"Is this world made of small Islands or are there bigger ones?" Elias Gobarau wants nothing but a normal life with his wife. Unfortunately, unforeseen forces have other plans for him as he was swallowed by space and found himself in a world of iceans filled with Islands. ***** Myriad Island is a world where intelligence, strength, fate, luck and even destiny means nothing. The only thing that can keep a sentient being sane was clinging to an ever-abstract concept known as Hope. Follow Elias's journey as he faces dangers of all kinds with the hope of understanding his purpose and possible union with his wife. ***** "Sigh, I left the life of chaos I was born in, how the hell did I end up somewhere worse? Or....is this Hell I was sent to for all the horrible things I was tasked to do?" ***** [Note: No Island is useless, only useless dweller that can't figure out it's usefulness!]
He caressed it with his hand, he felt it was dense. All the other weapons felt hollow, just as they were before they were used, but this one was different.
Gulp!
He swallowed and adjusted by resting it on his shoulder, though its stand on the Marble Counter and he peered through the Telescope.
His right hand slipped through an opening where the trigger was. As the handle where the trigger is was confined in a way.
Still no response. Elias opened a small flat box beside him with ten bullets; each one was as big as his middle finger.
He took one, and a spark of a line of electrical charges moved from his finger, holding it into the bullet.
The bullets were heavy too, as they were made with heavy steel, but after some moment, they became light. He moved the bullet toward the left side hole and pushed it but it didn't enter.