[HP Restored.] [It's time to purge, Andy!] [Notice! At this time, he is ranked 115th.] [The system reminds you of your mission.] [Misson: Tame Purger, Andy] Tasks: Prevents Andy from achieving high-rank status. Kill Andy as many times as possible. [PENALTY: Failure to do the task will cause the system to automatically ascend you to heaven. YOU WILL BECOME AN ANGEL.] "Stop repeating yourself, Adal." Gaige grunted. The entire month, Gaige was not feeling well, but he still did what needed to be done for the hunt. He frequented the church every day to continue dropping hints to the purgeable beings under the guise of giving blessings and confession. Additionally, he assisted his family in planning their strategy and plan for the upcoming hunt, as well as in their training to become stronger. Everybody had to put in a lot of effort over the past few weeks to get ready for the terrifying main event, which was hectic and exhausting. "The hunt starts tomorrow;
The air was so brittle it felt like it might snap, and if it didn't, Phutzafghuerh thought he might. He sat with his family, the silence deep and suffocating. The faucet dripped into the sink, each drop resonating around the room like a cymbal, yet no one blinked or moved to stop it. "What is there to say?" he wondered inwardly. Platitudes would be useless at a time like this. In front of him, Axel suddenly stood up. Instead of speaking, Axel began pacing back and forth, contrary to Phutzafghuerh's expectations. The unnecessary pacing only heightened Phutzafghuerh's tension, and Axel appeared equally anxious. It wasn't until Gaige finally broke the silence that Phutzafghuerh felt like he could breathe once more. "Let's wait in the yard," Gaige suggested. "Isn't it safer to stay inside?" Minka asked. "Whether we like it or not, we..." Gaige began, gesturing to himself and the purger. "...and them, would probably be forced to go to Yawyklim, so let us wait outside rather than maki
Once the countdown reached its conclusion, the angels swiftly seized the purgeable beings assigned to them. In contrast, the purgers opted to cling to the angels they had chosen as a means of free transportation. Antur and Eric, limited by their ranks, didn't know how to fly, while Ainspenser, the highest-ranking purger, possessed the ability but chose to accompany one of the angels as part of the plan. Gaige could also fly, not only due to his second-ranking status but also because he was blessed with divine powers. However, he did not follow or cling to the angels. Instead, he remained grounded while the others ascended into the sky and vanished. He flashed a grin at the rest of his family, who were concealed within their house. They all glared at Gaige with palpable tension, as if awaiting his assurance of their success. Gaige's attempts to decipher their expressions proved fruitless, so he issued a command. "Take care of the kids," he said, and Rowan, Straz, and Howl nodded whil
One of the gravest errors the returnees had committed during the hunt a decade ago was their failure to detect the purger who had been concealing their identity among them. This lapse had resulted in a disastrous outcome, making the returnees determined not to let such deception occur again. Not knowing the whereabouts of their adversaries made the situation even more complex and challenging. Hence, Gaige's family's initial mission was to aid the purgeable beings in identifying the purgers who would be hunting them. Their strategy involved tracking down the returnees who had formed their own group, integrating with them, earning their trust, providing them with magic stones, and confirming their ability to purge the purgers. There was no need to actively engage on the front lines; this was the plan they had formulated, and it was what Phutzafghuerh had expected Gaige to carry out. Regrettably, trouble sought him out. The first person Gaige had tested the magic stone on turned out t
"Why is he so noisy?" Lisa mumbled to herself. She was running along the road, oblivious to the traffic. Patal, running alongside her, decided to snatch her phone away since she seemed too engrossed in it to notice her surroundings. "Hey!" Lisa protested. "Focus on the road," Patal admonished. "I'm running just fine," Lisa retorted. "It would be foolish if something happened because you were distracted," Patal said as he tossed her phone back to her. Lisa managed to catch the phone even as they continued running. She secured it in her pocket and said, "You're annoyed with Phutz too, aren't you?" "I'm not annoyed by him," Patal replied bluntly. "You did seem annoyed, though. Are you jealous that he set the record first?" Lisa teased. She almost hit herself on the street lights because Patal suddenly changed his direction. "Hey, quit being so competitive—you are too old for that." "I am not." "Okay. Okay. Whatever." Even though Lisa is aware of how Patal feels, she still teas
"Oh no! The lady escaped!" the purgers exclaimed with feigned surprise. Despite their loud voices, their lack of concern was evident. They also showed reluctance to immediately pursue Lisa. "Do you think she can evade us?" the purger with the red bow scoffed. He then directed his henchmen to go after Lisa, leaving him to face Patal. "I don't think they can catch her," Patal said confidently. He was sure that Lisa was not in any imminent danger, as she was adept at escaping. As the last ones to become purgeable beings, they had accrued significant experience dealing with situations like this. The returnees and aliens had trained them well. Among their instructions were to avoid engaging in conversation with purgers, not to try comprehending what the purgers said, and instead, to focus solely on escape or elimination. Without hesitation, Patal discarded his empty pistol and withdrew the two concealed weapons he had stashed under his vest. "Oh, not much of a talker, are you?" the pur
Patal managed to escape thanks to Ainspenser's assistance. He headed straight for the roof in search of Lisa but found something else instead. "The real thing is more terrifying," Patal remarked. Survivors among the aliens and returnees who had experienced the hunt a decade ago always recounted their ordeals as if they had been characters in a horror movie. To those who were unaware of the true events, it often seemed like exaggeration. However, as Patal observed the scene before him, he realized that the aliens and returnees had described their experiences with complete accuracy. From his vantage point, Patal witnessed the surge of purgers that the others had mentioned. The purgers emerged from their hiding places in a manner reminiscent of a swarm of ants emerging from a disturbed nest. As the moon bore witness to more bloodshed, the night grew even darker. For everyone involved, it felt as though the real hunt had finally begun. The frightened screams of their prey and explos
After centuries of enduring punishment and exile to Earth as a purger, Andy could barely recall the exact transgression that had led to his punishment. His memories were a jumble, and he wasn't even sure if they had become entangled with fabricated recollections. All he knew was that he had been accused, and the people of Heaven had been too indifferent to verify his innocence. Even though his memories were unclear, Andy could sense the depths of Heaven's disdain for him. After a few centuries of pleading to return to Heaven, he had given up. However, the punishment he endured, though seemingly straightforward, was stifling and tested his patience as the centuries passed. It was the monotony of the same routine day after day that wore on him, making life increasingly dull and tedious. While routine could be beneficial, Andy found that repeating the same tasks day after day, extending over centuries, became excruciatingly monotonous. Andy, a purger assigned to the same purging task f