I don't know yet. He may be hiding a gun, or he may have a bomb strapped to his body. All we need right now is to contain the unidentified man and secure the president. The guards were split on two sides. One ran to the president. In case anything happened, they were the ones who would use their bodies as meat shields to protect the president and the other one to suppress the mysterious affliction.

Bang, bang!

I grabbed the wretched arm and pressed it down on my neck. Overlapping the urgency of the situation and the feeling of suffering for doing this monstrous thing, the guards' hands were very rough and waxy. The guards thought the pain would be on the ground right now. But the pain doesn't budge. The guards' eyes are engraved with feelings of embarrassment. I once again empowered my hands. But this time, the guards failed to achieve their goal.

"What are you doing!"

I yelled in a panic with a colleague who went to the president. It will only crush those who cannot conquer one man. But the guards on the bad side were unfair. It looked like it was dealing with a lump of rock. I pushed and pulled, or hit him with my fist or foot. But the pain doesn't budge.

"There ."

Speaking from the bitter mouth, all the guards were flawed.

"Can we stop this nonsense and talk?"

A calm voice. The distressed gaze is toward the president, who is escorted out of the bedroom. The guards' impression was distorted. He shudders as if he doesn't care.

Heave-ho!

He raises his pistol. Powers and ranges are short, but this approach will change things. Nothing to miss, and enough power.

"Freeze!"

You shout harshly, but the bitter sigh is comparable to his.

"Ha, I can't help it."

It was after the bitterness was muttered.

Kuaang!

The alarm sounds. The president and his guards duck in a hurry. Suicide bombing? It was the idea of going through their brains at the same time.

"Get up, will you?"

I heard something over my head. Surprisingly, it was that strange voice. It wasn't a suicide bombing? The president and his guards carefully raised their heads. And I was horrified.

There was a man standing there with a flashlight all over his body, like an incarnation of lightning. But there was no damage to the area. Even the guards who tried to subdue him were scrambling around unharmed. I was just squinting and covering my ears to see if my eardrums hurt.

"Can we talk now?"

"Monstrous," said Charles, "looking straight at the president. The president froze and nodded.

* * *

Charles makes his rounds. This was the White House reception room. It was a place where San Charles was invited to speak with minimal confidence from the president because he had such power and did not attack. It was awkward for diplomats, legislators, and CEOs of large corporations from other countries to sit down as ordinary small-scale cannery workers. But I kept wandering around all the time wondering when I would come to this place. The guard standing nearby may have bothered him, but Charles is surprisingly nervous.

The reception room was a strange room for Charles. I touched the coffee cup on the table. I expressed a little sympathy and regret in my heart to the people who worked at the White House who woke up this night and had coffee. He's the same worker, after all. It was an occupation when he was sleeping comfortably, and Charles knew very well how he felt when he woke up and let him work.

Hooray!

A puff of steam with a crumbling cup. It has a bitter taste that is unique to coffee. Some people call this the taste of life. It was really offensive.

It's expensive because it comes from the White House to customers, but Charles couldn't figure out what it tasted like when he drank cheap candy from the local supermarket.

Am I a guest? '

Maybe he's an intruder, not a guest. It was Charles who fell into question in a strange place.

The door to the reception hall opened and the president came in. As if he had changed for a moment, his outfit had changed from his pajamas to his comfortable everyday clothes.

The feeling of embarrassment had already been erased from his face. Charles was impressed. I can't believe I'm able to recover my composure so quickly after seeing my abilities. It was the President of the United States. He sits across from Charles on his lap. Then he opens a box on one side of the table. There were thick cigars inside.

"Do you want one?"

"Oh, thank you."

Charles gets a poem. I turned around and observed with curious eyes. I've never seen a cigar in person before. I enjoyed smoking cigarettes and used to do drugs in my childhood, but never smoked cigars. Knng, knng, sniffing. An aroma unique to the cigar rose. It was almost as luxurious as the cigar at the presidential palace.

Chalka!

A light appeared on my face. The president who set his cigar on fire put a lighter in front of Charles' face. It meant to light the cigar in any way. Charles gives thanks and lights the cigar on fire. I got a fire from the president. My son, grandson and grandson have something to boast about.

Charles snorts cigar smoke. I spit out some residue because it was more toxic than my usual cigarette. But I soon got used to the taste of cigarettes.

"Okay, let's hear it. What you broke into the White House for, and what the power was."

The president said as he smoked cigarettes. Charles straightens up. And he uttered the words of his own self-proclaimed god.

The fun of the gods. Admin Creation. Admin Rebellion. Escape. And now the invasion.

The President's face changed at all times. I doubted whether the young man speaking in front of me was really a psychopath. But the power I saw earlier was disturbing. Moreover, if you believe all that explanation, you can explain everything that is happening in the world right now.

The president wiped out the cigar, which was almost burned to the ashtray. And a new poem came out. I desperately needed nicotine in my overloaded brain.

"So it's the will of the other world that's attacking humanity?"

"First of all, yes."

"Can't you talk directly to the god?"

"It's impossible right now. I've lost most of my strength, and I can't just wander around in my own world."

Charles adds a few words:

"It's a real pain in the ass."

The old man, the will of the world, traveled freely in this world, but it was because the old man was full of strength. The gods who spent most of their strength penetrating the dimensional walls and scattered the rest of their power had no choice but to rely on the human body immediately. Of course, if you become more accustomed to this world over time, you can take your body outside, but you cannot leave the area of the human who held God.

"Then why this world?"

The president sighed. Why did it explode in this world and why did it explode during his term? It was a selfish idea, but it was something I had to do. It was similar, but Charles answered sincerely.

"If you ask me why the will of the world has chosen to invade our world, I will answer you because the gods have weakened the walls of the dimension by fleeing to this world. If you were to ask why the Gods fled the world, they would tell you that it was the Godless world that was closest to the world they lived in."

Yeah, that, too. To a devout Christian president, there was no God in the world, but he threw a counter punch at the heart of the stressed president. The whole faith that has been brought up since childhood is flying away.

"I can't believe what you're saying right now."

"I understand."

Charles admitted it coolly. It took me a week to believe and acknowledge this phenomenon, so I fully understood the President's feelings, even if I listened to God directly.

"Is that why you're here?"

Earlier, the eyes of the president who had a little hostility were still drawn. It is unclear yet, but it seems that there is a clue about the sudden appearance of monsters.

"Yes, and one more thing."

The president listened to Charles.

"Twelve total gods have passed into our world. That means there are still eleven more like me. I was the first to awaken as God in me, but I will also awaken the contractors of other gods in the future."

The President shined. I can't believe there are eleven more people with the terrifying power I saw earlier. As a president working for the benefit of a country, I've been told that I must bring them in.

"Moreover, when the gods crossed dimensions and entered our world, they could not overcome the shock and shed fragments of power all over the world. It's said to fuse with humans. They may not be more powerful than those of us who have contracted with God directly, but they will also be powerful enough. We need to find them and confront the invaders."

According to Charles, the President seems to have found a ray of light to get through this troublesome regime.