The World of Masks

Jinseok lay down like he was lying down and slept for almost two days. The emotional stress of death has pushed the limits of the sinusoidal body to the limit, even if it is possible to photograph foreign heroes in reality because they are not healthy. While you sleep, your death has been replayed in the name of nightmare. Her eyes flash with a eerie feeling of the throat cut, jumping to her feet, and a huff, puff field exhales and wipes the sweat out with its sleeve. At that time, the clothing store, of course, even the bed sheets, were soaked in cold sweat. Jinjin collapsed again because the sticky sweat felt bad, but the energy to move was not as strong as the fingernails. I took it down again and again for two days.

"Phew!"

The user sighs as if the ground is dying and raises its body. The spring of the bed is crunching. I can't feel my strength in my body, so it moves like a ghost. I still wanted to get my mind back on the comfy bed, but my body was honest. My throat was burning, my back was sticking, and I had to forcibly move because of my most urgent bowel movements.

I ran to the bathroom first. I felt like I could endure for two days because I ate and drank only once a day while doing Dungeon activities. After disposing of the stool, I moved to the kitchen. I was going to wet my throat and lay down again. Filling up the camouflage was a bit of a delay. People don't die if they don't eat for a month.

"· · · · · · · · Huh?"

Jinseok stood frozen. I went straight to the bathroom without giving eyes elsewhere, so I could finally see the dining table and objects piled around it. The burning thirst and soreness of the stomach flew away.

"· · · · · · · · · What? This one?"

Through the sheets of paper around the dining table, I approached the dining table as if through the snow. I felt like this was the way I was going through the leaves in the mountains. They were precious to me, but they wouldn't even be inspiring if I piled them up like this. The stone splits through the piled pieces of paper and picks up a yellow object neatly stacked on the dining table. Gold Ingot.

"This · · · · · · · · ·. Is it true?"

I opened my mouth as much as I could and asked "Ew." I felt my teeth prick. Jin took the gold ingot out of his mouth. It was telling me that the sharp dental scuffs on the teeth were really gold. Jinsuk looked back at the dining table. There was a mountain of gold ingots worth seeing in the movies. A yellow glow flashes from the four-layer, pyramid-like gold ingot. The stone that took its eyes off the gold ingot turns its eyes under the table this time. An object that caught Jack's footing with an elongated grip. It was a bill. A bunch of bills tied to a white paper band that came out of a bank, and a bunch of bills scattered like that, scattered around the table. Jinsuk raised a bundle of money at his feet.

"Darlene?"

It wasn't Korean money. It was money on a piece of paper with a picture of a stranger who, if you look at it from the center, would never be an Asian.

"I think it's worth 100 dollars, too."

The bills were clearly printed with the letter 'UNITED STATES OF AMERICA' and the number 100. Jin searched through a bundle of notes tied with his thumb. Glug glug echoes joyfully.

After throwing out a bunch of bills I was holding, I picked up a handful of bills that were scattered randomly at my feet. The bills were crumpled from the palm of his hand. Jinseok sat there and began to examine the bills. There were yuan coins stamped in Korean labeled "The People's Republic of China," yen stamped in Japanese Bank, and coins engraved with letters unrecognized by Jinseong, which could only be expected to be any country in Europe. Korean banknotes were often eye-catching. The scattered bundles of money and bills seemed to have collected all the money in all the countries of the world.

After looking at roughly the bills, the authenticity rose again. And on the dining table, I looked at the objects next to the mountain of gold. Jinsuk picked up one of them. The red object emits a dark light that seems to suck even the soul out.

"Ruby?"

Not only jewelry, but the stone ring that my parents gave me when I was young, and the jewelry that I had touched my parents' wedding ring, I couldn't be sure what jewelry was. It's just a blur of memory from one medium that the red jewel is Ruby. A red jewel about twice the size of a thumbnail emitted a brilliant light reflecting light from various angles, as though it had been polished. Jinsuk holds a jewel in his left hand and lifts a piece of paper off the table with his right hand. A piece of paper with jewels in its left hand. As if he was describing something in English, he did not know the contents of the authentic words that were not very familiar with English, even though the black letters were holding the white paper tightly. But I felt vague about what this paper was.

"Is this a jewelry assessment?"

