In the Colosseum.
The spectator area for Players who wanted to become Gladiators were bustling with activity.
Currently, most of them were looking straight at the floating holographic screens, where the endgame of the current battle was happening.
Isaac was sitting on one of the chairs, with dozens of Players around him watching the match.
Around him, he heard different kinds of conversations.
''So weak. I would be able to defeat them with ease.'' One of the Players with ordinary brown hair said with certainty.
''Look at him— what the hell is he doing?'' One of the Players pointed at the screen.
Or, more precisely, at the player who was holding Flintlock Pistol.
Isaac also noticed him because he was part of the same class as him, but the skill difference was like heaven and earth.
The Player's way of holding Flintlock Pistol was very awkward, even comical.
He didn't stretch his arms forwards; instead, only halfway, with his elbows pointing behind him.