The World of Masks

Slowly regains consciousness. The first thing I felt was the soft feeling of a duvet wrapped around my body. The smell of the pungent, expensive disinfectant also irritated my nose. Your body sags like a wet towel. I didn't want to snap a finger.

"Hmm."

Booth opens his eyes. The first thing that caught my eye was the white ceiling. The scaffolding turns its head, forcing it to look away. It was quite a spacious space. The overall image was a white room with an impressive clean interior.

[Good morning?]

I was surprised by the sudden sound of the plague. It was definitely not an audible sound, but a resounding sound of a soul. You turn your head to see who summoned you. But before that, there was a memory in my head.

Sudden noise from the neighboring house, crisis of childhood friends, unknown intruders, and

"Natia?"

The Relic called the name of its god, which I had barely thought of recently.

Yes!

I heard a bright answer. The sound finally caused me to unconsciously smile because I had a really deep joy that the contractor had recognized me.

"Where am I?"

[It's a hospital.]

"Hospital?"

[Yes.]

The contagion was convincing. Given the chaos before the loss of memory, it was clear that he was in the hospital.

I got up a little. A soft duvet flows down the body. The body of the temple was clothed in patient clothing.

"What about Hannah?"

[It's okay, she's in the next room. Fortunately, it didn't look like she was badly hurt.]

"Thank goodness."

The sickness swept my heart away. I didn't seem to have suffered any other injuries when I made him run away, but even the remaining anxiety was resolved after hearing that he was safe by himself.

Natia smiled at the epidemic.

{Good boy.}

I bravely confront my enemies for my friend even though it is a matter of life and death, and even when I wake up I think of my friend before myself. Relic was her favorite contractor to protect the realm of justice along with war.

The pandemic looked around. At this point, I had to tilt my head in order to specifically understand the surroundings.

Hospital?

It was a room unlike any other room he knew. It was not an ordinary room with multiple beds in a large space. The only bed you have is the one you lie on. There were other furniture in the TV, refrigerator, table, etc. There was also a big picture on the wall in the frame.

Is that a single room? '

The only patient in the room is himself, so I'm sure it's not something Natia said that this is a hospital. I can't believe this is the hospital's facility.

Is this money okay? '

I felt that way even when my head was hardly spinning due to fatigue. I already have a thick head, so I know the family fortune, even if it's not perfect. His house is not rich enough to catch a room like this. The news reminds me that the fort is short of rooms, so I have to cry and use an expensive room for mustard.

Suddenly, I was cold sweating. I was worried that my parents might have spent a lot of unexpected money because of me.

It might be funny to worry about money after risking your life to fight, but it was a capitalist society.

At least it's insurance, right? '

At this point, it's best to ask someone. The pandemic looked around. But no one asked the question.

"Mom and Dad aren't coming?"

He said with some disappointment. If your son is usually in this situation, at least one of you should stick together. I felt a headache or sickness for no reason, and my mouth tightened.

[No, they're both here. Now he's gone home to pick up what he needs.]

"I see."

Fortunately, my parents didn't seem to be entirely indifferent to my son.

The pandemic moved a little. The body was still sagging and fiercely rebelling against the owner's remains.

[Don't try to move too hard. After the first Awakening, they fought too hard, and now the body of the plague is suffering from extreme helplessness.]

"That's why."

The remains lie back on their beds.

[It's okay, you'll get used to it in no time. I don't mind if I catch my breath.]

"That would be great."

It's an easy choice.You just have to put yourself on a horse that squeezes its eyelids. The sickness returned to the other side of the abyss.

* * *

A new superpower has been discovered. As soon as I heard that, Jinsuk moved. I left the headquarters and headed to the hospital where a discovered superpower was admitted. In South Korea, it was still crowded today because it was a large, comprehensive hospital with one finger.

"Ah, damn it!"

Charles, who followed the quartz, said he had nothing to do, frowned. Jinsuk also smiled bitterly.

The entrance to the hospital they see. Journalists were already putting up pictures of when they smelled it. Cameras and microphones with hollow waves as well as endless logo messed with my eyes. Suddenly, I pulled a cigarette.

