The World of Masks

The quarterback walks out of the command building, avoiding the struggling soldiers. There's been a couple of breaches. I thought he was avoiding himself, but I didn't expect him to be avoiding me like this.

The meeting with the Allied Forces General, the most important matter, has been left unannounced, but the truth has not left Canberra yet. You have to buy the items requested by PPSO's people. I took out the paper I had in my pocket and wandered around the shops.

The faces of the people I met in the store were frozen together. In front of the large T.V. installed outside, there were people with serious faces. At a glance, there was news about this war.

Soldiers were not the only ones who lost their way and were isolated. Few, but also some war reporters. Some journalists were still broadcasting the situation in New Zealand, even in situations where they might not be able to return. The journalists on the screen were a mess. I couldn't eat properly, so I looked very awkward just looking beyond the screen, and some of them were wrapped in bloody bandages. But they never stopped broadcasting even in that situation. They were really the journalists who went to the end to get groceries and batteries from neglected markets, shops, convenience stores, etc.

The view of New Zealand beyond the camera was artificial. Abandoned cities, unpopular villages, and the bodies of rolling soldiers. The word Post Apocalypse matched very well.

He turned away, looking at the reporter who was speaking in a weak voice because he couldn't eat. The anxiety that was spreading around the world was, frankly, unreasonable. I was very satisfied with the fact that I created this situation in the first place. Not even Miller's cold contrast.

'I expected it, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this.'

But what about it? Rather, it's a pleasure to be out of business. Jin was satisfied and drove back to PPSO's temporary headquarters.

After arriving at the headquarters and handing over the goods requested by the people, Jin entered the place where the superpowers were conducting experiments.

"How are you feeling?"

Charles asked me to put down a pile of hamburgers. Charles shrugs as he looks at the comic book, with electrodes in place, his torso torn off.

"Honestly, it's not good. I think I've become a lab rat."

"Hahaha, interesting analogy. But think well. The experiments that lab mice receive are for humans that have nothing to do with themselves, but the experiments that you receive are for you and other superpowers."

Then I winked at one eye.

"We also ensure human rights."

"Of course you are."

Charles grins as he receives a hamburger thrown by Jin.

Jin walks to the researcher, checking the readings at his side.

"What do you think?"

"Amazing. It's impossible to measure scale with machines that we already have."

Maybe he wanted to talk to someone. As soon as Jinsuk asked, the researcher shot at the excited horse and started waiting. You're mistaken. With that thought, Jinsuk smiles awkwardly and turns back slightly. Stay away from researchers who want to show off their research results. It was a lesson I learned thoroughly with researchers in the PPSO.

Before the motors in the researcher's mouth were fully operational, Jin left in a hurry. The researcher, who lost his worthy opponent, returns to his work with a little grass dead.

Jinjin, who ran away to the researcher, approaches Charles again. Charles gives you an intimate look at what happened.

"Great job ritual, right? I don't think the other scientists are afraid of that."

"You must have suffered a lot."

"Are you in a lot of pain? If you look at the figures, you shoot them with an excited voice like a machine gun, and now you can't get used to it, so you can listen to it and go to sleep."

Looks like Charles had a lot going on.

"Honestly, I'm afraid if I look at those excited eyes, I'll just have to dissect them."

Charles sucks his fingers to find out how he ate all those big hamburgers. Then you point your hand at the burger envelope on the table. He asked me to bring it for him who couldn't move. Jinsuk moved his body and brought me another hamburger.

"What about the equipment?"

Charles' hands are filled with a smooth bracelet reflecting a bright light. Charles strokes the cold, inorganic metal bracelet.

"That's okay. No, I was surprised, to be honest."

This bracelet appears to be merely a myriad ornament, enabling Charles to use his abilities more powerfully and more skillfully. Ueron in there was also puzzled.

"I see. That's a relief."

"Is this made of duck halcon?"

The color and texture was clearly gold. But it is never ordinary gold. As soon as it was discovered, all I could think about was Orihalkon and Missy, who were being treated as the most precious metals of all mankind.

"Isn't it very expensive?"

"Expensive. In the case of misrels, it's 100 times the weight of gold. It's 500 times more different with duck cones."

Charles flinches and quickly takes off his hand, touching and sweeping the bracelet. I stretched my arms as far away from my body as possible.

"Do I have to pay for this if it breaks?"

Charles said that with a serious face. Jinseok smiled in disgust.

"It's okay if you don't break it on purpose. It's going to be used by Mr. Charles anyway."

"Oh, really?"

Charles turned white. I felt good about using expensive things myself.

"Don't like it too much. I'm putting it on Charles' payroll."

" I will return this."

Charles extends his bracelet to the stone, with an unfair face like a child who has taken away the toy he gave him. Jinsuk chuckles and shakes his hand. Charles smiles at you, not just for fun. But he said he'd like it soon and put the bracelet back on his arm.

Unlike the world that was so chaotic, people in PPSO continued to live quite relaxed lives.

* * *

Unlike its headquarters to retake the capital Wellington, a group of coalition forces, which were responsible for closing portals throughout New Zealand, took their positions in the nearest Auckland and entered a desperate defense after the North Island was sealed off and the onset of a wave of alien beings.

As New Zealand's largest city, Auckland still had a lot of supplies, such as food, to eat. I drained the oil from the gas station and reservoired the remaining supplies in the city almost like a sweep. But it was a temporary fix. The Allied forces have no choice but to fight for as much supplies as possible. You put your last hope in supplies coming from the outside world. But that hope was fading before their eyes.

Boom!

Another one of the transporter engines caught fire. The waving aircraft looks down at the rider, vomiting black smoke. Pretending to know that the pilot has no control over the fuselage. The plane crashed to the other side of the sea, leaving its long black tail behind.

"You fell again."

A soldier who hides in a concrete building and looks out the window at the air mutters.

The sky was literally torn apart. Many aircraft have been escorted by fighter planes and are scattering enormous supplies. It was a welcome occasion, but the problem was that it wasn't just Allied aircraft in the sky.

Kieeek!

An enormous number of flying monsters and flight grounds were enveloping coalition aircraft, covering the sky in black. Two fighters fired guns and launched missiles at the big flying monsters. The Allied forces had the upper hand. Monsters and undead have fallen enormously. But there were still many more flying in the sky.

They weren't able to keep up with the speed of fighters and transports. However, he was always standing by where the fighters and aircraft would go, blocking the road and charging. Most of the aircraft were sparsely evacuated, but the impact was devastating.

Phew!

Another undead crashes into F35. An undead body shatters in the air. The second half flew away, but the other half hung on the wings of the fighter and attacked the aircraft to the end. Soon, the plane was struck by wings and crashed.

Even under these conditions, the aircraft continued to unload supplies. However, it is rare for the military to reach them safely with supplies waiting for them.

Glug, glug!

A relatively small group of monsters and undead rush at a lower altitude than where the battle was fought. You drill a hole in the parachute, making it almost a mop, and grab the supplies with your strong legs. With the supplies intact, you slowly begin to leave Auckland above the Allied forces. The Allied forces had to look at it foolishly. The aircraft were desperate to deal with the monsters attached to them, and the Allied forces stationed in Auckland did not have a common cannon. If there were, I wouldn't have been able to shoot you because of the lack of ammunition.

The supplies dropped safely to Auckland were still overwhelming. However, given the number of soldiers stationed in Auckland, it was also quite remarkably small.

The Auckland soldiers have one thought at the same time, watching the fight from out of their hands. Living out of New Zealand might be a very difficult thing to do.