Gaige sat back, massaging his temples, as he observed his newfound underlings diligently arranging his makeshift bedding. The crimson fur coat still clung to his shoulders, courtesy of their insistence. It was bizarre, but he had no inclination to shoo them away; the less he spoke, the better.
He had no desire to endure the embarrassment of his peculiar speech patterns.
"Andy," Gaige called, addressing the massive figure who had momentarily abandoned the couch he was attempting to assemble. Andy scurried over in response.
"Who's the real boss here?"
"Y-you?"
Gaige shot Andy an annoyed glare for not grasping his few words right away. Discontent was etched across his face, fueled by his aversion to seeing such a colossal man cower, and his growing frustration with Andy for not standing up for himself and utilizing his strength.
"What a waste of strength and physique," Gaige thought, shaking his head.
He continued to lock eyes with Andy, who fiddled nervously with his shirt. "Did you realize Axel wasn't actually your boss?"
Gaige reverted to his stoic expression, prompting Andy to finish his explanation. "In truth, I... I own this building, but I'm not the boss."
Gaige waved his hand, urging Andy to elaborate further. "Our actual leaders vanished, and it's been a month since. Axel assumed leadership, believing they'd return."
"Why do they mistreat you?"
"Why do I tolerate their mistreatment? They possess guns; the leaders left them for our defense, but they misuse them for nefarious purposes. I can't leave; I need to remain here in case the leaders return."
"Why?"
"In case the leaders return, I must be here."
"Leaders?"
Gaige echoed the word, surprised that they weren't referring to just one person but multiple leaders. How could a group function effectively with several leaders? The curiosity gnawed at him, but his inability to voice his thoughts kept him silent.
"Rowan and Minka typically led our group, but all four of them were strong!"
"Where are they?" Gaige inquired, but Andy remained silent. Gaige was on the brink of resorting to intimidation to extract more information when he perked up, catching what Andy mumbled under his breath.
"I can't reveal that we are transmigrators."
"Transmigrators? Are you?"
Andy's eyes quivered as he wrestled with the decision to disclose his origins. "D-do you believe me, sir?"
Gaige narrowed his eyes, seizing both of Andy's shoulders. His heart raced with excitement at the prospect of encountering another transmigrator. Unable to contain his enthusiasm, he eagerly sought more details.
"I'm a transmigrator too! Tell me everything!"
Andy exclaimed, "W-what? You too?" Realization dawned on him. "You're not proficient in Earth's language, are you?" Gaige released his grip, and Andy continued, "Of course! I returned here a year ago; I've already acclimated." But his bashfulness resurfaced as Gaige questioned further.
"But why are you weak?"
"Any power, skills, abilities, and strength gained from the other world gradually wane over time. The duration of their preservation varies among transmigrators, but only your appearance remains," Andy explained, fidgeting with his nails.
Gaige glanced at his hand, generated a small aura on his fingers, and allowed divine light to dance in his palm. He couldn't fathom life without his powers, and he worried about potentially becoming as feeble as Andy.
A multitude of scenarios raced through his mind as he contemplated how to maximize his remaining powers to avoid succumbing to Andy's vulnerability. Clasping his hand, Gaige resolved to make the most of his lingering abilities, determined not to end up as pitiful as Andy.
"So, where did Rowan and Minka go?"
"Ah, yes, you were asking that." Andy shook his head, as if mentally preoccupied before recounting their story. "Minka possesses a system that can detect newly arrived transmigrators returning to Earth. This group was initially formed to help newcomers adjust to their otherworldly appearances and establish new identities."
"What do you mean?"
"Sir, we're fortunate to have transmigrated into human form. Think about those who ended up as different species."
Gaige nodded in agreement. The plight of transmigrators transformed into non-human entities would be particularly dire. None of them had anticipated being unable to revert to their original selves. The transmigrators in this unfortunate predicament would undoubtedly feel betrayed.
"Why hasn't anyone come for me?"
"When did you arrive here, sir?"
"Today."
"Well, as I mentioned, Rowan and the others have gone missing. It's been a month already. The transmigrator they encountered might be malevolent or dangerous. I hope they're still alive."
Andy sighed before casting an expectant gaze toward Gaige. "What powers do you possess, sir?"
"Why?"
"Could you help me search for them?"
