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 nestled against her healthy chest. It felt like a reward for his tireless efforts, and he gazed at her for a moment, reminiscing about Bettine. In the past, they would find solace in each other whenever they had the opportunity, a source of rest and comfort. He noticed similarities between the woman before him and Bettine.
"Minka."
Gaige gently woke her up as he sat up. He stroked Minka's long eyelashes as her eyes remained closed.
"Please don't wake her up yet; she's exhausted from flying us here," Rowan interjected, appearing with a spatula and an apron. He gestured toward the door with the spatula, indicating it was time for breakfast.
This would be Gaige's first Earthling meal, so he carefully left Minka on the makeshift sofa bed. It seemed that Andy had carried him there since there was no one larger than him in the group.
They ate breakfast on the floor, with Rowan, despite his fancy appearance in the apron, serving the meal. Weak underlings were already devouring their food, while Howl fed them, as if they were his own children.
"What are they?" Gaige inquired. The once-arrogant weaklings now behaved like obedient children. Gaige wanted to tell them that they had bullied Andy in his absence, but it would require a lengthy sentence, so he remained silent.
"I didn't come here alone; they're from the planet where I was transmigrated. The plan was for them to drop me off here and then return to their planet, but the spaceship was destroyed by the purger."
"That's strange."
"Haha, yes. Their goal was to prevent returnees and other non-Earthlings from coming to Earth, and they were quite effective at it. We're still in the sky. Our spaceship hasn't landed yet, but the purger attacked us in an attempt to kill us, and we survived. I... I feel guilty for involving them in this mess. They can't return home because Earth's people haven't developed spaceships or discovered their planet."
"And no one believed us when we told them about our planet's location," one underling added.
The weak underlings and Howl sighed together in unison, but Axel managed to lift their spirits.
"No need to worry! We can live well here as long as we stick together!"
Gaige realized Axel's arrogance and boundless energy had a purpose after all. He motivated the group and bolstered their morale. Gaige believed Axel might make an excellent city guard but wouldn't survive as a knight.
Although it was amusing to watch the formerly energetic weaklings devour their food, Gaige soon returned his attention to his first Earthly meal. He peered at his plate on the floor, feeling touched by the simplicity of the food.
It consisted only of rice, sausage, and eggs, but after consuming raw food for twenty years, it felt like a lavish feast to Gaige.
"Don't you like the food?"
"No, I like it."
Gaige devoured the meal, eventually joining the group in their hearty consumption.
"Your food is truly delicious, Rowan. Even Gaige seems to enjoy it," Minka remarked as she approached Gaige, sitting uncomfortably close.
Everyone greeted Minka and urged her to eat breakfast as well. Gaige could feel their arms touching due to the tight seating arrangement, making him suspect he had taken Minka's intended spot. In an attempt to make amends, he offered a sausage to Minka. Forgetting that this was not the battlefield, he inadvertently made an awkward gesture with the sausage, prompting Minka to respond in an entirely unexpected manner.
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
In the heart of the day, the sky stretched out like a breathtaking canvas, adorned with shades of tranquil blue and milky white. These were the mornings Earth was meant for – green plastic lawns, garden chairs, weathered wooden porches, and delicate butterflies pirouetting above the steamy urban pavements. The sky, deep and serene, stretched infinitely, punctuated by sugary-sweet clouds. Gaige inhaled the nostalgia-laden breeze, savoring the tranquility. There were no monsters lurking on the ground, no wyverns soaring through the sky. This serene morning would have been perfect if it weren't for the existence of the purgers. "This is only the second day," Gaige muttered, his thoughts serving as a reassuring mantra, an attempt to quell the rising tension within him. "Why are you breathing this polluted air?" Minka's voice pulled him from his contemplation as she stepped out of the glass door of the department store. Gaige had decided to accompany Minka on their city stroll, his pres
"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. "Firs
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