"What do you want me to do? Shall we break through? Or should I come back a little later?"

It was when Charles thought, 'It would be easier to break through the hordes of monsters and undead.'

"Looks like it's too late."

I said it in vain. Charles' expression is hard. I carefully looked at the group of reporters. Among the people looking at the entrance of the hospital like a baby waiting for a mother bird, I saw one looking this way.

Fuck!

Charles spits a curse into his heart. Should we run away with the truth right now? But it's too late. The eye reporter starts dragging you here waxing like he kidnapped a cameraman. The journalist's sudden actions attracted the attention of others. The other reporters and cameramen noticed the inside seats and Charles. No one has to go first. Reporters begin to roar in front of Jin and Charles.

"How do you feel when you're surrounded by hyenas?"

"I didn't want to feel it."

They had no choice but to walk to the hospital. I was surrounded by reporters in an instant. Charles swallows his saliva. He was the one who rushed to the undead army in Australia without hesitation, but his legs trembled at the sight of reporters shaking the ground like the great migration of some African buffalo.

Several microphones were pushed out in front of them. And then there's the storm of questions. The two began to cross the crowd with a smile on their faces. I think of a hard salmon that goes up against the tide.

Luckily, the reporters didn't make it inside the hospital. The guards opened their eyes and blocked the reporters' entry completely, quietly fulfilling their duty. The journalists couldn't make a fuss inside the hospital, so they tasted it again, but they left quietly. Charles gives me the creeps. It was because the journalists retreated, sadly reminding them of the crocodile that had failed to hunt and had lost their appetite again.

"Hey, I'd rather confront the horde of monsters head-on."

"Ah-ha, Charles might as well do that. Monsters of all sizes will be gentle."

"It's much better than being eaten by journalists."

They slowly lobbied the hospital. The people around you are making fun of you. It was because they were more famous than all the other celebrities on the show and caused a commotion with the reporters before they came to the hospital. But no one came close.

Jin-seok asked the usher about the hospital where the remains were hospitalized. The concierge responded more kindly than usual. The opponent is the chairman of a world-renowned large corporation and the most powerful superpower. The usher struggled to lower his heart, which was beating with tension and excitement. I desperately came up with a customer response manual in my head. Luckily, the tongue rolled well.

You leave a short thank-you note, and Jin leads Charles to his room. Examine the guide's words and look at the signboard or ask the people around you for directions or wander around the wide hospital. They were able to get to the front of the room.

"Is this it?"

"Yes, this is it."

Charles saw the patient's name tag next to the door in the room.

"Well, you definitely read 'Seo Yuhwan '?"

Charles stammered as if he had just learned to write.

"You read it well."

"I studied it, and it's easy to write."

Charles shrugs.

Jinsuk tapped the visit.

"Who are you?"

I heard a response from inside the room door. Jinsuk clenched his neck slightly and said softly.

"I am Kim Jin-seok, President of AMSS. Excuse me, can I see Mr. Seo Yoo-Hwan?"

" ."

The answer never came back. It was when Jinsuk and Charles tilted their heads, saying, 'Something is wrong.'

"Now, wait a minute!"

You hear a commotion in the room. You hear a chair pull and feel someone rushing toward the door. The two look at each other and shrug. The name Kim Jin-seok, the president of AMSS, has become famous here.

The door to the room opens, and a woman appears in her mid-40s. He glanced at the confused, surprised, and slightly suspicious eyes.

"How do you do?"

"Yes, yes, hello."

The woman who checked the face of Jin hurriedly bowed her head and received the greeting of Jin.

"As I just told you, I'm here to see Mr. Seo Yoo-Hwan, but is it okay if I go in?"

"D, come in."

Jinhee hurriedly opened the door wide. Jinseok gave a slight ceremony and stepped into the room.

"Hello, Sheyou!"

Charles follows behind him. I waved to the people inside while greeting them in awkward Korean.

It was quite spectacular in the room. It's a one-person room used by the wealthy. The cost, of course, came out of the purse of the truth. Charles looked around the room and said, "Whew! 'and whistled. But what was important to Jin was not this useless large, big, and filthy expensive one-person room.

