The World of Masks

Grayett was spending his busy days taking books to help with his research, analyzing the results of his research on the portal, and looking down at the shipments in his name. It was a lump of gold and silver. It's definitely a precious piece of metal, but it's not something that Greyett, who's making quite a lot of money as a professor at a famous university, would flip her eyes and go crazy over. After all, Greyett was a pretty good guy.

"Plain gold, silver only ."

Greyett picks up the enclosed letter. The letters were written about the name of the sender, a light greeting, a few trivial stories, and why this mineral was sent. The sender of the letter introduced himself as a superpower.

Have I ever known a superpower? '

No matter how hard I remembered, the name of the person who sent this letter was not in my memory. She tilts her head, but she reads the letter slowly.

The letter said that gold and silver coincidentally seem to double their superpowers, which was quite surprising and unbelievable. The superpower was also using these materials to send to the authoritative professor, Greyett, to find out more precise results.

Seeing what was referred to as an authoritative professor, Grayett was briefly pleased. But I also looked at gold and silver with sharp eyes for a moment.

"A mineral that enhances the abilities of superpowers." '

If that's true, then it's a huge discovery. In order to learn more about the anti-Semitism, she called the contact information in the letter. But I couldn't talk to the superpowers.

The existence of the superpower who sent the parcel was correct. Unfortunately, a few days ago, the superpower was killed by a terrorist targeting the superpower. He said it was his wife who received the call. She may have gotten lucky with the gold and silver he sent, but she had no knowledge of him at all. Greyett swallows his saliva.

'Then it may be that I'm the one who discovered this mineral and no one will know.'

It was definitely a bad move, but Grayett was thirsty for success and couldn't escape the temptation. Grayett looks at the gold and silver on the table after laying a rough lie on his wife. It shimmers, reflecting the surrounding light, as if trying to corrupt him.

'That's what life is like anyway.'

In order to be more careful, we should investigate the surroundings of the superpower to see if anyone knows more about these items. But without any evidence, Greyett decided that this discovery would be his own.

'Well, that would be if he was right.'

No known superpowers around here right now. It is unclear whether the insistence is true or not.

'Wait, if it's responding to a superpower, maybe it's affecting the portal as well?'

The research on the portal was heavily blocked, so you should try it. Perhaps there will be an unexpected breakthrough. A lot of scientific discoveries don't happen by accident. It's only a matter of time. Greyett takes the gold and silver to the portal.

After a while, Greyett steps out of the doorway with the necessary supplies again. It was a start for a full-scale study. Perhaps it was because he knew that there was a high chance that the superpowers who sent gold and silver a few days ago wouldn't even say a word around him. Just to be clear, this amazing discovery becomes an achievement. Greyett leaves the house again, leaving behind the escorting families.

When you reach the portal, you're cleaning up after yourself in the middle of a battle. Judging by the situation, it was another fight with the monster.

"Have a good rest."

Grayett pretends to know him as he approaches the portal, leaving his luggage in his tent. He's still working hard to collect the remains of the shattered monsters.

"Yes. I don't want to come back here."

"Hahaha, you know the heart. I can hardly stand the thought of pressing gum on the floor of my house."

After a brief farming exchanges with Professor Nitton, Greyett walks back to the portal. I see Flit. Say hello to him and the other professors, and then Greyott dives back into the study. And after that day, not a single monster attack occurred.

* * *

Greyett returned to her private tent, studying the portal late tonight as well. Heavy fatigue troubles him. I want to rest quickly. I took off my shoes and got into bed. The stench of your feet pierces your nose. But it wasn't a day or two, so I was already used to it. I just wanted to.

'It's been a week since the monsters stopped attacking.'

Her body urges her to sleep now, but she can't stop thinking.

Many of the monsters that had raided four or five times a day had been cut off for a week. Everyone was embarrassed by this phenomenon. I contacted the surrounding portal and told them that monsters are still appearing there. The absence of monster attacks is definitely welcome, but the sudden stops that have been happening so far can also shake people's anxiety sufficiently. People were worried that it might be the calm before the storm. In addition, some scientists also expressed regret for the research. Before the monsters appeared, people thought the active portal was also a great research subject.

'There was a battle just before I arrived .'

When Greyett arrives, he's cleaning up the battlefield. Until then, the monster invasion has been active. But as soon as she arrives, the raid stops.

"It can't be because of me, can it? '

Greyett chuckles and turns around. That can't be right. What makes you think monsters stop attacking? Greyett had high aspirations but was not a hyperdelusional patient.

'A slight vibration was observed in the portal to indicate a difference .'

Either the raid on the monsters stopped, or the 'something' that stopped the raid on the monsters caused the portal to vibrate, or something's wrong with the portal itself. However, it was thought that the phenomenon and the monsters' attack had something to do with it.

'Clearly, vibrations have been observed since I arrived.'

There was no such thing as a coincidence.

Is it really because of me? '

I kept thinking I had no reason to do that, but I kept thinking about the possibility. At that moment, something flashed in grey's brain. He jumps to his feet. I quickly searched for the package I brought in my shoes. What he pulled out of his luggage was gold and silver, which he thought might help him achieve his ambitions. Grasping them tightly in both hands, Greyett hurries toward the portal. It was a deep night, but the portal lit up like daylight. Many of the lights installed by the military were illuminating around the portal.

Greyett brings gold and silver to the portal, accompanied only by a deep shadow. The sentries are so far away that they don't know exactly what she's doing.

Whoo-hoo!

The portal vibrations are slightly greater. Grey's eyes filled with joy and desire.

'Maybe this really is why the monsters didn't show up.'

If you use it well, the Nobel Prize won't be a dream either. Grey forgets to sleep and looks at the portal's reaction.

Soon after, a surprising discovery was made public to the world. It was a special gold and silver that was named after Orihalkon and Misril. The two minerals that Gil Greyett discovered, one of the first portal researchers in the United States, surprisingly found the power to suppress the activity of monster-spitting portals. The whole world cheered. A way to escape the horror that monsters might attack themselves, their families and neighbors. Combined with the phenomenon that the first portal researchers recently discovered that portals generate special transmissions, the safety of humanity was able to rise drastically. Track the radio waves, pinpoint the location of the portal, and suppress its activity with OryHalcon or Mythril, and monsters no longer appear in the world. The development of portal suppressors using OryHalcon and Misrills has commenced immediately.

This remarkable discovery won a huge prize and a high reputation. It was a verdict that even asked whether the Nobel Prize was possible. And so the world was engulfed in new hope.

But people didn't know. that there is a person who is silently looking at the incident with a smile on the pitch.