Gaige Ferguson, a knight commander, possessed the rare ability to harness both auras and divinity. He was renowned for his aura manipulation skills, yet he kept his divine powers a well-guarded secret. He had no desire to attract the church's unwelcome attention, firmly believing that a knight's strength surpassed that of a priest. The allure of aura lay in its inherent coolness, a power that Gaige could proudly display on the battlefield. It enveloped him in a protective aura or infused his weapons with formidable might, rendering him nearly invincible. Aura granted him enhanced physical prowess: speed, strength, and durability—a trifecta that divinity could also provide. However, he harbored an aversion to the latter due to the tedious prayer rituals required to invoke its spells. Aura was, in his view, the superior choice, both taunting and undeniably cooler in combat and beyond. "What power do you have, sir?" Andy's earnest question unsettled Gaige. The answer was obvious, but he
Angels, ethereal beings present in all worlds, held the role of overseers created by the gods to watch over their creations. While they observed, angels seldom interfered, making them the least sought-after spirits for those who wielded divinity. This reluctance stemmed from the angels' peculiar personalities. Although angels possessed the capacity to experience emotions, they preferred to remain emotionless, eschewing feelings altogether. They lacked free will, perpetually following the directives of their superiors. Among angels, emotions were seen as a weakness. Gaige couldn't help but be wary of the potential differences between the angels in his world and those on Earth. He pondered if the resemblance between their outward appearances masked fundamental disparities in their principles. With his hands clasped in prayer, Gaige gazed up at the angel, glowing brilliantly against the night sky. Earthly depictions of angels often depicted them as fair-skinned beings perched on clouds
Gaige, unfamiliar with the identities of the transmigrators, decided to entrust the lady in the best physical condition with control of his protective shield. With divine energy gathered in his mouth, Gaige directed her not to speak to prevent spilling the energy, then rushed towards the unknown robed man carrying a Gatling gun. The sudden deep kiss not only shocked the lady but also bewildered the other three transmigrators. None could voice their objections, realizing that Gaige's strange action was linked to the protective shield enveloping them. Without a glance backward at the four, Gaige sprinted toward the mysterious assailant. He deftly cut two corn stalks, converting them into makeshift weapons infused with aura. While the stalks appeared normal, they possessed a sharp and robust edge, capable of dismembering a human. "Shit!" Gaige spun the stalks to shield himself from another volley of bullets. This time, the bullets proved more formidable than before. He kicked off the
Rowan, with his short, straight black hair styled in an undercut and intimidating gray eyes, appeared far from intimidating to Gaige. However, to his group, he radiated a dominant aura, evident in his leadership. But Gaige was disappointed. None of the leaders he had hoped to follow for protection and guidance in adapting to Earth met his expectations. He speculated that these individuals had lost their otherworldly strength due to an extended stay on Earth. Gaige couldn't reconcile the image of these formerly powerful beings with their current vulnerability. "There's no way they escaped from the other world with this level of strength. I'm sure these people were once formidable before coming here." "What are you casting?" Rowan demanded, jabbing Gaige's neck, drawing blood that trickled onto the longsword's blade. Misunderstanding Gaige's muttered incantation in Soleil's language as a spell, Rowan reacted in defense. "Y-you!" Gaige abruptly stood, accidentally causing Rowan to sc
Upon their return, Andy greeted them with a worried expression and a barrage of questions. Gaige allowed the group to have their reunion while he headed straight for the room where he had ordered his subordinates to prepare bedding. However, he found them shamelessly sprawled across his makeshift bed, fast asleep. Gaige was utterly drained. He hadn't had a chance to rest since his intense battles in the novel world, and even after returning to his original world, he had been on the move gathering information. What depleted him the most was expending his powers to assist this group of returnees. Too exhausted to kick his underlings out of bed, Gaige settled for pulling on his red fur coat and lying down on the floor. As the five returnees chatted among themselves, their voices gradually became distant murmurs as his eyelids grew heavier. The following morning, Gaige expected to wake up on the floor. To his surprise, he found himself next to a strikingly beautiful woman, his head nest
The Earth was a peculiar place. A world inhabited by single-life beings, where death meant the end of existence. There were no second chances or afterlives here. Earth's survival rate stood high compared to other worlds with monsters, magic, and supernatural creatures. It was a less savage place, where a single life was deemed sufficient for all. Yet, every now and then, souls with multiple lives found themselves lost and stranded on Earth. To rectify this anomaly, "they" would send these lost souls to worlds where their existence matched. However, once one experienced life on Earth, the desire to return here would overpower any longing for a life of perpetual struggle. The transmigrators' ultimate goal had always been to return to Earth. They yearned for a life free from bloodshed and endless battles. Yet, upon their return, they were met with cold rejection. Earth was exclusive to single-life beings. Everyone and everything here had but one life to live; a single life was the sol
