Gaige rushed back to find his son and swung the door open. Relief washed over him as he saw his son was still there. However, another child, who was meant to be him, was also alive. Gaige pondered over the soul inhabiting the second child and what implications this would have for their situation. "W-who are you?" Lambert exclaimed, embracing his brother in a protective manner and gazing at him with his brave, innocent eyes. Gaige felt a surge of pride in his son as he picked him up for the first time, although this action only seemed to startle Lambert. The child began flailing his arms and legs, only settling down once Gaige introduced himself. "I'm sorry. Please calm down," Gaige gently lowered Lambert. "I am Gaige Feryuson." "Our Papa?" Lambert asked, radiating adorableness. Gaige was overwhelmed with the urge to squeeze his cheeks and shower him with kisses, but he reined in his excitement. First and foremost, their safety needed to be ensured. "Yes, son. So, please don't drin
Purgers by birth had the chance to ascend almost immediately, typically within a year after their system was activated. However, the prospect of ascending to heaven only to become a servant of a god was something Gaige had never wanted for his son. He had cautioned his son against undertaking any missions, hoping to keep him on Earth for a free and carefree life, which had always been his dream – a life devoid of worries. Nevertheless, another issue that Gaige needed to address to secure a better life for his son was Ainspenser. He knew he couldn't instantly make her love the child she had neglected for six years. "I'm glad you're back. What caused your delay in returning?" Ainspenser inquired, never letting go of Gaige's arms. She clung to him as though fearing he might vanish at any moment. "Is this the result of giving birth?" Gaige pondered internally, looking at Ainspenser, who appeared genuinely content despite the lingering traces of tears on her face. It was unusual to see
"Where are we moving to?" Axel asked Gaige. He had entered Gaige's room and was taken aback by the sight of Ainspenser, who resembled a tiger, behaving like a domesticated dog, sticking close to Gaige. Lambert, in contrast, clung to his mother and resembled a smaller puppy. While Axel refrained from commenting, Gaige understood that Axel was being polite and not addressing the awkward situation. "I purchased a house in Augriv, Litongon town, when I was still Lambert Thom." "That might not be fine. Lambert Thom is legally deceased. We didn't even register his birth," Axel pointed out, gesturing toward his son. Gaige shot a glare at Axel, causing him to retract his finger. Gaige sighed, recognizing that not only did he have to mend his son's relationship with Ainspenser, but he also needed to make others appreciate his son. He couldn't fathom how the people he had assisted and protected could disregard his real son. He despised their prejudice for mistreating him simply because Lambe
"Damn it," Gaige couldn't help but curse internally. He was rapidly growing bored of being stuck with a bunch of overly dramatic people, all huddled together in an empty coffin. While he was content with their growing strength, their incessant drama always grated on Gaige's nerves. He wished they could tone down their dramatic tendencies, as they seemed to create dramatic scenes at every available opportunity. The present moment was no exception. Nobody had even finished packing and preparing for the move, but they had all come to a halt to mourn the purgeable beings who had perished. A makeshift grave had been set up alongside the other graves, and everyone was crying before it, except Gaige. "Excuse me, we just got home," Gaige grumbled. He turned to look as someone tugged at his clothing. He frowned, as it was yet another dramatic member, Gina and Blink. Gina looked much the same, as elves didn't age as quickly. Blink, on the other hand, bore the appearance of an old man now.
"Hello, oh great Purge! Let's purge a lot from now on," Gun said. For six years, he had uttered those words flawlessly, without a trace of sincerity. The typical reaction he received after speaking right after being summoned as a new partner by a random Purger was always a mix of astonishment and amusement. Purger weapons were capable of speech and possessed their own will, but most of them remained silent, behaving like mere inanimate objects due to their lack of interest in forming connections with random purgers. Only a few, like Gun, would reveal themselves when partnered with an exceptionally remarkable purger. However, since Gun had parted ways with Gaige, he had consistently conversed with his partners to manipulate their purging activities, primarily to undermine the purger and expedite their demise. Gun yearned to reunite with Gaige, but he needed to complete a full cycle of partnerships with all purgers first before he could potentially join forces with Gaige again. Gun r
It had been five days since Gaige Ferguson returned, and he was content with the peaceful days that allowed him to laze around. He shamelessly avoided helping with the move, citing the need for recuperation. No one bothered him. Patal and Lisa were busy searching for Gun. Ainspenser and his son were occupied with preparations for their wedding and baptism. Axel and the others were engrossed in packing and arranging their transportation for travel and the move. "It would be great if I could have some cake at a time like this," he mumbled while gazing up at the clear blue sky, envisioning the clouds taking the form of all the desserts he craved. However, no matter how much he yearned for them, he couldn't satisfy his cravings because the dessert shops were located far from their home, and he didn't want to burden the busy people with buying some for him. Ishya was the only one left who could bake him a cake, but she was preoccupied with taking care of her husband and daughter. She
During Gaige's early years in the world he was transmigrated into, he toiled tirelessly to escape the wretched life of a commoner beggar. Utilizing his knowledge of the novel, he managed to secure a position as a scholar at the kingdom's most prestigious academy. However, just when he thought he had left poverty behind, he found himself tormented by the stigma of being low-born and a denizen of the slums. In his first year in the brutal world of the novel, Gaige had no friends or support. At the brink of surrendering to the relentless bullying from his classmates, the discrimination he faced, and the unwarranted hostilities, Anniston came into his life and extended a hand of friendship. Anniston was like a ray of sunshine, both in demeanor and appearance, with his blonde hair. He played a pivotal role in rescuing Gaige from the torment of constant bullying. However, their journey wasn't without challenges. Even Anniston faced prejudice for befriending someone of low birth. Paradoxic
"I wonder what will fit your breast?" Gaige mischievously said. He played his hands on Ainspenser's chest and bit on her lips before saying, "It would be awkward if you kept silent." "I-it's because you're doing this without warning!" Ainspenser exclaimed. Her naturally pale skin turned more lively, flushed by Gaige's sudden touch. "Oh, should I be sending a memo first before touching my wife?" "Yes, you should." Gaige paused and looked at Ainspenser to see if she was serious, but then they both giggled at the same time upon realizing their odd conversation. They then stopped using their words as they used more of their bodies. On the couch, they stripped each other's clothes, bit each other's neck, and shared their heat skin to skin. "You're more affectionate to me now. what happened?" Ainspenser asked while Gaige was thrusting on top of her. Gaige didn't stop moving and responded to Ainspenser's question with action. They both groaned and moaned before Ainspenser could feel Gai