Isaac looked at the nametag of his attacker and knew that he couldn't be very old, might even still be in Middle School.
[ToughGuy140]
''D-Drop your weapon!'' ToughGuy140 screamed in hopes of scaring Isaac, but his voice changed to different pitches after each word. The first one was a strong one, the second one was slightly higher, and in the third one, he almost screamed.
''Why would I do that?'' Isaac asked and was ready to press the trigger from a moment's notice, ''You have only one bullet left in the chamber, and you need to hit me in the head if you have any hopes of killing me, but I am confident enough to not let that happen.''
''M-M-My aim is good, I never miss!'' ToughGuy140 bluffed with a face, which said that even he didn't know what he was saying.
''So, you aimed at my leg?'' Isaac said while sneakily pointing at his bleeding leg.
''O-Of course! I-It will hinder your movements and makes killing you piece of cake!'' He smirked like he was proud of his excuse.
''Right...'' Isaac chuckled and said, ''While you have one bullet, I have five.''
ToughGuy140 gulped at the sight of dangerous-looking Musket Rifle. He knew at first glance that it must be a good weapon, but he didn't expect it to have five bullets!
''Since you are so keen on killing me... Why didn't you just shoot me? Why tell me to put my hands up?'' Isaac asked since he was genuinely curious.
ToughGuy140 started sweating as he once again lied, ''B-Because it would have been boring to kill you without doing some small talk first!'' He slightly averted his gaze and used his sleeve to wipe his sweat.
Isaac almost faceplanted, ''So you panicked, gotcha.'' He wryly smiled, and it would have been indeed embarrassing to die that way after surviving the ambush of Ten Thieves.
''I-I didn't panic!'' ToughGuy140 screamed and put his finger on the trigger, which was shaking even more than before.
Seeing the barrel of Musket Rifle gazing at him, he couldn't stay calm, because it looked extremely dangerous weapon! It didn't help to see the sharp metallic blade pointing straight at him.
''What about a truce? We go on separate ways.'' Isaac suggested.
''S-Sure, b-but you have to give me your gun!''
Isaac sighed and shook his head; he felt like he was talking to a brick wall.
A very stupid brick wall...
*CRACK!*
The stone temple trembled, and a sound of something moving was heard.
Both of them widened their eyes in shock as suddenly the tiles beneath ToughGuy140 disappeared!
''Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh...'' His screams were heard as he fell down to the endless pit of darkness.
Isaac rushed towards the hole and didn't see the bottom; instead, pure darkness.
He took a couple of steps backwards and put his hands on the praying gesture, ''ToughGuy140, I hope I never see you again... You were kind of dumb.'' Turning around, he planned to leave the stone temple, but then he heard the sound of wheels turning with mechanical sound.
The stone temple shook around him, almost making Isaac fall down, but instead, he dropped down on his knees and waited for the shaking to stop, so he could stand again, but instead...
*CRACK!*
He heard a cracking sound beneath him, and the tiles below him got cracked in half and underneath Isaac... Pure darkness came visible.
''Oh, fu—'' Isaac's words were cut off as he started falling down to the pitch darkness.
...
''Uhh...'' Isaac's eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was darkness. He couldn't see his body, but he could move his toes and fingers.
''Did I die...'' Looking around him, it indeed looked similar to the place where he got teleported after his death.
But soon, his questions got answers.
He saw a light flickering not far from him, and soon the light was turned on, and he saw a pure white ceiling.
''Ahh...'' Isaac rubbed the back of his head, he felt like he got hit by a blunt weapon.
His vision was obscure and dark; he could barely see in front of him.
''D-Did I lose HP...'' Isaac sighed and said, ''Interface...''
Soon, a holographic screen appeared in front of him, he ignored all of them and looked towards the HP bar, and the sight made him grimace.
[HP: 1/345 - Lizard Scale Armor Effect!]
''Only 1 HP... Fuck...'' Isaac then felt his back being empty and his waist. He looked around and noticed that his Musket Rifle was missing, and so were his ammo pouches.
He quickly checked out his Inventory and saw them being there!
''Why did they get teleported inside my Inventory...'' He thought aloud and tried to take his Musket Rifle out, but an unordinary notification popped up.
[Weapons aren't allowed!]
''Eh?'' Isaac rubbed his eyes and reread the texts couple of times before he came to a conclusion.
He didn't die, but he is in some sealed space.
He tried to send messages to Luna, but none of them got sent.
''Where am I?'' Isaac looked around the room, but it was pure white in colors, he even touched the floor, but it was very smooth, like a glass panel.
It was like he was stuck in a large box with no way out.
Isaac decided to wait first so that his HP would be restored.
He sat down and leaned on the wall, silently thinking about where he was.
He was still wearing his black-colored outfit.
But, even after waiting for 10 minutes, nothing happened.
''That's strange...'' He opened the Interface once again and saw that it had been over 15 minutes till he woke up, and the HP was still 1 HP.
''Don't tell me...'' He covered his face and stood up, ''How can I survive with 1 HP? I will die from a single push.''
His annoyance was clear from his tone, but then...
*Creak!*
He snapped his head towards the direction of the sound, and from another side of the room, a wall was slowly moving up, and the legs of two individuals became visible, and Isaac could barely see what was outside the room.
''This one is Gladiator 678, correct?'' Isaac widened his eyes after hearing the individual's voice and hearing his words; he knew that something was terribly wrong.
Without further ado, Isaac murmured, ''White.'' His black outfit became white, and he quickly covered his head with the hood, and soon he was perfectly camouflaged.
After the wall was completely up. Two individuals were standing in the doorway with a frown on their faces.
The first individual was a middle-aged man with short black hair and a trim beard with a clipboard in his right hand. He was wearing professional attire, which consisted of a white three-piece suit and fancy-looking shoes, ''This is where Gladiator 678 should have been, right?''
The second individual was a beautiful middle-aged woman with dark brown eyes and her brown hair tied in a ponytail. She looked at the clipboard in her hands and nodded with affirmation, ''Correct.''
''How the hell he escaped?! What was his name?'' The middle-aged man asked in a hurry.
The beautiful middle-aged woman went through her papers and said, ''Wraith, a Marksman.''
''Call the Hounds— they should be able to find him.''
''Roger.''
After the wall closed again and the individuals left.
Isaac took off his hood and sighed, ''Why the hell do I always get stuck in these kinds of situations....''