In the heart of the day, the sky stretched out like a breathtaking canvas, adorned with shades of tranquil blue and milky white. These were the mornings Earth was meant for – green plastic lawns, garden chairs, weathered wooden porches, and delicate butterflies pirouetting above the steamy urban pavements. The sky, deep and serene, stretched infinitely, punctuated by sugary-sweet clouds. Gaige inhaled the nostalgia-laden breeze, savoring the tranquility. There were no monsters lurking on the ground, no wyverns soaring through the sky. This serene morning would have been perfect if it weren't for the existence of the purgers. "This is only the second day," Gaige muttered, his thoughts serving as a reassuring mantra, an attempt to quell the rising tension within him. "Why are you breathing this polluted air?" Minka's voice pulled him from his contemplation as she stepped out of the glass door of the department store. Gaige had decided to accompany Minka on their city stroll, his pres
"Howl, work your magic on calming them down," Rowan ordered, rubbing his temples as he wrestled with thoughts. Facing multiple purgers at once was an insurmountable challenge. Gaige might have the strength to survive, but the rest of the group lacked the power to confront even a single purger with their current abilities. Rowan continued massaging his temples, pondering how they could endure this impending ordeal. "Did the spirit give any indication of how long this hunt will last?" Rowan inquired. "No," Gaige replied. "How generous of her to leave us in suspense," Rowan quipped with a wry smile. With Howl's group now calmed, they looked to Rowan with hope, eager for him to devise a plan to save them. Rowan sighed, understanding their anxiety. Their one advantage lay in Gaige's divine powers, sealed onto parchment paper for convenient access to healing spells. However, healing wouldn't be of much use if they died. He mustered his composure, addressing the group once more. "Firs
Once Gaige Feryuson returned to Earth, the system was no longer with him or anyone else. He was overjoyed when he gazed into his reflection and saw his appearance revert to what he recognized as his original and very first identity—the average-looking Kim Nery. Though he looked plain, weaker, and less imposing than the main character-like appearance of the Commander Knight Gaige Feryuson, he loved his Kim Nery look because it granted him more peace and a sense of calmness. "Papa! You look uglier!" Lambert pointed out, and he immediately jumped into Gaige's arms when he noticed him descending the stairs. "You don't have to be rude anymore," Gaige said. He laughed at his son's apt remark. "Bert, the purger system is all gone," and he gave him a kiss in appreciation for the fact that his son still recognized him despite his current downgraded appearance. Lambert pouted, causing Gaige to laugh even louder. Lambert said, "I am just being honest, papa." Everyone gathered one by one, draw
The chaos surrounding Gaige Feryuson showed no signs of abating, even after the one who initiated it had perished. Explosions and fires raged, and the air echoed with screams and cries. The streets were strewn with corpses and blood, and despair loomed over everything. Gaige Feryuson realized that the world had indeed been abandoned because the once-familiar skies were now devoid of the countless angels he had grown accustomed to seeing. For Gaige, it was far from comforting to gaze up at a clear sky for the first time without spotting any celestial beings lazily drifting through the heavens. Despite the departure of the immensely powerful creator, this didn't imply that only humans would remain. The remaining purgeable beings still existed, and although their extraordinary abilities would gradually wane, new returnees would continue to arrive. This was a fortunate development for the returnees and transmigrators, although not all of them were benevolent; some certainly posed a thr
Each existing world has its own set of rules and foundational principles. Whenever something or someone violates these laws or disrupts the foundation that sustains its existence, the gods, along with the celestial beings, step in to intervene. The Purger system is one such example of divine intervention. Its purpose is to ensure that Earth remains exclusive to single-lifers, and this exclusivity serves a specific objective. Single-lifers are inherently less powerful than multiple-lifers, making purgers indispensable for Earth's stability and balance. However, the gods retain the freedom to abandon a world if it becomes excessively troublesome and burdensome to maintain, regardless of the significance of its inhabitants. In the case of Earth, the loss of an archangel, a significant decrease in the purger population, and a recurrence of errors have made the gods less inclined to rectify the situation and more inclined to forsake the world. Abandoning a world is a relatively straigh
