Martial Online.



'Russian Roulette?' Lulu wondered what that was.

Johann intertwined his fingers and looked at the long-barreled gun sitting on the table, wondering what kind of weapon it was.

He couldn't help but feel uneasy about this "Russian Roulette" game.

The two henchmen, dressed in black suits, removed their neckties and straightened their sleeves.

Their faces bore dire expressions, as they didn't expect to leave this room alive.

This was their punishment for the failure of their previous mission.

The only way they would be forgiven was if they survived.

However, a hundred Russian Roulettes later, Russian had still yet to lose, even though the chance of dying was astronamically high.

Russian grabbed the gun from the table and pushed the cylinder out to show six places for bullets. He then spun it around and placed the barrel against his temple, ready to play another round.

"The rules are simple; press the trigger, and if you get your brains splattered all over the wall, you lose."

Lulu's and Johann's expressions fell.

"Only one will leave this table alive." Russian grinned.

They realized the game had taken a deadly turn.

"Let the game begin!" Russian squeezed the trigger, and an empty click echoed in the room.

The silence fell on the room, but after a moment, Russian smiled and passed the gun to his henchman.

"It seems that I survived the first round."

Lulu looked at the scene with cold sweat trailing down her face. She looked very sickly and pale, as if she were about to faint at any moment.

The henchman looked at his boss, Russian, before looking straight into the wall.

He shut his eyes and squeezed the trigger powerfully.

Another empty click echoed in the room.

"Whew..." The henchman heaved a sigh of relief and passed the gun to his friend beside him.

They had undergone a lot together and had become good friends, which was rare in Warhaven.

His friend looked silently at the table, then pressed the barrel against his temple and squeezed the trigger.

Click—a hollow click sounded as nothing happened.

He heaved a sigh of relief and then passed the gun to Lulu, who took it with trembling hands.

'Please, I can't die here!' Lulu looked at the gun with a fearful expression and then pressed the barrel against her forehead.

She closed her eyes and fearfully squeezed the trigger.

Click—just like others, nothing happened.

She flinched after hearing the click, but after a few seconds, she opened her eyes and shed a few tears of joy.

Then she passed the gun to Johann, who looked very serious.

Johann looked at the gun in his hand, traced his finger across the metallic surface, and then slowly moved it against his temple.

He looked at the red-haired Russian and squeezed the trigger.

Click—nothing happened as an empty click echoed in the room.

Everyone turned their gazes to the last person remaining.

"As I stated before, the cylinder only has places for six bullets." Russian smiled.

Lulu and Johann didn't quite understand the complex mechanics of the weapon, but they realized that there was the possibility of firing the gun six times and only once for it to fire.

Thus, now it was guaranteed that whoever shot it next time would ultimately die.

Ambrose took the gun with a cold expression and looked at the dark barrel.

'Typical luck.' He gritted his teeth and pressed the trigger against his forehead without any care in the world.

He had already accepted his fate.

'No hesitation?' Russian's expression widened in surprise. 'At this point, others would've tried to escape, but not him...

'He is ready to die!'

Ambrose gritted his teeth and squeezed the trigger.

Click—shockingly, another empty click echoed, leaving everyone stunned.

An awkward silence fell over the room.

Ambrose looked at the barrel with a frown. 'Does this even work?'

"Oh, I must've forgotten to put a bullet in." Russian laughed heartily and took the gun back.

He then checked the cylinder, and as he expected, there was not a single bullet in there.

Ambrose's eyebrow twitched. 'He must've done that on purpose. What a sick joke!'

Russian then put one copper-colored bullet in and spun the cylinder around before pushing it back into its place.

"Well, let's do this for real."

Without further ado, he pressed the barrel against his temple and squeezed the trigger.

Click—for the seventh time in a row, nothing happened.

"Whew." Russian heaved a sigh of relief and laughed before handing it over to his henchman on his left.

The henchman looked at the barrel, gulped, and then pressed the barrel against his temple.

'This is not where my life ends.' He thought and squeezed the trigger.

Bang—suddenly, a deafening gunshot echoed throughout the room while the henchman's brains splattered across the dull wallpaper.

His life came to a tragic end.

His friend's eyes widened in shock as he watched the horrifying scene unfold before him.

"Mm, time for the second round!" Russian took the gun from the hand of the dead henchman, put another bullet in it, spun the cylinder around, and then handed it over to the second henchman.

"We'll start with you. I will now be the last person to pull the trigger in this round." Russian said with a smile.

The second henchman looked at his dead friend, then pressed the barrel against his forehead and promised to survive this to have a proper funeral for his dead friend.

Bang—after squeezing the trigger, the bullet tore through his forehead, killing him instantly.

"Oh!" Russian laughed and walked over to the second henchman, then put another bullet on the cylinder and handed the gun to Lulu. "The previous two were rather unlucky. Good luck!"

Lulu looked pale and sickly as she raised the gun and pressed it against the side of her temple.

Johann and Ambrose looked silently at the sickly-looking, bearded woman and then saw her squeeze the trigger.

Click—an empty click sounded.

"Haaaah!" Lulu exclaimed and threw the gun to the table, her hands trembling from the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Because of the adrenaline, she couldn't feel the agonizing pain of having her leg cut off.

Johann silently took the gun from the table and carefully inspected it.

It was silver-black in color and had a sleek and polished finish.

Yet this was a weapon of destruction like no other.

'This thing has as much power as my Crimson Bombardment, yet anyone can use it.' Johann frowned and felt like this was far too dangerous a weapon to be held.

'If Russian's words are correct and this thing is still in development, when its finished product, whoever wields this will become ruler of Warhaven!'

He pressed the barrel against the side of his temple and felt the presence of the bullet in the cylinder.

That single bullet had enough power to reap his life—a Vampire powerhouse.

He then slowly squeezed the trigger and felt his arm tremble as the bullet fired into his skull.

The bullet left behind a sizeable hole on the side of his head, and then his head crashed into the table, spilling blood everywhere.

To everyone's shock, an absolute powerhouse with a bounty of nearly half a million silvers died just like that!

Lulu and Ambrose couldn't believe their eyes.

"Oh, he died." Russian nonchalantly said and went to fetch the gun before placing another bullet in the cylinder.

He then smiled and handed it over to Ambrose.

"Your turn."