"Howl, work your magic on calming them down," Rowan ordered, rubbing his temples as he wrestled with thoughts.
Facing multiple purgers at once was an insurmountable challenge. Gaige might have the strength to survive, but the rest of the group lacked the power to confront even a single purger with their current abilities.
Rowan continued massaging his temples, pondering how they could endure this impending ordeal.
"Did the spirit give any indication of how long this hunt will last?" Rowan inquired.
"No," Gaige replied.
"How generous of her to leave us in suspense," Rowan quipped with a wry smile.
With Howl's group now calmed, they looked to Rowan with hope, eager for him to devise a plan to save them.
Rowan sighed, understanding their anxiety. Their one advantage lay in Gaige's divine powers, sealed onto parchment paper for convenient access to healing spells. However, healing wouldn't be of much use if they died.
He mustered his composure, addressing the group once more. "First, we have a month to prepare. I hope that's enough."
"Actually, it's precisely 28 days, thirteen hours, and 45 minutes," Minka corrected. She urged them to utilize the angel's precise timing information to their advantage.
"Alright, Minka, you'll be our timekeeper," Rowan conceded.
Rowan shifted his attention to everyone, his voice filled with gravitas. "Now, let's share our powers and capabilities. Gaige, if you're uncomfortable revealing yours, you don't have to. Just promise not to abandon us."
All eyes turned to Gaige, waiting for his response. He hadn't committed to the group yet, and despite the camaraderie, they feared he might decide to go it alone.
"At the very least, we need your shield," Rowan added, hoping Gaige would consider protecting someone he'd just met.
For Gaige, Rowan's words implied a front-line role as a shield.
Gaige demonstrated the sturdiness of his shield, revealing how he could grant control of it to others. He also showcased the strength of his aura, leaving the group with the expectation that he would be their frontline protector.
"I'll stay," Gaige declared.
The group cheered briefly at Gaige's decision, but their elation was tempered by his refusal to reveal his powers.
With Gaige's commitment secured, they proceeded with the sharing of abilities.
"I'll begin," Rowan said, rising to his feet. "I still have my system, but I've lost combat and stealth skills. My health, strength, and vitality are now average."
Minka inquired about his knife skills, which remained intact, making it the only skill he could use for combat.
Minka then shared her abilities. "I can still conceal this building from purgers' detection, though they'll notice us if they enter. I retain tracking skills, but they're limited to our immediate area."
"Any other useful aspects to your system?" Rowan asked.
"None, just these abilities," Minka replied.
Rowan motioned for Strazz to speak.
"I can still release poisonous fog and smoke, but controlling it is more challenging, and we might be at risk of poisoning ourselves," Strazz explained.
Howl followed, saying, "I can still run fast and efficiently, and my group can craft weapons as long as we have materials. However, my group specializes in the backline and isn't adept at combat."
Andy added, "I've lost everything, except my large physique and stealth abilities."
Gaige listened intently to everyone's skills. He believed that they weren't a hopeless group. He had an idea but struggled to convey it due to his language barrier.
Instead, Gaige simply said, "Tell me about the purgers," gathering more information to finalize his plan before sharing it with the group.
"You want to know what we've learned about purgers?" Andy clarified.
"Yes," Gaige replied.
"Well, the one thing all purgers have in common is that they're psychopaths," Andy explained.
For most people, death remains shrouded in mystery and fear. Perspectives on what awaits in the afterlife vary widely, each one as bewildering as the next. But for the purgers, death is an unyielding certainty. Purgers, blessed with unnaturally long lifespans, bear the weight of knowing that this existence is their sole chance. They grapple with the awareness that death holds no second chances or reincarnations for them. They are trapped in an irrevocable decision, forced into their grim profession by various pressures beyond their control. Many returnees painted purgers as psychopaths due to the brutal and vicious manner in which they eliminated their targets. However, these actions were driven by a deep-seated rage toward returnees. It had become second nature for purgers to harbor intense hostility, leading to savage murders. Minka, clenching her fists in frustration, shared their cruel fate. "Purgers are never content with merely ending our lives. They take pleasure in tormentin
Twenty-eight days had passed, and the night sky glittered with stars, as though they might cascade like snowflakes at any moment. Gaige and Minka, stationed on the rooftop, gazed up at the tranquil sky, counting down the minutes until the angel's prophesied hunt would commence. "Five minutes left," Minka announced over the stolen handheld two-way radios, one for each of them. This ensured that everyone remained in constant communication, both inside and outside the building. The group had divided into three teams: Minka and Gaige were lookouts, Rowan and Andy served as decoys to lure the purgers into their carefully constructed traps, and Straz, Howl, and his friends manned the control room. Howl would oversee the traps and assist Strazz in deploying her poisonous fog and smoke when a purger was near. In essence, they had transformed their dilapidated building into a trap house designed to ensnare the purgers. But, of course, their fervent hope was that the purgers wouldn't show u
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, repea
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