"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
"Pataaaaal! You're neglecting your bloody job!" Gun yelled as soon as Patal and Lisa returned. They had intended to report to Gaige, but he was presently resting with Ainspenser, so they decided to check on Gun. "What did I do?" Patal asked, gently patting Gun to console him. "You ask? He'll end up corrupted! He's going to marry the woman who killed him!" "Ah, that." "Ah, that? Is that your only response? Even Axel is accepting this too easily!" Gun continued to grumble. Everyone looked at him with soft smiles, as this was one of the rare moments when Gun's shrill voice didn't irritate them. They also missed him as part of their family. "Sir Gun, Lambert isn't a teenager anymore; he can marry whomever he pleases." "They are purgers! Purgers are the most restricted beings in the universe! Do you think a church wedding is a trivial matter? Do you think it's a simple thing? They're going to exchange wedding vows in the presence of god!" "What's wrong with a wedding vow? Everyone do
[Revival complete!] [Notice: Your chance of ascending to heaven as an angel is 1%.] Gaige frowned as he observed the alarming notice on his system. He had almost forgotten that failure to complete the mission would result in his transformation into an angel—a mere work machine. "Hmm, if it's 1% per death, then I'll have to endure a total of 100 deaths before the system determines if I've failed the mission or not. This is quite troublesome. I don't want to become an angel. But I can't simply fade into nothingness either. Screw this life," he grumbled to himself. His internal monologue was interrupted as he noticed his dramatic family gathered around him, all of them looking as if they were mourning someone inside a coffin. "I'm not dead yet," he announced, which only intensified the crying in the room. "Papa, don't leave me!" cried Lambert. "Gaige, are you going to make me a widow even before our wedding?" Ainspenser added. Gaige hugged the two, who looked identical even when t
"What on earth is up with the price of dessert here?" Gaige blurted out. He tried to calculate in his head how much dessert he could afford with his money and felt disappointed that it would only get him a single cake when he had hoped for at least five tiered cakes. "Shall we just go to a nearby bakery?" Ainspenser suggested. "Yeah, let's do that, but everyone should head home first," Gaige said, his tone tinged with embarrassment because he knew that the family wasn't satisfied either due to the limited budget he had. Axel's funds were a secret reserve set aside for necessities and emergencies. Gaige had thought he could treat them to a decent dinner with the remainder of his allowance from the system, but it seemed he would need to wait for the next refill before he could proudly treat them again. "That's alright, boss, we have other plans after this," Axel replied. "All of you? Where to?" "It's something we need for the move." Gaige could tell that Axel was lying. He guessed