The revelation hit Gaige like a thunderbolt. As he stared at the screen, the weight of its words pressed down on him, leaving him in a stunned silence. It was a chilling truth he hadn't fully comprehended until now. "One-lifers or all the creatures living on Earth cannot reincarnate and will completely lose their soul, so ghosts and the undead are meant not to exist on Earth. If they do, they are meant to be extinguished." It was a profound realization that shattered the boundaries of his understanding. Until this moment, Gaige had assumed that a purger's sole duty was to eliminate returnees—those who came back from the dead. But the system's message revealed the grim extent of their responsibilities. The eradication of returnees was just one facet of their grim task.“Are you a ghost or a ghoul?” he asked again. “Aren’t you going to answer me?” his tone laced with frustration and impatience. He tightened his grip on the firearm, determined to make this shot count. Confidence surged

Gaige stared at the bullet placed in his palm. It should have been empty and spent, but the one resting in his hand appeared clean and brand new. His gaze shifted to Ellise, who smiled brightly at him even after his attempt to kill her. It wasn't her smile but her unfathomable power that made her truly remarkable. Gaige's curiosity about her race and strength intensified after witnessing the miraculous healing of the hole in her head and the blood returning inside her. The bullet that had struck her wasn't ordinary; it was a purging bullet. He couldn't help but wonder how she had survived, or if his power of purging was truly so feeble that someone like Ellise could casually shrug off his bullets as if they were nothing. Clenching his fist, he couldn't help but reflect on his own weakness at this moment. "Are you manipulating time, or do you possess exceptional regenerative abilities?" Ellise shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Don't bother trying to learn anything about me; I won'

"Bring me back to Earth!" Gaige shouted internally. Gaige awoke in a cold sweat, his heart racing within the confines of his ribcage as he vividly recalled the sensation of a sword piercing his neck. He tried to rise, but he realized he still had no control over his body. It felt as if all his energy had been drained, leaving him unable to even move his neck to look around. His gaze remained fixed on the white ceiling above him. He wondered about his whereabouts, and the only clue was the rhythmic beeping sound of a machine connected to him. "Congratulations on gaining consciousness!" Adal's voice resonated in Gaige's ears. "Am I back?" Gaige asked eagerly. "Yes," Adal replied. "Where am I?" he asked. He had missed the convenience of having Adal by his side. It felt unfair that he couldn't take Adal and the system with him if he were to die here. "You are at Adermodna General Hospital," Adal informed him. "Adermodna? How did I return? What happened while I was unconscious, and

"When are you going to leave me alone?" Gaige asked, his tone laced with irritation. The peculiar arrangement he had with Ellise was starting to wear on his patience. She had promised to support him financially and assist him in his mission, provided he bring her along when he returned to heaven—an empty promise he had no intention of keeping. Ellise, however, seemed oblivious to the true nature of Gaige's celestial origins. "I can't leave my only son, who has just awoken from a coma," she replied with a hint of playfulness in her voice. Gaige rolled his eyes and gestured toward the exit. "I may have agreed to be your son, but I certainly didn't sign up for this level of clinginess." Ellise chuckled softly. "How cold-hearted of you. We are going home." "Home? Will the hospital even allow that?" Gaige raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "Who do you think I am?" Ellise retorted, her confidence unwavering. She was a woman of influence, accustomed to getting her way. Gaige nod

Gaige read a few chapters of the novel and paused when the snacks arrived. His eyes sparkled with surprise as his maid had prepared them in such a short time. The maid served a financier, a rose cake, an eclair cake, and a macaron. She brewed tea right beside the table filled with desserts, filling the room with a sweet and relaxing aroma. Gaige stared at the snacks, unable to decide which one to eat first. He wanted to savor them slowly, so he could remember the taste of the luxury he had always dreamed of. "Hmm! This is great!" Gaige exclaimed. He could barely conceal his delight, but his happiness was interrupted by Adal. [Warning: You have too many unread notifications], the system notified. "Ah, right. I've had notifications piling up for three years, haven't I?" Gaige asked. [Yes, should I read them for you?] Adal inquired. "Don't read everything; it'll take forever. Delete all mission-related notifications; they've already expired," Gaige replied. [Copy], Adal said. [M