Flintlock Pistol in the real world!
*Bam!*
''Agh!'' A grunt of pain appeared in a small room, which had a bed, a wooden desk, and a window that showed a beautiful view of Stronglord City.
Isaac rubbed his painful butt after crashing down on the wooden floor.
He looked around the room and was surprised to see him being in his rented room and not in the Wild West village.
He soon remembered the world-changing event that happened to him, and first, he thought it was a dream, but then he remembered leaving the Flintlock Pistol there.
''Interface,'' Isaac murmured and went straight towards the Inventory.
He looked around the Inventory but only saw one Flintlock Pistol and not the second!
''It wasn't a dream...'' He took a deep breath and stood up from the floor, only to sit back down on the bed.
''Hahaha...'' A chuckle escaped his mouth, and soon he was laughing until tears left his eyes.