Weapons

Bard: "Mr. Ainz, is something the matter?"

Yimo saw everyone's eyes fixed on him and didn't panic at all. He patted the Riot Shield in his hands and said, "At the start of this game, everyone drew a weapon. As you can see, I drew a Riot Shield, which isn't very good for attacking."

"Eight players have shown their weapons so far."

Tianqi: R1895 Revolver

Rapeseed Flower: UZI Miniature Submachine Gun

Nibaba: RLR Sniper Rifle

Jumbo: Shotgun

Lu Wu: MUP9, commonly known as the Little Pager

Yimo: Riot Shield

The remaining two were the players who hadn't said a word.

A high school student in appearance, nicknamed Lucky One: P1911 Semi-automatic Pistol

A short, unimpressive-looking player with small eyes and a hooked nose, somewhat antisocial, nicknamed "Executioner": Crossbow

Yimo: "I think the remaining four players should show everyone the weapons they started this game with."

"That way, everyone can be on guard. If someone dies without anyone noticing, we can also use their wounds to figure out who the murderer is."

"Right?"

Yimo's suggestion immediately won the agreement of the players who had already shown their weapons. Even Bard thought it was necessary to identify everyone's guns, so he took the lead and pulled his out. "Then I'll go first. I didn't have much luck. I drew a flare gun, which doesn't do much damage."

As Bard spoke, he waved his hand, looking rather helpless.

Yimo saw that his luck wasn't any better and couldn't help feeling a little schadenfreude. He even cracked a joke: "Try firing it into the sky when we get out. Maybe you'll summon an airdrop! You'll be taking off right on the spot, brother!"

Wandering Bard: "I don't think that's very likely, but I can give it a try."

While the two of them were