Jinseok stared at the bed. The man in the white patient outfit was looking at the truth. He was a man of age who had just gone from being a boy to becoming a boy, who had been eaten by youth and matured for a boy. Jinsuk shines an eye. I put a nice smile on his mouth and walked to him.

"Hello, are you Seo Yoo-Hwan?"

"Yes, yes!"

A surprised, engraved voice pops out. You look red, in case you noticed.

"Greetings. I am Kim Jin-seok, President of AMSS."

"This is Charles Lemmington."

The pandemic was chaotic. It was very difficult to meet the most famous people in the world, Jin and Charles, who were ordinary senior three yesterday. I made my voice sweeter if Jinsuk even noticed it.

"There's no need to panic. I'm not like Charles here anyway. Just make yourself comfortable."

"Normal?"

You stare back at Charles with a ridiculous look on your face.

"If you're normal, who's abnormal?"

"Why are you so surprised? Compared to you, I'm just a fragile human being."

[No, that's definitely not it.]

The pandemic shocked me. Voices that ring directly in your head, not through your eardrums. I've heard of this way of saying.

[It's Ueron.]

I heard a voice echoing in my head again. But it was a different voice than the one I just heard. A tinted tone. I've heard it before. A voice that is beautiful, yet strong in will. It was clearly distinguished from the profound voice I just heard.

"Do you know him, Natia?"

[Yes, they do. But he's not a person. He's our Lord. He leads all the gods.]

"Ah!"

The pandemic is astonished. The information that Charles holds about God is widely known to the world, but I don't think it's God. I looked at Charles with astonishing eyes. And you're embarrassed. Charles, of course, sees himself shining even in the lure.

[My child, is the god inside you Natia?]

"Yes, yes!"

Because the fact that the speaker is Joon, who leads the gods, the pandemic responded with more tension. Charles noticed that. He shakes his hand and says,

"Don't be so nervous. He's just a nagging old man now."

[This guy!]

"Why, did you say something wrong?"

Charles and Ueron suddenly start to lose their minds like they're some sort of trio act. The pandemic had to look at me with a dazed eye.

Mate! Mate!

"Come on, guys. Mr. Yoohyun is surprised."

Jinseok clapped lightly and dried them both. Charles and Ueron muted, each with a loud voice. Jinseok looked back at the artifact.

"Don't look so surprised. because that's a little bit of a brotherly squabble."

"No, that is ."

Charles, who was about to protest, had no choice but to keep his mouth shut as he looked at himself. Natia opens her mouth as if she was jealous of what she saw in the temple.

[Ueron can already talk to someone other than the contractor.]

"Yes? Is natia impossible?"

[Yes, I can only hear my voice now.]

It was the first time I didn't know. In addition to the surprise, I felt a small tingling sensation that only he could hear her voice. The pandemic surprised himself and tried to cover up his feelings.

"So it's going to continue?"

[No, once the contagion has become familiar with my powers, it will be possible for me to talk to someone else. Once you get used to it, you'll be able to materialize at the side of the pandemic.]

A slight disappointment has arisen from the fact that her voice is not exclusive. But I soon had other expectations. I think of her in my dream. He was smiling, flapping his innocent wings. You can see it with your own eyes in reality. I desperately suppressed the mouthpiece trying to climb up.

"I'm glad you're getting along with God."

Jinseok sat down by the chair next to the bed.

When I heard that Natia and I were close, I shyly bowed my head. It was like a reaction of his age to be ashamed in front of the woman he liked.

"Is God's honor Natia?"

"Yes."

"Do you mind if I ask what kind of god?"

Jinseok turns to Charles and asks. It wasn't a question to Charles, it was a question to Ueron in him.

[Hmm, Natia. She's the goddess of war.]

Ueron pointed out his memories one by one. It's like telling an old story. For the immortal god, living in this world was a very short time, but I felt like talking about it for a very long time because it was a situation. Halfway through his yearning in the world, Ueron continued to open his mouth.

