The World of Masks

Forklift pulls a big machine out of the truck. Next to him, people took small boxes in groups into the school building. The working foam seemed to move the prey home in case of winter. On one side of the playground, another group of people were stretching in groups of bellows. The person who appeared to be an instructor directed in front of him. He seemed quite skilled, wearing sunglasses and giving orders without hesitation. It was a view of the school grounds where PPSO's people were staying.

At the school gate, there were two soldiers standing with expressionless faces. Jisuk and Eun-hee, who were trying to get into the school after defeating a few mass comedians around them, were stopped as soon as they entered the school. After Eun-hee explained the identity of Jin and showed him the new identity, the two of them bowed down and fell aside. Jinseok and Eun-hee entered the gate.

Jin looked inside the school grounds in front of the school gate. Several people were distracted by their work on a turf covered in blue grass.

"Weren't you there quite early? I don't think we're clear yet."

"Journalism arrived today. Apparently there's a lot of supplies to move, so they said they got here pretty fast."

Well, if you think about the supplies the Allied forces are transporting right now, that should do it. With the exception of aerial forces that can fly and arrive in the sky, military personnel, personal firearms and ammunition, as well as armored power such as chariots, armored vehicles, ammunition, and artillery, are all moving. Since military transport ships are not enough, civilian transport ships are also being commandeered, it was not difficult for the media to arrive now.

A truck swiftly passes by the fence. The people who were waiting immediately latched onto the truck and began to unload the goods. One of them stops moving things as if he had noticed the truth and slowly approaches.

"Hello, Chancellor."

"Good work, Owen."

He was black, smiling with white teeth. This soulful American was one of the superpowers from the United States, and he was also quite intimate with his employees because of his unique attachment and excitement. Jinseok also liked this delightful American.

"Are you moving things?"

"I am. I'm not fit to be snooping around in a room anyway, and I've been plotting a room. All I have left is my strength, so I have to help others. Others are helping others."

I thought I might be in fear of war, but I think I'm getting pretty good at it. When I looked around, I noticed that people with familiar superpowers were helping people to carry things. Charles was there, too. He faced the truth and looked at it, pretending to know it, and continued to do what he had done again. Some of the superpowers were moving things that needed to be mobilized or heavily used by forklifts by themselves. Whenever I did, my colleagues or researchers shouted. Superpowers seemed to enjoy the elasticity subtly.

'Then I thought that the truck rotated faster compared to the heavy equipment prepared .'

The heavy equipment you see is a forklift. But now the forklift driver is just looking at the actions of the superpowers. The superpowers who were stretching on one side of the playground also took the luggage out of the truck and moved the items according to the staff's instructions.

There are about 300 superpowers in this room right now. It was the majority of people who had been found to be superpowers so far. So far, I haven't done a psychic aptitude test on humanity, so that number will increase in the future.

As hundreds of superpowers moved at once, it was quick to move the materials in a large freight car.

"You don't look like you need to help."

Owen turns to the truck, grinning again.

"Hundreds of strong friends. Oops, we don't have time to chat like this. I need to help again, sir."

Owen greets Eun-hee, who was with him, and then runs back to his colleagues.

"Surprisingly calm, right?"

"You'd think there'd be no direct combat."

This war is dominated by traditional soldiers. Though nervous, the superpowers were standing one step ahead of the fear of death and war, unlike the real soldiers.

"So is he."

Jinseok steps into the building without saying anything. It was hard to bear with my mouth twitching because I knew the fate ahead of them. Eun-hee looked similar from the side. The two resisted the laughter of bursting out, leaving the crowded playground and entering the building.

* * *

The sky was blue without a single cloud, and even the blue Tasman was still. It was as if the heavens were celebrating mankind's first counterattack. After a long wait, the day of humanity's march to reclaim New Zealand has finally come. Hearing speeches with the General coming from the loudspeaker, all soldiers slowly begin preparing for march.

Large warships and transport ships fill the sea and the sky is drifting with massive numbers of fighters and bombers. This is what the Alliance looked like when they marched to Normandy to fight the Nazi Germans. In order to fulfill their duty, the soldiers performed their duty quietly.

A handful of large transport ships are full of troops, but there are still massive troops waiting to board the beach. It is literally a huge operation that pours hundreds of thousands into the land. This wasn't the only place to board the troops. Any port of magnitude in southeastern Australia would be burning troops everywhere.

Jinsuk and the people of PPSO were watching from sunny hills.

Shhh!

I don't know how many jet engines I've heard. Thousands of planes have already flown over them to the Far Tasman Sea. Fighters, of course, flew to strategic bombers that are few countries in the world today, including early detectors and aerial vehicles and precision strikes. It was truly spectacular that fighters from different countries could hold the sky side-by-side.

Every time an aircraft flew up, PPSO's people waved cheerfully. They were the first steps in humanity's attack and the beginning of this massive takeover. It was natural to applaud and cheer for the war to save humanity.

"That's a lot of work."

Charles said as if he was tired of being next to him. He was often talking to himself like a madman while talking to Ueron inside, but he could hardly bear to drool and open his chin in front of this scene.

"What does the god inside say?"

Jinsuk asked in a funny voice.

"They say it's amazing. It's just a guess, and it's definitely different from what I expected."

As soon as he finishes speaking, Charles starts mumbling to himself again, "What did Ueron say?" When I listen, I feel like I'm asking about the weapons that are moving with a little grumbling.

"You can win, right?"

One of the women who saw the election fleet leaving from the side toward the horizon said pitifully. The cheers that were heard around me stopped. The sound of the aircraft engines and the sound of the ship's engines rips through your ears. Suddenly the people around him were silent because of what he said, and she was embarrassed with a red face.

"Of course."

Eun-hee answered. She said with a smile on her pretty face and confidence in her voice.

"I'm going to win."

The woman smiled slightly at Eun-hee's answer and nodded together.

Out of the surroundings came the cry of sympathy. Humanity held hands and hoped that monsters, undead, or even a fleet that size would burn all of New Zealand to the ground, would be able to drive them out. Jin, who let people scream for a long time, gathered attention as his strength sank to some extent.

"Here, here! So let's get back to our work. We may be on standby, but there may come a time when we can go on a mission. If that's the case, shouldn't we be sure to provide support to those guys?"

People gave their consent.

"Then let's do our job again. Superpowers continue to measure and train their abilities, and others back up their superpowers. You won't be disappointed with the new equipment we've developed this time."

People roar at the words of Jin. I started riding in groups with the cars that came this far.

Jinseok also followed them and suddenly looked back. The sky and sea were still full of troops heading to New Zealand.

'Good luck.'

Jinsuk whispered to them in his heart.

'If we're lucky, a few will make it back alive.'

Jinjin grins with a gruesome smile as he draws his sword into his mind. He looks at the Allied fleet with a strange smile.