In the wake of a devastating war that left cities in ruins and communities shattered, Ademordna stood out as a remarkable exception. While the rest of the world grappled with the aftermath of destruction, this enigmatic country experienced a swift and near-miraculous recovery. Its rapid resurgence, however, concealed a deeper mystery, one that puzzled both its citizens and the international community. The war, orchestrated by an unidentified terrorist group, had inflicted considerable damage on Ademordna's capital and towns. Yet, miraculously, the country seemed to have rebounded almost instantly. Anonymous sponsors poured funds into its reconstruction efforts, enabling the swift rebuilding of vital infrastructure. Medical care, food, and other necessities were readily available, while services such as electricity and water were swiftly restored. Despite the country's miraculous recovery, the trauma and loss inflicted by the war could never be erased. The lingering question of who ha

The nature and motivations of purgers, as well as the hierarchy and dynamics within their group, shed light on the complex world Gaige has found himself entangled in. Purgers are demoted members of heaven, tasked with the challenging mission of collecting points and ascending back to their celestial realm. Their ultimate goal is to return to heaven, and they are driven by their ambition to rank up, as higher-ranking purgers are closer to ascending. The road to heaven is fraught with challenges, and competition among purgers is fierce. High-ranking purgers are the ones nearest to ascending, but the red-belt purger, despite her position, remains far from her goal. The top-ranking purger monopolizes the high-level missions, creating a bottleneck for others striving to ascend. While there are no shortages of targets to purge, high-ranking purgers often avoid low-level missions to maintain their pride and avoid appearing desperate for points. Low-level missions are deemed uninteresting an

Gaige remained disinterested in the red belt purger's name and identity, focusing solely on gathering information about the purger she had mentioned, one who shared the same name as his friend, Andy."So now, are you willing to cooperate?" Gaige asked. He had expected the Redbelt purger to cooperate, but when she reached for her red belt, he frowned. "Do you think I reached my rank through pure luck?" she hissed. "No, but I thought you had a brain," Gaige replied bluntly. He maintained a calm and inscrutable expression, but inside, he was panicking. He no longer had Gun with him, and using his other gun was ineffective. He couldn't even harm high-ranking purgers with simple weapons. In moments like this, he wishes he had a sword. "Haaaa~" He sighed at his own ineptitude and contemplated asking Elisse to craft him a real sword later—not a toy, but a genuine weapon. "Don't underestimate my skills!" she exclaimed. Gaige's hesitance led her to believe that he considered fighting her to

In the midst of a quiet neighborhood in Adermordna, three individuals were engaged in unusual activity on the dimly lit street, with a lifeless body sprawled on the road. The trio, consisting of Gaige, Axel, and Ishya, was silent. Yet an inanimate object was generating a high-pitched noise that pierced the silence. "How long do we have to wait? Fix me now!" Gun demanded impatiently, his voice as loud as ever. He grew increasingly restless while the couple continued to torture the purger in the middle of the street. Fortunately, most people in the vicinity were asleep, allowing them to conduct their activities without attracting attention. They only needed to disable a few CCTV cameras to maintain their anonymity. "I'll have you fixed tomorrow," Gaige replied bluntly. His ears and head ached from the constant error warnings and Gun's ear-splitting voice, which seemed to be engaged in a relentless duet. Gaige had been using his divine powers to calm Gun's frustration, but it wasn't s

Ainspenser sat on the couch by the window in Gaige's room. The gentle drizzle outside provided a soothing backdrop. The cool wind whispered through the slightly opened window, occasionally brushing against her skin and sending shivers down her spine. She felt a sense of comfort in the room, despite the presence of the enigmatic and formidable Gaige. Through the window, she observed the beauty of the weather outside. The raindrops trickling down the plastic ads hanging in the street created intricate patterns on the glass. The gentle sway of the colorful wind chimes near the window produced a soft, melancholic melody that blended with the rain's rhythm. The colorful ornaments above the room's drawers cast a warm, inviting light across the room. Ainspenser couldn't help but wonder how such a cozy and aesthetically pleasing room could belong to someone with Gaige's reputation. It was a stark contrast to her initial impression of him, and it added to the mystique surrounding him. She to