''Bella?'' Isaac entered the kitchen and saw the familiar sight of a black-haired girl dancing around the kitchen while she was doing her magic, called cooking.
After smelling the scent of the food she was making, he was amazed because it felt like she had improved her cooking again!
''Oh, good morning.'' Bella smiled and turned around to see Isaac's satisfied look as he smelled the cooking.
She shyly smiled and said, ''Food will be ready soon.''
Isaac nodded and took a glimpse of the refrigerator, ''I will be out for the whole day. Can I take a few snacks with me?''
''Of course.'' Bella hopped towards the fridge and opened it.
Isaac grabbed a plastic bag and offered it to Bella, who caught it with a smile and started stuffing food inside until it was almost completely filled.
''Here!'' She gave it to Isaac, who took it with gratitude and put it inside his Inventory.
''I am so envious.'' She suddenly said after seeing Isaac storing the plastic bag inside some invisible space.
''Why aren't any of you surprised that Players are able to do it?'' Isaac curiously asked and took a seat at the table.
''Well.'' Bella tapped her chin and shrugged, ''It's a very normal, quite weird question, hehe.'' She gave a small giggle.
''What do you mean?'' Isaac asked with curiosity rising inside him.
''Silly, it's like you are asking how people are able to breathe.'' She tapped Isaac's forehead and hopped back to cooking.
Isaac frowned and started thinking, 'So… NPC's think that Players' able to store items is as common as breathing… Interesting.'
Twenty minutes later, Bella finished cooking.
Isaac quickly devoured the food, even though he felt crying doing so. He couldn't even enjoy the excellent food.
Bella kept smiling the whole duration of the dinner and soon saw Isaac finishing.
''Want more?'' She asked and saw Isaac standing up.
''It was delicious, but I have to go now,'' Isaac said and glanced at the notification that just popped up.
[Legacy Tournament Commences in 2 minutes!]
''Ah, I see.'' Bella smiled and waved her hand as Isaac rushed upstairs.
Isaac soon entered his rented room and went straight to his bedroom.
He sat down on the bed, which wasn't as soft as his real-life bed, but still soft enough.
A holographic screen was floating only a meters away from his face, showing the timer.
[1:32]
One minute and thirty-two seconds remaining.
Isaac wanted to make sure that everything was perfect; he took his Musket Rifle and leather pouch from his Inventory.
He touched the thin blade of the Musket Rifle, which caused a small cut to appear on his fingertip, which soon had blue blood dripping down.
''Sharp… Good.'' He moved the Musket Rifle around and looked inside the barrel, which wasn't that dirty yet, but Isaac made a note on his mind to make sure to clean the barrel once he came back.
It was shiny enough, and that made Isaac pleased.
He tied it on his back, and his gaze landed on the leather pouch.
He grabbed it and started counting the number of bullets he had.
''88… 89…'' Isaac stopped his count at 89 and didn't know whether that was enough, but he knows how to save his bullets if needed.
The leather pouch was tied on his waist, and now, the timer didn't have much left.
[0:10]
[0:09]
Nine seconds remained.
Isaac took a deep breath and kept his eyes open as the countdown was ticking down.
[0:01]
[0:00]
[Legacy Tournament Commences!]
[Good Luck, Player!]
A bright light surrounded the bedroom, and five seconds later, the light disappeared, but this time, the white-haired young man, that was only moments ago still sitting on the bed, had disappeared!
''Isaac, is everything alright?!'' Suddenly, a black-haired young woman came anxiously after the terrifying bright light appeared.
She opened the door to Isaac's bedroom and saw an empty room, void of any life.
''Eh… He isn't here?'' She frowned and didn't remember Isaac leaving through the front door.
''Weird.'' She shrugged and closed the door.
…
Somewhere in White Online.
On top of a massive mountain.
There was a figure sitting on the top of a large snow pile. He had a white ski mask that covered almost all of his face.
He was wearing a full white outfit that made him blend with the snow, and the person needs to have perfect eyesight if they want to get even a glimpse of this man.
On top of his legs was a gun that resembled a lot of Musket Rifle, but it didn't have the thin blade, and it was much shorter as well.
Around the mountain, a massive snowy forest was visible. Everywhere the man looked, there were trees, mountains, and snow, a lot of snow!
''Champions of First Realm of Summer.'' The man said with his powerful voice. No one knew where he was talking to, but he had a certain purpose with each word, ''Welcome to the Fourth Realm of Winter, the final realm before Realm where Gods live…''
He slowly stood up, crunching the snow below him with each movement.
''Haahhh…'' He rubbed his left cheek and soon stood straight.
He wasn't exceptionally tall, even shorter than average height, but not even Gods would make fun of this man because they know the danger he possesses.
''One of you will be my Legacy Carrier… Carry my legacy with pride and failure isn't an option.'' He looked towards the distance, where bright lights appeared, ''Protect whoever you want to protect, and never miss your shot.''
''Missing one shot is a mistake, two shots is a failure, the third shot will be your death.''
He closed his eyes and inhaled the cold air inside his lungs.
He could feel exactly 112 presences, and now, only one thing was remaining before the Legacy Tournament could start.
''Everyone, hear me!'' The man's voice echoed far and loud.
Every single one heard his powerful voice.
''The last one to survive will be the victor and my Legacy Carrier— best of luck to you all, and remember!''
A snowstorm suddenly started blowing around him as his body started becoming transparent.
''The bullet isn't sniper's greatest strength.''
