Individuals with divine powers possess strong immunity and rapid regeneration abilities, eliminating the need for them to chant spells to heal themselves. Their powers work instantaneously to mend their wounds. The only time they must chant a spell or fervently pray to their god is when they suffer severe injuries that their regular health boost can't heal in time. What annoyed Gaige the most was that he had to clasp his hands, pray, and praise his god to regain his deteriorating health. He hadn't practiced the same chants as other saints and priests with similar powers. Gaige had learned only a few chants, primarily those used to create holy shields or weapons. Self-healing, as well as healing others, were skills he'd acquired on his own. A completely self-taught priest. So how did Gaige pray to his god? Certainly not in a holy or worshipful manner. Most of his prayers were straightforward requests for what he wanted; he delivered them like a rascal and spoke his praises crudely. Fo
"Why is he sticking around us?" Gaige asked, raising his notepad. He and Ainspenser needed to meet as promised to confront Andy tonight, but Eric was following him, expressing concern about his health. Gaige took his time lounging on his bed, hoping that Eric would eventually leave, but he didn't. Even when Gaige left their castle-like mansion, Eric followed him, even in his car. Without worrying that Eric would overhear his response, Patal said, "He might be worried about you." This comment prompted Eric to fake a cough and explain, "Mother won't hurt you for a while if I'm with you." "What?" Gaige furrowed his brows, finding Eric's words incomprehensible. On the other hand, Eric believed that Ellise had been intentionally causing harm to Gaige due to his rapid healing abilities. He saw his mother as purely sadistic and witnessed her torture numerous people as she pleased. Additionally, he was aware that his mother and their organization were involved in various illegal and vile
Purger’s weapons emerged from nothingness. They possessed no souls, bodies, or backgrounds to reflect upon. They simply existed due to the system—a system created to subdue expelled heavenly beings and maintain Earth's exclusivity. Four millennia had passed since the inception of the system, and it was also the duration of the weapons' existence. Initially, they appeared emotionless, mere tools for every purger. However, after millennia of purging experiences, they developed distinct personalities. None of them could die or reproduce; their physical forms remained unaltered. Even if they grew while in the purger's hands, they would reset to their default state upon their purgers' demise. In the end, their lives were a repetitive cycle, shifting from one purger to another, only to reset to their default settings once their duties were complete. The Purgers had no means of escaping their fate. Gun had no complaints. Whatever they had become or whatever their true nature was, he acc
If Gun had eyes, he'd probably be rolling them by now. He couldn't stand watching someone else fall under Gaige's broken yet artfully persuasive style of speaking. Unable to bear witnessing this scene unfold, Gun jumped inside Gaige's shirt and hid there for a while. Meanwhile, Gaige, oblivious to what everyone else was thinking, led the couple to follow him. He didn't want to get back in the car because it would be faster to walk home. Patal saw Gaige walking away and instructed Lisa to follow him, as he couldn't leave the chaos in the middle of the road just yet. "Lambert, you can't just leave like that," Lisa said. She had grown accustomed to speaking informally to Gaige, even if it went against her maid's customs, and it had made her more candid in her actions and words. Lisa was about to nag at Gaige, but he simply glared at her before walking away again.She only let out a sigh before simply following behind Gaige. Axel, who was curious about how he could also serve Gaige,
"Did you wet yourself?" Gaige casually asked while he wiped his hand with his handkerchief. Ainspenser's sweaty hands disgusted Gaige, but he looked pleased as he gazed down at Ainspenser, who had collapsed on the floor. "D-didn't I tell you? I just needed a small amount!" Ainspenser exclaimed. She was catching her breath, but she wasn't hurt at all; she was simply overwhelmed with pleasure. "Fine. Then I won't give you anything next time," Gaige replied. "W-wait? You'll give me more?" Ainspenser asked. "It depends on your behavior," Gaige answered. "You can't take that back!" Ainspenser yelled as she stood up. She adjusted herself and then disappeared after saying, "Don't be late for later." "Sure," Gaige responded, despite Ainspenser's abrupt exit. Gaige lay on the couch as soon as he was alone again. He felt extremely tired. Not only was his body drained, but he was mentally exhausted as well. He lay on the couch, his mind drifting as he thought about his upcoming mission. De
Gaige blankly stared at the upside-down buildings while his body traveled through the air at great speed. As part of their plan, they began their mission with Ainspenser hitting his back with her whip, which instantly sent him flying up into the sky. He wasn't sure if Ainspenser was very good at aiming, but he was descending like a meteorite toward the location they had chosen after shooting up into the sky like a rocket. Gaige crashed inside a worn-out warehouse near a landfill, creating a large hole in it. However, he didn't stop there. The force caused Gaige to crash even deeper into what was really beneath the worn-out warehouse—it was the dungeon Andy had created. Gaige didn't know how many floors he broke through, as he only stopped when he hit the hard ground. "Still alive?" Gun asked. "Barely," Gaige replied. He was speaking Earthling language now, even if it was uncomfortable, because they aimed not to let Andy know anything about Gaige. As a result, despite seeing his targ
Ainspenser and Gun have both told Gaige that Andy loved to mess with people who had high hopes. They informed him that Andy had a hobby of raising someone's hopes to extreme levels, only to shatter them with betrayal or despair in the end. With this in mind, Gun suggested a plan that could exploit Andy's source of amusement. Gun's plan was simple and straightforward, provided Andy performed as expected. "Remember that Andy has many unique skills that we don't know about. When he meets you, he'll probably check your status, your points, and EXP, or even the number of times you've respawned. We don't have that information, so we need to be extra cautious. He'll use that information to toy with you," Gun had warned Gaige. Gaige recalled Gun's words when he had been cautioned about Andy. Fortunately, the system wouldn't reflect his divine powers in his record. If Andy could see his record, he might mistake him for a newly converted purger who was just starting out—an inexperienced and r
A half-hour ago, just before Gaige crashed, somewhere within Andy’s dungeon, five aliens hung on a wall, resembling decorative ornaments in a dimly lit room. They were all chained together by a specially forged chain designed to keep them motionless, like dolls. One of the aliens drawled, "Howl will come and save us soon," which caused another alien to snort with the same low energy. "We’ve been here for too long; give up." The five aliens were all bony and thin, with very little flesh remaining. It was a miracle they were still alive, but the truth was that Andy was keeping them alive—barely. None of them knew how many days, months, or years had passed. All they knew was that they had been suffering for a long time. Three years ago, on the fourth day of the hunt, Andy gathered them together, thinking they were safe with him. However, they ended up imprisoned and hung like wall decorations instead. Their whole bodies ached, but their hearts ached the most, as betrayal was the sharpe