Gaige remained tightly wrapped around Patal. He kept his face buried behind Patal’s back so the angel bothering him would no longer have the chance to put its hand on his mouth. Meanwhile, Patal was entirely perplexed by Gaige’s sudden action. He wanted to know what was wrong with Gaige but he couldn't see his face, only his vibrant scarlet hair.He asked, "Sir Gun, what’s going on?" Patal possessed a license and was registered as a bodyguard, allowing him to carry a gun. Gun, nestled within Patal’s pouch, emitted a sigh-like sound from his muzzle. He then prodded Gaige's side, but Gaige remained unresponsive due to his preoccupation with the angel's insistence on covering his mouth and Adal's incessant notifications. "Hey, let your wisdom core take control. Rest for a while," Gun advised. "What? You want Adal to control my body?" Gaige inquired, his head still lowered as Gun remained concealed inside Patal’s coat case within a pouch. "Just do it. Your wisdom core won’t get you int
The presence of a wisdom core was indeed a rare and unique skill, one that even high-ranking purgers rarely obtained. Gun found it amusing that someone of Gaige's lower rank possessed such exceptional ability, but he wasn't entirely surprised, given Gaige's reputation for unpredictability. The wisdom core operated as an intelligence core residing within a purger's consciousness. Its actions were guided by calculations, not emotions, and primarily aimed to assist and guide purgers in advancing their ranks based on the system's principles. Since Adal's behavior deviated from the typical wisdom core, Gun couldn't help but ask, "Are you really a wisdom core?" Gun felt a chill wash over him as he awaited Adal’s response, hoping that his suspicions were mistaken. There was another even rarer type of wisdom core: the Sentient Intelligence Core, commonly abbreviated as SIC. SIC possessed unique skills, akin to a sentient entity with its own abilities. It was an item imbued with self-aware
Adal had a taste of her own medicine as Gaige bothered her in the same way she had bothered him whenever he went against the system’s norms. Gaige not only amused himself by bombarding Adal’s mind with his silly imitation of her mechanical voice but also released a shrill imitation of a notification bell, further adding to her discomfiture.[Ding-Ding! ERROR! Adal is suspicious!] [Ding-Ding! ERROR! Adal is suspicious!] [Ding-Ding! ERROR! Adal is suspicious!] [Ding-Ding! ERROR! Adal is suspicious!]Adal, who had maintained a stoic demeanor all along, finally learned to frown. She sat up from the sandy ground and closed her eyes, attempting to force herself to swap with Gaige again, but her efforts were futile. She couldn't impose her way back in, leaving her to wonder how Gaige could consistently go against the system when she couldn't even exercise control over what should have been entirely within her purview. Adal heaved a long, deep sigh before resuming her conversation with Gai
The day the Red Shoe Purger caught them, they knew it marked the end of their lives. Not only would it be the end, but they would literally perish into nothingness after being completely purged. It was their endgame. Their resentment and persistence become futile. Their future amounted to nothing. However, because Gaige devoured his friends' souls, they didn't fade into the void. Instead, they could only return as dolls or slaves. On the other hand, Gaige received a second chance—a chance for vengeance—because he had turned into a Purger. Nevertheless, Adal's making him consume a Purger and his friend's soul against his will was a grave injustice. Although he had no memory of the process of becoming one, the thought of consuming another Purger disgusted him. "Why did you turn me into a Purger?" Gaige asked, his voice emanating from inside the system. "I'm not going to answer that," Adal replied bluntly. Gaige was about to erupt in rage, but he paused when Adal continued, "I can m
What would life be without emotions? In a lifetime without emotions, there would be nothing we would care about since there would be no significance to anything. Even as the world ends or death is imminent, we shall merely drift, unconcerned with anything. So, if there are no emotions in life, imagine that we are merely going through the routines of daily life with no desire to pursue our goals or any sense of meaning in life. However, if we lose or fail, at least there wouldn't be any pressure. Angels, on the other hand, appear to be emotionless creatures, but they are not deprived by it. Do you believe the emotionless and deterministic angels would be content with their long life span without the need to strive or just stay apathetic? Or are they really fine by just blindly following all orders from above? Since angels believe that acting through emotion is a weakness, it doesn’t mean that they don’t really have any emotions. They just chose not to outwardly show it or live by
Without pain, Antur's precious wings slowly detached from his ankles, and his feathers dramatically fell out. The wings that had once represented their identity as servants of the gods were slipping away from his grasp. He desperately attempted to halt the process by tightly hugging his wings, but it was a futile effort. [You have been recommended by the God of War, Lord Ydnah, to join the purging.] The word "recommended" grated on him. It was infuriating to read, as there was no way turning into a purger could be likened to a simple job assignment; it was a punishment. But why was he suddenly facing punishment? He had no awareness of the reason behind it, so he implored the flashing screen that continually bombarded him with messages, asking, "Why am I being punished?" However, he received nothing more than an automated response, the same message delivered to countless other angels facing a similar fate. Antur's confusion and frustration mounted as he grappled with this bewilderi
Antur had been overseeing the Ademordna for decades. He recognized the person in front of him immediately, owing to the prominent status of this individual and his family in human society. They were a family closely monitored by the angels for engaging in actions that bordered on purgatory-worthy transgressions. Yet none of them had crossed the threshold to be considered purgeable. It was as if they had an innate sense of when to stop or how to remain just below the criteria for heavenly punishment. However, the angels could do nothing but watch, for there was no evidence to suggest that this human group knew the exact criteria of the purging system. "Please, help me. I can give you anything. I am Eric Thom," Eric pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. Antur, thanks to the unexpected presence of Eric, had been saved from the clutches of his own enemies. Little did Eric know that Antur was contemplating his own sinister plans, for he was the owner of this island. The people who ha
Healing powers were exclusive to beings with light attributes and heavenly creatures. Any creature or attribute associated with darkness and the underworld possessed the ability to regenerate and heal themselves but was devoid of the capacity to heal others. Such entities were often characterized by their selfish and self-centered nature, making the act of healing others a power they would never utilize, even if they possessed it. Therefore, hearing that a human's sibling had healing powers suggested that this person was either a divine being, a saint, or a priest with the potential to contact heaven. This made Antur open to the idea of seeking assistance from Eric's brother, especially since he couldn't come to terms with the severe punishment he had received for merely approaching a divine entity's dwelling. "Everyone is dead. Who will pilot your aircraft?" Antur inquired after they had made their way around Eric's mansion. Antur had incapacitated all the enemies they had encountere