Gaige Feryuson and his family had safely departed Yawyklim City. Each member settled into their seats while Gaige piloted the minibus. It was a moment of respite, albeit brief, as an unexpected and massive explosion rocked the entire city of Yawyklim. Gaige slammed the brakes suddenly, causing all his passengers to lurch forward, then quickly settle back in their seats. Everyone peered out the windows, their curiosity piqued by the sudden explosion. "Hasn't the hunt concluded?" Cain inquired. In response, the others simply shrugged, equally perplexed. As they were leaving, they had witnessed angels descending from the sky. They assumed it was the angels' responsibility to restore order following the hunt's chaos. They didn't quite comprehend the methods the angels employed. Gaige mumbled, "Hmm, it's not the angels." He enhanced his vision using his divine abilities to see farther and observe the events unfolding inside the city. Although his vision was somewhat limited, it was enou
The administrators and gods had convened in one place to investigate the individual responsible for tampering with Earth's purging system. They had initially waited patiently for Andy YDna's summons, but several seconds had already passed, and the elusive purger had yet to appear. The significant time difference between Earth and heaven meant that waiting for even a brief moment in heaven translated to hours on Earth. The delay in receiving the summons was causing irritation to mount among those gathered. One particular god, his patience worn thin, unleashed his frustration upon the system administrators, angels, and toads. "What is going on? How much longer must I endure this waiting?" he growled. As a god vented his frustration, the surroundings quaked, and those beneath him gasped for air, momentarily losing their ability to breathe due to the sheer force of his presence. "Please, remain calm," Lord Lintian urged, trying to maintain composure. He sighed while his hands were occu
Ainspenser couldn't comprehend why everyone was staring at them with evident dismay. Frustrated by the situation, she questioned, "Why are they acting like this?" Gaige Feryuson, however, merely let out a heavy sigh and chose to ignore her inquiry. The murmurs from the onlookers continued, with voices speculating, "Which side is he on?" In reality, Gaige didn't align himself with either side. He walked away from the gathering to avoid getting caught up in the brewing drama. As all eyes followed him, they were taken aback when Gaige's fist struck something that appeared invisible. A resounding noise filled the air, and an invisible figure was sent tumbling. The invisibility spell concealing Andy shattered upon impact with the wall. He struggled to regain his footing but couldn't utter a word. Gaige reappeared in front of Andy, aiming his gun at Andy's forehead and firing without uttering a word. The sudden gunshot sent shockwaves through the onlookers, rendering them momentarily sp
The Central Plaza was enveloped in the suffocating aura of death. Purgers opened fire fervently, even before they touched the ground. Fortunately, the purgeable beings were ready. Those with the ability to create shields covered those charging forward, allowing the others to engage the purgers immediately. As the two sides collided, the area became drenched in blood, and the acrid scent of death hung heavily in the air. The triumphant shouts of the enemy were nauseating, but no one wavered. "We can win!" declared one of the leaders upon seeing the purgers sustain more damage. The initial elation and confidence of the purgers quickly dwindled as the purgeable beings gained the upper hand. No one had expected these typically fearful and feeble individuals to respond with such ferocity. It caused the purgers to feel iffy about the sudden change. Also, the purgers' morale declines even more as they worry that they might not respawn as a result of the system's ongoing failure to co
Except for Gaige and Ainspenser, everyone had gathered at Yawyklim Central Plaza. It was an unprecedented occurrence during the hunt, where opposing sides engaged in direct combat instead of scattered skirmishes. Purgers typically operated individually or in small groups, and rarely had they united en masse. On the other hand, purgeable beings were usually helpless and unprepared during the hunt. However, this time, they had learned how the hunt worked and gained the knowledge of how to combat purgers. The fear and vulnerability that once filled their eyes had given way to determination and a will to survive through their own strength and abilities. All of these changes had come about due to the efforts of both Andy and Gaige. Gaige had successfully persuaded the purgeable beings to cooperate, while Andy had effectively led the purgers. Even the angels observing from above found themselves anticipating the outcome of this rare event. With no clear distinction between hunters and pre
A gentle breeze carried an oily scent through the air. Distant roars, initially faint and unclear, gradually intensified in volume and significance. Suddenly, Gaige Feryuson found himself in an open, expansive area that left him feeling uneasy. Perplexed by his circumstances, Gaige slumped down, gazing vacantly at the sky while making feeble attempts to grasp at the mud beneath him. "Why am I in the mud?" he wondered, his words being spoken with his mouth but only echoing within his mind. As he continued to survey the peculiar scene, he struggled to recall what he might have forgotten. Just then, a powerful gust of wind tore through the space with swiftness. However, the wind seemed to be coming from his eyes, so he turned his head to the side to shield himself from it. Gaige's face stung as the mud struck him with force. It was at that moment that the open space abruptly transformed into a confined area, resembling a dungeon. "Haha! Seriously." He laughed as he finally realize