"I pronounce you husband and wife." The priest's voice echoed through the grand church, marking a momentous occasion that would forever alter Gaige Feryuson's life.
Gaige, a knight with a formidable build, found himself wiping his eyes that had grown emotional as he watched the main characters exchange their vows. It was a wedding that had happened much earlier than the original plot dictated.
"You may now kiss the bride!" The priest's proclamation was met with cheers and applause from the gathered guests.
Gaige's ears rang from the sheer volume of the celebratory crowd. He couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph mixed with nostalgia. This marriage marked the conclusion of the novel he had been transmigrated into. None of this would have been possible if he and his group hadn't protected the couple from the chaos and monsters that threatened to disrupt the ceremony.
Yet, as the priest's words of blessing hung in the air, chaos erupted. Beasts and monsters crashed through the church, shattering the tranquility of the moment. Clouds materialized within the high-ceilinged sanctuary, unleashing thunder that reverberated through the stone walls. The altar itself caught fire, and a powerful wind whipped through the church, defying the calmness outside.
Strange phenomena manifested out of thin air, as if the world itself conspired to prevent the wedding. But against all odds, the couple pressed on, determined to seal their love in the face of adversity.
"Shit! Leave me alone!" Gaige grunted, swatting away vines and sharp rocks that surged toward him. His vision blurred as he struggled to maintain his composure. Battling this storm of attacks was no easy feat, even for a knight as strong and powerful as he.
Gaige Feryuson, currently a knight commander and an aura user, was not meant to be a central figure in this world. He was originally sent to this novel as a commoner's son, a weak teenager with low status. But Gaige was no ordinary extra; he held knowledge of the future due to his transmigration. With this knowledge, he had accelerated the novel's ending, turning himself into a commander and rewriting the story's course. He had disrupted the world's order, hastening events by a decade, leaving the world in disarray.
"Look! A massive rift has appeared! We did it!" Gaige shouted with unbridled joy as he witnessed the world of the novel being devoured by a colossal distortion. It was his hope that this would return him to his original world.
As he looked around, a giant snake suddenly lunged at him. Gaige swiftly dispatched it with a swing of his longsword. He sought out his friend Anniston amidst the chaos, waving his sword to catch Anniston's attention.
Anniston was busy preventing the walls and ceiling from collapsing. He could only offer Gaige a nod of acknowledgment. Both men shared smiles, having stood together through countless trials and tribulations. They had helped each other grow stronger, overcoming the odds.
After a brief moment of celebration with his friend, Gaige surveyed the chaotic scene. He deliberately ignored the guests in distress, his gaze fixated on his beloved princess. She twirled gracefully in mid-air, her long skirt billowing, as she simultaneously fought off gigantic bugs and rescued guests—a feat Gaige considered entirely futile.
"They are finally married!" Gaige shouted with exuberance, informing his lover.
Princess Bettine acknowledged his words with a smile and a thumbs-up, her attention briefly diverted from the relentless attacks. She understood Gaige's fixation on seeing the couple wed.
Princess Bettine was well aware of Gaige's obsession with ensuring the couple's marriage, and she couldn't help but be happy for him, even amidst the world's crumbling chaos. She fought valiantly against the relentless onslaught, saving civilians along the way.
As Gaige admired his strong and skilled girlfriend, he couldn't help but reflect on his own feelings. "If only she weren't a novel character, I might fall for her even more deeply."
Then, a troubling thought crossed his mind. "Will she become a real person after I destroy this world?" Gaige had used Princess Bettine as a means to an end, but he couldn't deny the charm she held over him. His heart, once as hard as stone from years in this savage world, had softened to the allure of a character he had initially seen as unreal.
"What will happen to Princess Bettine, Anniston, and the other characters once this novel concludes?" Gaige's thoughts raced as he grappled with the moral dilemma of abandoning them to the devastation of this world.
Determined not to let them face that fate, Gaige resolved to change the narrative one final time. He charged forward, crushing every obstacle in his path as he made his way toward the princess.
The warps surrounding them multiplied, devouring nearly everything in their path.
"Bettine! Come here!" Gaige cried out, reaching for her hand.
Princess Bettine, still some distance away, responded by running towards Gaige, her eyes filled with concern. She kicked off the ground, her determination matching his.
Gaige berated himself for being careless and realizing his true feelings too late. They stretched their arms toward each other, their fingers mere centimeters from touching.
But before they could make contact, the warps consumed them both.
"Bettine!" Gaige's cry echoed through the void as he was pulled away by an unknown force, like a vacuum dragging him in and then expelling him.
"Argh!" Gaige staggered upon landing and scrambled to his feet. He surveyed his surroundings, a new and unfamiliar environment.
"Porta Mariae?" Gaige's recognition was immediate. The triumphal arch behind him confirmed it. He had returned to his previous world.
"I... I'm back? Is this real?" The modern buildings, the bustling city, the electronic gadgets—all felt surreal to him.
"Heh-heh-heh. I really made it back!" Gaige chuckled weakly. It should have been a moment for celebration, but he couldn't shake the guilt of leaving Princess Bettine and Anniston behind.
