"The strong survive; the weak perish" was the lesson Ellise instilled in Eric from a young age. Throughout his childhood, Ellise displayed no compassion, not even towards her own son. She maintained a demeanor of coldness and ruthlessness toward everyone. As Eric grew older, he became accustomed to his mother's unfeeling personality and admired her formidable leadership skills. Ellise raised him alongside other members, all of whom underwent rigorous training to become masters of assassination and experts in the underworld. Eric had no complaints about his upbringing and was content with how Ellise treated him coldly. However, when Lambert Thom entered the picture, he experienced jealousy for the first time. Seeing his mother treat his step-brother differently stirred feelings of envy within him. His mind drifted back to the memory of his first meeting with Lambert Thom, three years prior, at the former Thom's Corporation headquarters in Ieffam City. Three years ago… Ellise and Eri

Upgrading his weapon hadn't been a part of Gaige's plan, nor had he requested it, yet he was suffering the consequences. Gaige couldn't decide whether to feel indebted to Ellise for the upgrade or to be angered by the excruciating pain it caused him. For the past thirty minutes, Gaige had been coughing up blood, and the ordeal wasn't over yet. It had forced him to grow accustomed to the pain. Meanwhile, the people around him had varying reactions to the sudden and seemingly fatal coughing fit he was experiencing. Eric had left the room, anticipating Gaige's demise due to the massive loss of blood. He lingered for a moment, feeling pity, before rejoining the meeting with Ellise. He also contemplated a dignified burial for his step-brother. Gaige's servants, Patal and Lisa, had given up trying to wipe away the blood. They could only watch as Gaige's entire bed became soaked with it. They knew Gaige would eventually recover due to his healing powers, but they still empathized with the

Individuals with divine powers possess strong immunity and rapid regeneration abilities, eliminating the need for them to chant spells to heal themselves. Their powers work instantaneously to mend their wounds. The only time they must chant a spell or fervently pray to their god is when they suffer severe injuries that their regular health boost can't heal in time. What annoyed Gaige the most was that he had to clasp his hands, pray, and praise his god to regain his deteriorating health. He hadn't practiced the same chants as other saints and priests with similar powers. Gaige had learned only a few chants, primarily those used to create holy shields or weapons. Self-healing, as well as healing others, were skills he'd acquired on his own. A completely self-taught priest. So how did Gaige pray to his god? Certainly not in a holy or worshipful manner. Most of his prayers were straightforward requests for what he wanted; he delivered them like a rascal and spoke his praises crudely. Fo

Purger’s weapons emerged from nothingness. They possessed no souls, bodies, or backgrounds to reflect upon. They simply existed due to the system—a system created to subdue expelled heavenly beings and maintain Earth's exclusivity. Four millennia had passed since the inception of the system, and it was also the duration of the weapons' existence. Initially, they appeared emotionless, mere tools for every purger. However, after millennia of purging experiences, they developed distinct personalities. None of them could die or reproduce; their physical forms remained unaltered. Even if they grew while in the purger's hands, they would reset to their default state upon their purgers' demise. In the end, their lives were a repetitive cycle, shifting from one purger to another, only to reset to their default settings once their duties were complete. The Purgers had no means of escaping their fate. Gun had no complaints. Whatever they had become or whatever their true nature was, he acc

"Did you wet yourself?" Gaige casually asked while he wiped his hand with his handkerchief. Ainspenser's sweaty hands disgusted Gaige, but he looked pleased as he gazed down at Ainspenser, who had collapsed on the floor. "D-didn't I tell you? I just needed a small amount!" Ainspenser exclaimed. She was catching her breath, but she wasn't hurt at all; she was simply overwhelmed with pleasure. "Fine. Then I won't give you anything next time," Gaige replied. "W-wait? You'll give me more?" Ainspenser asked. "It depends on your behavior," Gaige answered. "You can't take that back!" Ainspenser yelled as she stood up. She adjusted herself and then disappeared after saying, "Don't be late for later." "Sure," Gaige responded, despite Ainspenser's abrupt exit. Gaige lay on the couch as soon as he was alone again. He felt extremely tired. Not only was his body drained, but he was mentally exhausted as well. He lay on the couch, his mind drifting as he thought about his upcoming mission. De