At that time, laughter filled the shop. ‘Ahaha’ ‘He did it’ and other words were spoken and over the amused chattering, Zekushiido’s speech continued. “...In the end, including selecting stats and skills, it all depends on the player’s real life strengths and abilities...” Suddenly, the voice froze. The crowd in the bar turned back to the panel. Zekushiido, with his mouth still wide open, froze with bulging eyes. His hand raised weakly, trying to grasp the center of his chest. Immediately, his character disappeared, leaving only the polygon chair behind and the host quickly said in panic. “Oh no, his connection seems to be disconnected but he should be back soon, everyone do not change your channel and stay tune...” But no one in the shop heard these words as, in the stunned silence, everyone had turned to focus on «Him». «He» relaxed his aim at the monitor and pulled back his gun holding it horizontally. In this pose, he slowly turned around and looked at the shocked players in the shop. After one complete revolution, he again held his black gun high in the air and shouted. “...This, is real strength, real power! Foolish people, engrave the fear of this name in your hearts!” He took a deep breath- “This gun’s name and I : «Death Pistol» - «Death Gun»!!”