Twenty-nine days ago, Gaige and the rest of the group hadn't considered the possibility that the Gatling gun wielded by the first purger they killed could come to life. The notion simply never crossed their minds, and they had left the Gatling gun abandoned in a cornfield.
Now, with the shotgun from the recently defeated purger suddenly showing signs of animation, they couldn't help but wonder about the fate of the Gatling gun. This made them wary, suspecting that the Gatling gun might return with an even deadlier assault.
"How dare you kill meeeeeee!" The shotgun's voice emanated from its muzzle, but it remained stationary. Minka kept herself concealed within their hiding spot, wary of the shotgun suddenly firing.
Meanwhile, Gaige acted swiftly, enveloping the gun with his aura. He grappled with the dilemma of how to eliminate a gun, being an object, and unfamiliar with disassembly, as the world he hailed from had no such firearms.
Gaige concentrated his aura into his hands, repeatedly bending and folding the gun. While it continued to scream, the cacophony ceased once Gaige compressed it into a ball, which crumbled into dust.
Thanks to the purger with the shotgun, they learned that killing the purger's body was insufficient; they had to disable their weapon too.
Luring purgers to the poles, poisoning them, grinding their bodies into the tanker, and ultimately dismantling their weapons became their routine for the next hour. The only fortunate aspect was that the purgers approached their building one at a time, and none had yet penetrated their poisonous smokescreen.
"Two to the east, one to the north," Gaige reported to Minka, who relayed the information to the rest of the group. It marked the first time they had to confront three purgers simultaneously, so everyone maintained vigilance to prevent harm to any of their own.
"Let's handle the one in the north. Gaige will contend with the two to the east," Minka declared. It meant they would need to repeat the process without Gaige, with Andy responsible for collecting the incapacitated purger and grinding their body manually.
Their task was considerably easier than Gaige's, who faced two adversaries on the other side of the building. Furthermore, he had to be cautious, as the sound of gunfire could attract additional purgers.
"Stop stealing my target!"
"You're the one encroaching on my territory! Don't follow me!"
"I'm going this way too!"
The two purgers raced side by side, as though in competition. One brandished an AK-47 rifle, while the other dual-wielded handguns.
Gaige remained hidden, hoping the duo would pass by their building unnoticed. However, one of the purgers halted, scrutinizing their hideout.
With a smirk, the AK-47 purger gestured dismissively to his companion, who was just as competitive. Instead of leaving, the handgun-wielding purger entered the yard of the returnees.
Internally cursing, Gaige enshrouded his sword with his aura. Although the sword was originally a toy, it had become the sharpest blade on Earth due to Gaige's aura.
Gaige waited until the two purgers drew nearer, then launched himself toward them with a powerful kick from the ground.
Unfortunately, the purgers displayed remarkable reflexes. The handgun-wielding purger, despite losing a hand to Gaige's initial strike, fired his weapon. Meanwhile, the AK-47 purger shielded himself with the rifle, demonstrating impressive strength that allowed him to counter Gaige and push him back.
"I can smell blood! Impressive! You've slain countless purgers!" the purger exclaimed. In the throes of the purge, he brandished a dagger with madness in his eyes, attempting to stab Gaige while laughing maniacally.
Gaige evaded the purger with the AK-47, but the bullets from the handgun-wielding purger caused him pain as they struck him.
Gaige prioritized eliminating the weaker of the two, the handgun-wielding purger, chasing him relentlessly. After managing to position his sword at the purger's skull, Gaige used it to silence the purger. However, the AK-47 purger continued to shoot into the sky without ceasing, as if his bullets were limitless.
"Stop attracting other purgers!" Gaige barked in his native language as he resumed his assault on the AK-47-wielding purger. With each strike, Gaige endured gunfire and returned with strikes of his own.
Gaige seized the handgun dropped by the fallen purger but found himself unable to fire it. It was his first attempt at using a gun, and he was bewildered by the unfamiliar weapon.
"Fool! You can't fire a purger's gun! Ugh!"
Eventually, Gaige silenced the AK-47 purger by forcing the trigger with his aura. Despite his success, Gaige remained oblivious to the mechanics of firearms.
The AK-47 purger collapsed, seemingly in denial of the gunshot wound to his head. He futilely attempted to reseal the hole with his own blood before succumbing.
Gaige wasted no time, swiftly destroying their weapons. He then transported both purgers to the rooftop, adding them to the tanker where Andy manually ground their bodies.
Andy had anticipated Gaige's assistance in grinding but received none. Instead, Gaige stood on the railing, arms outstretched.
"What's wrong, Gaige?" he asked.
"There's a lot more coming!"