[She was the goddess of war, best at her own strength. I may be overwhelmed by power if I'm to face it, but there's no god but me to bear her. And justice was served. She was the only one who didn't cooperate when we fought in our world.]

"Oh."

I was amazed by this unexpected remark.

[I tried so hard to stop us from getting confused. I can't lift my head if I think about it.]

"Well, then he's a much better god than you are. Did he really give it to you?"

[Nod.]

After all his sins, Ueron had no choice but to make a sound of agony.

He deliberately ignores the two trying to bicker again and talks back to the plague.

"I'm not just here because I need to talk about listening and what's to come."

Jin shuffles his pockets. He took out a notebook the size of a palm and a fountain pen and posed to be able to take notes at any time.

"Can I hear what you've been going through?"

The horse was polite, but inside it was something heavy that could not be tolerated.

The face of the plague was stiff. In my head, the memories of that time passed again. The battle between Hannah's parents who fell in the sea of blood, Hannah whose clothes were torn and tears were messed up, and the pain and death that cut out a corner of her body.

"Yuyuan!"

Jinhee, who was watching the face of the plague, hurriedly approached the side of the plague. She holds his hand tightly and turns her face to shoot at the stone and Charles. It had already disappeared in her mind that they were world-famous people. In front of the child, the mother becomes strong.

Seeing her face, which was never favorable, the embarrassment engraved on Charles' face. However, his expression did not change.

"That's a lot of questions for a kid who just woke up! Besides, I told the police what was important! Isn't that enough?"

My voice echoes to Jinsuk and Charles. I stared at Jinhee's eyes that were shooting at her. Then I turned my eyes and looked at the remains. His face was still pale.

"I'm sure it's time to tell that story."

Jinsuk simply admitted his mistake. After I got up, I bowed my head to the plague and Jinhee.

"I'm sorry, this is entirely my fault. I'll come back another time."

"No, I don't want you to come."

"You can't do that, ma'am."

I said cut to the bone. Jinhee's unpleasant face, Jinhee raised her head.

"There's a really important problem here. I'm sure it's a lot right now, but I still have to listen to it someday. Even if you talk to the police, it's totally different from what they hear when they're completely out-of-the-box about it. And the power problem for the superpowers is entirely up to our AMSS."

Jinhee bows her head again, seeing Jinhee making a complicated face.

"I'll see you next time then."

Jinsuk turns away. Charles, who looked at Jinhee and Jinhee in embarrassment, shrugged and followed Jinhee. It was then.

"Wait a minute!"

Jinseo stopped walking. I turn my head and look where I hear my voice. The sickness was watching him. There was a firm determination on his face as if he had made up his mind.

"I'll tell you."

"Yuyuan!"

Jinhee panicked. However, the pandemic shakes his head, looking at Jinhee.

"It's okay, Mom. Someday I'll have to tell you something. Besides, I have to be quick to say something to help someone else."

A steady voice. I felt like I had already got my mind together.

[Are you sure you're okay?]

A cheerful voice in my head filled with worries. By doing so, I was able to blow off some lingering hesitation and fear. Without hiding the naturally rising smile, the pandemic was frustrated.

'Yes, I'm fine.'

Jin stared at the memorial. It's like, "Are you sure he's gonna be okay? 'I felt like I was observing. The pandemic shrugged its shoulders to show a little stirring. After a while, Jinsuk smiled.

"You're a brave man. I love those guys."

Then Jin saw Jinhee standing next to the plague.

"That's what your son says. Do you mind if I listen?"

Jinhee looked back at the distraction. But the face of the plague remained unchanged. From Mother's perspective, I wanted to dry it right away. However, Jinhee sighed heavily.

"I like him. What can I do?"

No parent can beat a child. Suddenly, Jinhee's heart was filled with the contradictory feeling of pride and loneliness in the appearance of her son that seemed to have grown up.

I sat down beside the bed of the plague as if there was no longer any hesitation about Jinhee's permission. Then I took out my pen and notebook again.

"Well, first of all,"

Jinsuk slowly began to ask the questions he had prepared in his head.

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