World's Strike (5)

Sudden weight appeared on Isaac's hands. When he dropped his gaze, he saw a musket rifle. The musket rifle was in the color of brown with a sharp and thin blade next to the barrel.

"Musket…" Isaac moved the gun around. Examining it thoroughly. There weren't significant disparities between the current musket rifle and his previous one.

Clank!

He opened the chamber and saw five shells. Isaac lowered his gaze and saw leather pouches still dangling from his hips. Isaac also noticed that his clothes hadn't changed.

Except, the magazines and gun holsters had disappeared. The leather pouch was packed with bullets.

Clink!

Isaac opened the straps and threw the leather pouch to the ground. He bent down and rummaged through the bag. He grabbed a handful of bullets and pocketed them.

The vest's pockets were soon full. The pouch was still half-full. However, Isaac tied the laces and threw the bag away.