Gaige's voice quivered as he relayed the ominous news to the group. "There's a lot more coming!" Though his speech difficulties lingered, the tension and adrenaline coursing through him were undeniable. Initially, Gaige counted ten purgers, but their numbers swelled beyond twenty, eventually surpassing fifty. He kept his composure, not wishing to alarm the weaker returnees on whose survival he bore responsibility. "Should we retreat?" Andy's voice quivered as he posed the question, echoing the concern in Minka's shaky tone. "Where could we even retreat to?" Minka added, voicing the grim truth: they were completely encircled with no escape route. Sweat beads glistened on Gaige's forehead as he wracked his brain for a strategy to survive the impending onslaught of purgers. Fifty was a staggering number, well beyond their preparations for roughly twenty opponents. They had never anticipated facing more than fifty purgers simultaneously. Gaige mused, "Could there be other tasks for p
While Gaige battled the purgers outside, the shield-protected building provided safety for the five returnees and twelve aliens. None of them had engaged in combat yet, with Gaige single-handedly safeguarding them. However, the constant anxiety had drained their spirits, and they remained vigilant, poised to act at a moment's notice should the shield falter. As the first night of their seven-day hunt unfolded, they understood that they couldn't solely rely on Gaige; their turn to defend would come when Gaige needed to rest. "Could he survive fighting alone?" one of Howl's friends asked, reflecting the group's growing concern. "Boss won't die. He's really strong!" Axel proclaimed confidently. Howl had overheard them referring to Gaige as their "boss" and couldn't help but wonder why Gaige held such esteem among them. Nevertheless, Gaige's presence provided a morale boost, helping to alleviate the mounting tension. "Stay vigilant, everyone," Howl reminded them, pointing to the monit
Gaige's heart raced as he stared at the purger's red shoes, trying to decipher any hidden meaning behind them. The ominous grin on the purger's face sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was dealing with something far more sinister than the average purger. His grip on the sword hilt tightened, and he instinctively took a step back, putting some distance between himself and the enigmatic purger. The tension in the room was palpable, and Gaige could feel the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him. "Relax, Gaige Feryuson. Why are you so tensed?" The purger's question caught Gaige off guard. "How did you know my name?" he retorted, his voice laced with suspicion. The purger merely snorted in response, an eerie sound that echoed through the room. Gaige's discomfort grew, and he couldn't help but feel that this encounter was different from any he'd faced before. "Why do you have to know?" the purger sneered.“It’s something you shouldn’t know.” Gaige
The sound of the shield cracking reverberated through the entire place, a harrowing symphony of despair for those sheltered inside. Anxiety clung to the air, heavy and suffocating. Outside, the purgers raised their weapons, their excitement palpable as they anticipated the shield's inevitable collapse. "The top of the shield is now exposed! Some purgers are jumping down from it! Let's escape to the west! Strazz! Howl! Start letting out the poison!" Rowan barked orders while rushing down the building, Minka at his side. Together, they slid down a tube-like path, an intricate network of passages they had crafted for swift movement within their stronghold. Axel, Andy, and the remaining eleven members of their group hurriedly took the lead, exiting the building through the underground tunnel they had painstakingly carved out over the course of several weeks. "We released the poison from Pole A; hurry before the poison spreads!" Howl's voice crackled over the radio as he and Strazz follo
The purger, adorned with crimson shoes, savored the macabre spectacle before him. Slowly clapping his hands, he gripped a pistol in the other, his eyes scanning the lifeless forms strewn around him. Howl's lifeless body lay nearby, surrounded by others who had fallen to the purger's merciless rampage. "I've reached my quota, and what a thrilling drama I've witnessed! This hunt is truly ingenious!" he proclaimed, arms outstretched, and body contorted in exuberance. Rage and disgust flickered across the faces of those in the room, not only due to the purger's lunatic behavior but also because of the lives he had taken. The captives, including Gaige, Rowan, Minka, Strazz, and two unknown returnees, had been shackled and forced to bear witness. Gaige remained unconscious, and when he finally regained awareness, he witnessed the two aliens being shot in the head. Desperate to escape his restraints, Gaige attempted to harness his aura but to no avail. "Gaige," Rowan rasped, drawing Gaige
"Why am I still alive?" Gaige mused, utterly bewildered by his inexplicable survival. Bound in chains, he gazed upon the crimson river coursing along the concrete floor, an unsettling blend of blood and gunpowder assaulting his senses. His emotionless eyes briefly locked onto Minka's lifeless form before shifting to the others who had once seemed destined to endure this harrowing hunt together. A dry, humorless laugh escaped him as he compared his life in this savage world to his previous existence on Earth. He muttered, "Nothing has changed. I'm still in hell." He sighed, only to flinch at the sudden intrusion of a notification ringing in his head. It had been years since he interacted with Earth's technology, but familiarity returned quickly, allowing him to identify and comprehend the sound. Ding! Shaking his head, he attempted to dismiss the sound, yet it persisted, drawing his attention to a flashing screen before him. He observed it in puzzlement, reminiscing about how Rowan
Emotions are perceived as a blemish in an angel's character. Despite possessing the capacity to experience emotions, angels typically opt for a life devoid of such sentiments. In reality, they are bereft of free will, dutifully executing the directives of their superiors. But what if an angel were to act in accordance with their emotions? This is the catalyst for the emergence of a purger. Purgers, in essence, are fallen angels. They represent ethereal beings who faced divine retribution, leading to their transformation into entities akin to humans in appearance but fundamentally distinct in mentality. Rather than seeking repentance, they nurture a deep-seated thirst for vengeance, a consequence of their expulsion from the ranks of celestial beings. Their actions on Earth escalate into chaos, prompting the establishment of a system and hierarchy designed to control and pacify them. Within this system, exceptional performers earn ranks and rewards, with the promise of regaining th
Gaige carefully draped dirty cloths over the lifeless bodies of his friends, Minka, Rowan, Howl, Strazz, and the two aliens. He gathered them together in one spot, deliberately ignoring the other corpses scattered around him. Sitting beside their lifeless forms, he returned his focus to the system, his heart heavy with grief. His trembling fingers tapped on the first item that caught his attention: [System Status] [Kills] Multiple-lifer: 100,115 Single-lifer: 290 Spirit: 89 Dragon: 1 Gaige couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Is this a combination of the red-shoe purger and my own kills?" As he mulled over the numbers, he muttered, "There's no way there's a dragon here on Earth." Eventually, he concluded that the tally did indeed represent a combination of their kills. After all, he was the only one among them who had slain a dragon and had confronted various spirits since his transmigration. With a sense of grim determination, Gaige turned his attention to the reward lists, eage