This was a revolver. Thanks to its physical construction, the odds of a revolver jamming were extremely low-so low they could almost be ignored.
But now it had jammed.
Looking at the gun in his hand, Elliot felt a faint stir in his spirituality.
He moved the muzzle away from his head and pulled the trigger at a patch of ground nearby.
Bang!
The bullet fired successfully.
Elliot aimed at himself again and pulled the trigger.
Click.
The firing pin had clearly struck the primer, yet the round simply would not fire.
Elliot pointed it elsewhere again.
Bang!
He sucked in a breath...
Elliot looked at the gun in his hand and swallowed.
It could not have been more obvious. The gun jammed whenever he aimed it at himself, but worked perfectly when he fired elsewhere.
"No way. Does it really have a will of its own?"
Even Elliot himself was stunned. His guess had been correct: [Philosopher's Stone; the Second] allowed creations to respond to his requests, not because the creations could be controlled.
But because the creations had wills of their own!
Elliot tried extending his spirituality into his hand. The instant it touched the revolver, he vaguely sensed a feeling of delight.
He needed no further proof. He could clearly feel that the will within this creation truly existed.
Elliot swallowed, vaguely experiencing a wondrous sensation, as though he and this gun were one, their spirituality faintly connected!
Elliot aimed the muzzle at himself and pulled the trigger again. This time, the gun fired. The bullet left a faint white mark on his forehead before falling away.
His spirituality stirred again, seemingly reminding him of something. Elliot instinctively glanced at the cylinder. There was only one bullet left.
Elliot raised the gun again and aimed at a