Jewels have heard of such things. Of course, Jinsuk, a common folk, had never seen it. The jewels and paper seem to be the letters of appreciation. Around where Ruby used to be, various jewels were sprinkled with light. Red, blue, green, and transparent diamonds. I thought I could open a jewelry store with these right away.

They weren't the only ones. There were expensive accessories such as rings and necklaces, and there were various things that could be worth a lot of money. After checking the roughly table and the surrounding objects, the dust removed a chair. A few bills were attached to the leg of the chair that was drawn with a drum. Jinseok sits on a chair with his chin bent and stares blankly at the table and the things that are messing around.

What is this? '

If anyone saw it, it was like a burglar or a robber's house. Stacks of gold and silver, precious metals, jewels, and bills. I felt like I could live with the things that were right in front of me for the rest of my life. The question is, where did they come from? He didn't remember any of this, nor did he have the ability to make money. But like the main character in a movie, another self appeared and stole it from somewhere. There was a degree of severe elixir.

'What I can think of, is a quest.'

When you received the silver coin for your previous quest, the silver coin was placed neatly on the dining table.

'But I've never received a quest.'

That was the question. The quest that was given to you at the time of the previous silver scepter clearly opened the quest window first. But Jin never saw the quest window at the end of that time. Moreover, the difficulty of the quest would be tremendously high if you looked at all the goods around the table. In the past, the price was only 3 kg. I've never received a quest that could bring back such a huge reward, and even if I did, I still can't solve it.

Is this about the dungeon expedition? '

If you insist on hitting them together, the idea will be the closest to the answer. Otherwise, it was not an explanation of the goods in front of me.

He scratched his head roughly. I think I'm going to die because of the bad effects of death, but I have a new problem. Jin-seok got up from the chair. I was going to quench my thirst for the first time. The difference in feet walked in front of the water purifier, swinging the bills roughly. I held the cup in my hand and inhaled it in one mouth along with the cool cold water. The cold feeling shifted over the esophagus and seemed to cool the complicated head somewhat. After roughly throwing the cup into the sink, I think about it with my arms folded. You have to have some merchandise.It's hard to kill this many. There were too many to hide. But I couldn't just let it go. If others see it, how do I explain it? Jinsuk desperately rolls his head, which is still not working.

Ding-dong.

It was the doorbell ringing.

Who is it?

Jinsuk tilted his head. Yoo Rin was the only one who came to her home without her parents, family, or close friends. However, Yurin didn't come by unannounced. Especially now that Yoo Rin thinks she is doing something quite important as a side business. That's why everyone's been calling first. It was a solid ground to focus on exploring the dungeon. You'll be in the game almost all day anyway, so you won't be answering any of Yurin's calls. He gave excuses to cut off the situation that Yoo Rin was calling.

Are you here because you're worried? '

I haven't been able to make a phone call since I've been down for the past two days, so I'm probably just worried about it. But it's Yoo Rin's personality, so I'll call her first and come over.

Jin-seok walked over to the Interphone. As a general trader or religious person, I was willing to expel them without hesitation. But he had to stop when he saw the screen of the Interphone. The one outside was a blonde foreigner.

"Who are you?"

I spoke on the phone with a passive worry that 'What if Korean doesn't speak?'

[Are you Mr. Kim Jin-seok?]

Fortunately, foreigners were fluent in Korean. I can't speak English. 'I don't think I need to take the statement out of my mouth.

"Yes, I am Kim Jin-seok."

Knowing his own name, he didn't seem to be a merchant or religious person. But I couldn't let anything in the house. No one should have to see a pile of unprovokable treasures.

[Nice to meet you, Master. My name is David Martin. I am your slave.]

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Jinseok froze for a moment. I had no idea that a middle-aged adult man suddenly heard the sound of being the master.

Are you crazy?

It was the most reasonable idea. Jinsuk tried to put down his handset without hesitation. I had no intention of dealing with a madman in a complicated situation. However, when I heard it over the handset, I had to stop.

[I'm sure you're embarrassed by the beginners of the masked world, but I am one of the 'goods' that you get from games. There must be a lot of money in your house right now. I'm just like them. And.]

To Jin, who was adamant in unexpected words, David adds the last word.

[My former owner's game ID is Wilkes. The owner is someone you know as Politon.]