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 exist here?" as he leaped back, startled by the sudden appearance of a man.
Gaige's assumption that this world had skilled individuals who could use stealth techniques, such as ninjas or assassins, was quickly dispelled when he saw the person's imposing size.
"Sumo wrestler?" he wondered aloud, studying the man in front of him. In his previous life as Kim Nery, Gaige had seldom encountered individuals larger than himself. However, this man stood at an astonishing eight feet tall and six feet wide, a formidable combination of bulk and muscle. With a traditional chonmage hairstyle like that of samurai and sumo wrestlers, this unknown figure exuded an intimidating presence.
The giant man casually stood before Gaige, eyeing him as if sizing him up. Swallowing his fear, Gaige adjusted his posture, projecting an air of confidence to match the sumo wrestler's intimidating aura.
"Sorry for startling you, but why are you standing in front of our turf, mister?" the colossal man asked in a timid tone that starkly contrasted with his imposing physique. Gaige was reminded of himself—large but awkward in speech.
"Turf?" Gaige questioned.
"Yes, sir. You can't linger in this place. It's not safe if the leader sees you here. He's a fearsome man."
Gaige furrowed his brow as he continued conversing with the giant man, and the more they spoke, the less intimidating the man appeared. Gaige realized that the man's imposing presence disappeared when he spoke.
"Leader?" Gaige inquired.
"Yes, there's a small gang here."
"You?" Gaige pressed.
Unlike the giant man, who immediately revealed his timid nature, Gaige maintained a calm demeanor as he carefully selected his words to avoid revealing his linguistic limitations.
"Me? I'm just an errand boy, mister," the giant man named Andy replied.
Gaige's eyebrow twitched at Andy's response. Though he maintained his stoic expression, Gaige couldn't help but feel confused and shocked. "An errand boy? Of that size? Has Earth changed while I was away?" he wondered.
Gaige couldn't recall any gang leaders named Axel from his time as Kim Nery. "Hey, Andy! Hurry up, we're hungry!" a slender man called out to Andy from the rooftop, completely ignoring Gaige.
This disregard irritated Gaige and left him wondering why someone weaker like the skinny man could act superior to Andy. Curiosity piqued, Gaige wanted to inquire further but refrained, not wanting to shatter Andy's impression of him as a composed individual.
"Mr. Mister, I'm going up. Please leave," Andy requested before hastily ascending the building's stairs. Gaige observed Andy's struggle through a broken window and couldn't help but question whether the giant man's imposing size was merely for show.
With his curiosity growing, Gaige momentarily forgot his goals of staying low-profile and leading a peaceful life. He closed his eyes and focused on his sense of hearing to eavesdrop on the rooftop conversation. Even though he was on the ground, he could clearly hear their dialogue.
"Huhu, I apologize for being late!"
"You useless idiot! The noodles are soggy now because of your tardiness!"
"I'm sorry! I'll get new ones."
"How long do we have to wait again? Moron! Teach him a lesson!"
As Gaige counted the gang members—twelve in total—he couldn't help but notice how pathetic they appeared while ganging up on Andy. "One... two... three..." he counted aloud. It was annoying to witness a weakling behaving arrogantly, so Gaige decided to intervene. He approached the group and effortlessly lifted Andy away from the mob.
Jaws dropped all around, including Andy's, as everyone was stunned by Gaige's display of strength. Andy, a massive man weighing around 480 pounds and towering above the rest, couldn't believe the power Gaige possessed. However, once the shock wore off, the gang members swiftly drew their guns and aimed them at Gaige.
"Ah, so carrying a gun makes these people feel bold and arrogant," Gaige mused, unimpressed by their weapons.
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
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
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