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Chapter Ten: Angelic Intervention

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, adorned in flowing white robes, and bearing two enormous wings or harps. The reality, however, differed significantly from these expectations.

The angel above him was completely unclothed, displaying breathtaking beauty and a flawless figure. Cascading dark hair, partially obscured by bangs, framed her face. A single eye peered out from the veil of her bangs, also a deep black hue.

While her appearance resembled that of a human, she wore no clothing, and her immense wings were attached at her ankles. These wings unfurled to double the size of her body when spread open.

Gaige recollected his first encounter with an angel, a moment that had rendered him speechless. Now, his only reaction was a slackened jaw.

The angel peered down at Gaige with an inscrutable expression and urged him to state his needs before someone discovered them. Her voice, devoid of emotion, resonated in Gaige's mind alone, keeping their conversation hidden from Andy, the bystander.

Gaige hesitated before asking, "Catch? Who will catch us?"

"Who else could it be?" The angel regarded him sternly. "You, child, do not belong to this world. I do not wish to become further entangled. State your needs swiftly."

Gaige yearned to delve into the matter further, to understand what the angel alluded to, but he couldn't afford to squander this summoning. Instead, he replied, "Please assist me in locating Rowan, Minka, Straz, and Howl. They are fellow returnees."

"Offer prayers for at least an hour daily for the next two months."

"Alright," Gaige reluctantly agreed.

In the blink of an eye, the rooftop returned to its dimly lit state. Gaige felt the weight of the commitment he had just made but couldn't deny that it was the most manageable condition he had encountered when seeking a favor from an angel.

"S-sir! D-did the divine being help locate everyone?"

"Yes, she wi–Ack!"

Gaige's words were cut off when information suddenly flooded his mind without warning. Images of the four transmigrators and directions to their location filled his thoughts.

"I'll never get used to this," Gaige muttered. He tapped Andy on the shoulder and instructed, "I'll go. Stay here."

Andy attempted to argue but was swiftly silenced as Gaige leaped from the building and raced off at astonishing speed.

Time was of the essence. Gaige had witnessed a vision of the four transmigrators in a perilous situation—bloodstained and desperate—prompting his urgency. He couldn't help but wonder why they were courting trouble in a peaceful world, even as he ventured into the unknown himself.

Dodging through rooftops and eluding CCTV cameras, Gaige covered vast distances in mere minutes. He reached a sprawling cornfield an hour later, guided by the images planted in his mind.

As per the angel's instructions, Gaige had no information about the adversaries the four were evading. He navigated the cornstalks cautiously, making use of his superior hearing to locate them.

Their labored breathing guided him to the transmigrators' hiding place. He sighed with relief at finding them but was greeted by a drawn longsword upon his arrival.

"Please leave us alone!"

A woman's voice echoed through the cornfield, revealing their pursuers at last. Gaige froze as he stared down the blade of an extraordinary sword, clearly beyond earthly craftsmanship.

"Are you one of the pursuers?" Gaige asked cautiously.

The black-robed figure responded with a gatling gun, taking to the air with ease. Gaige admired the man's strength, enabling him to wield such a heavy weapon and fly simultaneously. With a resigned sigh, Gaige once more assumed a prayerful posture.

The angelic chant invoked a dome-like shield above them, guarding against the onslaught of regular bullets. "W-who are you?"

"You're not one of the pursuers?" queried another of the transmigrators.

Gaige couldn't offer answers; he was occupied chanting his prayer. His gaze swept over the four, searching for someone to hold the shield in his stead. It was impossible to both defend and attack simultaneously. Fortunately, he had a peculiar method of transferring the shield, rendering it most effective when entrusted to the two women in the group.

"Please, hold the shield." Gaige kneeled before one of the women, clasping her hands and bestowing a brief kiss before instructing, "Don't speak; keep your hands together."