"Did I obliterate the novel completely, or did it merely reset to its original plot?" He questioned himself, trembling with uncertainty. Crawling with guilt, he began his search to uncover the fate of the world he had left behind.
"I... I need a phone! I need the internet!"
"I need a phone! I need the internet!" Gaige's voice burst with urgency as he scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. He struggled to his feet, determined to seek help from passersby, but an eerie phenomenon unfolded: people actively avoided him. Puzzled, Gaige questioned, "Why are they avoiding me?" His confusion deepened as he realized he was unarmed, having relinquished his sword while sprinting toward Bettine. Yet, the people around him eyed him with a strange mix of caution and suspicion. It wasn't until Gaige glanced down at his attire that he discovered the source of their apprehension. He was still clad in his battle-worn armor, stained with green and red blood that emitted a pungent odor. It was a scent he had grown accustomed to, a daily reminder of the countless lives he had taken in the novel world. But to the people in this world, it was undoubtedly repulsive. "Why am I back in my armor? Did the warp malfunction, causing this error?" Gaige pondered aloud, his brow furrowin
"There's a light. Why?" Gaige approached his front door cautiously, his senses and abilities still intact, allowing him to listen to what transpired within his small apartment. Despite the oddity of the situation, mundane sounds emanated from within, including the drone of a television and the clinking of dishes. Gaige was puzzled by the apparent normalcy within. "Hmm? I can hear someone watching TV. I can hear someone washing dishes too. What's going on?" He stepped back momentarily to recheck the apartment number and the surroundings. He descended the stairs and perused the mailbox, searching for a clue to confirm the passage of time. "I've been gone for a year?" Gaige exclaimed, double-checking the dates on the mail to verify that he hadn't been absent for the same duration as his time in the novel world. "But why is my house occupied by someone else?" The building belonged to his parents, and he had lived alone there. His parents seldom checked on him, making it all the more baff
"What! I died?" Gaige bellowed in utter shock. His voice resonated loudly, echoing his disbelief. While he had contemplated his own death during his interdimensional journey, hearing the news of his own demise still jolted him. Mrs. Jean blinked several times before chuckling at Gaige's reaction, tapping his shoulder with the assumption that he had misunderstood her. "Silly, what I mean is the owner's son died a year ago. Lauren dislikes talking about her son, so I don't know his name. Oh, poor Lauren, his son died so young." "You know – reason - his - death?" Gaige inquired, searching for more details. "Hmm? I can't tell what's true because Lauren refused to talk about it, but rumor has it that the kid died because he was pressured in his studies." Gaige cringed inwardly. While Kim Nery's death might sound dramatic – perishing while studying for an exam – Gaige knew the reality was far less noble. He placed his hand on his forehead, feeling a pang of embarrassment. "Shit, what sh
====== Article 1: "Who is the famous author KimNery?" KimNery, the author of the light novel The Seventh Oath, was like any other young author who dreams of having their books published and becoming a well-known novel loved by the masses. This dream actually came true, but not when he was still alive… Article 2: KimNery died at the young age of seventeen. He was a hard-working student and an author, full of passion. Before he died, he posted a five hundred and ninety-nine-chapter long novel online, and it became famous overnight. However, KimNery never sees his success as he never wakes up from exhaustion and dehydration… Article 3: KimNery's royalties brought millions of dollars to his parents' account! It is the gift of the son who left earlier than his loving parents... Article 4: The Seventh Oath by KimNery is a story that tells the adventure of a teenage boy from low status who paved his own path to becoming a knight commander. He persisted in the extremely bleak and drea
Gaige pondered a perplexing question as he stood in this unfamiliar world: Where had Earth's magic gone? While many believed magic was confined to fiction, it had always existed on Earth, lurking in the shadows, unseen and unexplored. Although humans had established their dominance on this planet due to their intelligence, adaptability, and resourcefulness, they lacked extraordinary powers or supernatural abilities. Magic remained an untapped resource for most people, as their technological advancements rendered it unnecessary. Furthermore, their understanding of life and death as single-life beings with finite souls discouraged them from engaging in perilous activities. Despite their ignorance about what lay beyond death, only a few were risk-takers. Most humans embraced peaceful, uneventful lives. Gaige felt relatively safe, believing no one in this world could match his strength. However, his sense of security crumbled when a potential adversary approached. He mumbled, "Do Ninjas
In a world where each individual had only a single life, destiny and fate rested solely in their own hands. They possessed complete control over how they chose to spend the precious, singular existence granted to them. Even gods and higher beings could not dictate the course of their lives. Earth had been meticulously crafted by divine design, rendering it the ultimate habitat, safe from peril and danger. If individuals waged war and perished, it was their own doing. If they marred Earth's pristine environment and met their end in natural calamities, it was their own doing.If they embraced hate instead of love, if they failed to lead fulfilling lives, if they left behind a trail of regrets, or if they succumbed to evil and twisted paths that prematurely ended their single-life span—it was all their own doing. Yet, despite this inherent responsibility, many remained oblivious to these principles, some driven by sheer stupidity. Gaige observed the weak gang members before him, brandi
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 y
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
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