Limit Breaker

Huh-

After confirming that the scenery had changed with the sound of the light wind blowing, Jinwoo confirmed that he had created a character in a dark alleyway on one side of the busy road.

'Now, what do we do now?'

Firstly, the most important thing is the natural posture of a veteran player.

'There are three things to know first. The first is my current location. The second is to see how much power I have, and the last is to make money.'

In order to get the first information he needed, he decided it was better to move by himself than to roll his head. He got out of the alleyway, mingled with the crowd, and walked out of the way without any fuss.

'Wow……. These guys are really good at a game. Not all of these AIs are doing social work, but I can't believe they're making me feel so real....'

One day, he had an unrealistic wish that he wanted to see with his own eyes how he made it, and he walked about 10 minutes down the road and saw one of the three things he needed to know.

I saw a lot of people coming and going from a distance along with the text Seoul Station.

You know where you are, but Jinwoo grumbles.

Don't all Koreans live in Seoul? I've been to Seoul for 28 years! '

However, the starting point of Seoul was not so bad for him who liked to travel where no one knew him or himself knew anything.

With so many people, there will be more work and events, so it would be better to stay in the idle countryside.

Let's check on my condition first. Status window. '

Given that most of Underdream's games have the same commands, a translucent window pops up in front of him as the brainwave connects to the system.

The translucent window depicted the character's name and level (1), EXP values, fullness gauges, and a green body model.

The green human model had dotted lines on its legs, torso, arms, and head, and the experience of playing several games allowed it to show the degree of damage to each area.

'No HP? So life and death is more about damage to the human body than HP? Or HP could be invisible. Anyway, I need to find out more about HP.'

After checking the basic status window, he next checked the item window.

'Item window.'

…….

'Huh? Item window.'

…….

Has the order changed? Inventory? Storage? '

I've used all the commands to load the items window that I know of, but I've heard the good news.

'Oh, this too.'

Remembering that there was no inventory window in the game he had previously enjoyed, Jin sighed and began to turn his pants back.

He decided he couldn't send the player bare, so he found his wallet in his back pocket, and when he opened it, he was able to confirm the identity of the five Grand Dukes of Sejong.

'Identification... 860705-12345678? Given that the previous number is my date of birth, it looks like the player's information has been melted to a certain extent. By the way, what's with the backseat? Is it Hong Gil-dong?'

Although they are all gone now, when he was first issued an ID, a photo with the back seat 12345678 was taken in the Donggyeong office with the title Hong Gil-dong to show an example of an ID.

A cherished moment of fondness, he put his wallet back in his pocket and started making money first.

'By the way, there are quite a lot of violent organizations in Seoul, right? If the Underworld dream has fulfilled its reality... * sigh *. Maybe things will go easier than I thought.'

He burst into a grim smile and began to take a step to get away from Seoul Station, as if he had a good idea to satisfy both the second and third at the same time.

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A nocturnal nocturnal wanderer.

After work drinks, promises with friends, dating, family meals, and so on. Nightlife is brighter and more frequent than during the day for many reasons.

However, those people have to sleep so that they can work again and relieve their fatigue, so by dawn everyone returns home and turns to a little-known crowd.

The tranquil gangsters often occupy the area as if it were their territory, and often throw their own parties. A gangster was having a blood festival in the alleyway.

Disperse!

"Shhh! It hurts! It hurts, it hurts!"

Blonde dyeing the rough mane's head that hit his face against the wall of the building, the gangsta clawed his nose bone, giving him a bloody face.

As I looked around, not only that, but a dozen gangsters were groaning and grinning at a part of their bodies, and the women in dark makeup who were playing with them were gathering in a corner and trembling less.

"Fuck... me! What the hell are you doing?"

One of the only gangsters who swears at the man who attacked him raising a jackknife didn't understand why they had to go through all this trouble.

They were fortunate to find a thick wallet against the drunkards. They bought a bunch of drinks and drinks, laughed and chatted in the alleyway to escape the route in the bar - > karaoke.

Although it is an alley, in total, it is several times wider than Karaoke's narrow security and no one has ever been back and forth, so they enjoyed the feeling of conquest that they occupied the entire bungalow and found a man trying to enter the alleyway they occupied.

The sudden appearance of an outsider makes the troubled gangsters feel uncomfortable, and they start quarrelling with him.

"What are you? Lost your head?"

At that time, their leader noticed something strange, thanks to their lack of alcohol.

Common sense is that they are sitting there, and coming by themselves fearlessly means that they are aiming for themselves, and that they are confident.

The leader, who thought the nearby gangsters had come to pay attention to the noisy themselves, tried to calm down by opening his mouth to the other gangsters, but at the same time, the gangsters, who were approaching him with their fists, flew away like arrows.

When a colleague was attacked by a man from all over, the man laughed as if he were petty, but hit him hard one by one. Finally, only a leader who was less drunk and rational remained.

"You... you're a bodybuilder!? According to this... competency law, a competent person should not attack an ordinary person until they are pre-emptively attacked!"

The leader who remembered hitting his head with a club of wood intuitively felt that the other person was a physical enhancer and went against the law he usually knew.

"Oh, you studied quite a bit, didn't you? Why don't you try law school on this occasion?"

However, the man slowly approaches with only a laughing reaction.

"D-don 't come! Oh... I'll report you when I get back! Stronger men than you will make you eat beans in prison!"

"Hmm! That's pretty scary. By the way, don't you know who I am?"

"Fuck! How do I know...?"

"You don't know, do you? You don't know who I am, do you? If I make you speechless here and then disappear, who's gonna report it? Who knows if I'm the culprit?"

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Yes, I've never seen a man before in my life. I don't know his name. I don't know what he is.

Psycho Metri would use the leader's memory to identify a man's face and check his identity accordingly, but he did not know so much about his superpowers and vomited groaning.

Moreover, the man only used his fists thoroughly. The gangster slowly climbs up to the top of his bloodied hand, realizing that he only punched his colleagues with his fists to keep his fingerprints out.

"Whoa... I'll give you anything you want!"

"Wow, you're really smart? You know exactly what I want?"

The man gave a mocking applause and clapped his fist for the first time.

The gangster leader swiftly tosses the rest of the money out of his wallet, and the man snatches it up and turns his gaze toward the gangsters spewing out moaning from behind.

"Hey."

"Yes, yes!?"

"Search their wallets."

"Oh, yes! Yes, sir!"

The man snatches the money from his coworkers' wallets and opens his mouth as soon as the gangster leader tries to take the money from his coworkers' wallets.

"Wait, that wallet looks pretty good?"

"Yes! I don't know what kind of luxury he was boasting about!"

Then, taking out all the cards and IDs except the money and handing over the whole wallet, the man replied with a smile that he liked for the first time.

"Damn, I like it 'cause it's fast. Later, when I become famous, I'll pay you back 10 times what I got."

'Son of a bitch... I'll pay you back...' '

I knew better than anyone how meaningless a promise was because I had said it dozens of times when I was biting.

"Hey... I don't even know his name, but I don't know how to find him..." "

A rogue leader who unknowingly asks about his opponent's identity shuts his mouth. Cursing his stupid mouth for making trouble.

"Ten years."

"Yes?"

"After 10 years, the stranger who doesn't know me... no, there won't be an entire planet. Come and get it then."

"Ah… yea……."

'Bollocks, motherfucker. The ripper's gonna be famous.'

The man disappears into such a dark alley, and the gangster leader can only breathe out a sigh of relief.

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"Heave-ho!"

Located in the corner of the bright street street at dawn, he juggled three thick wallets with one hand and murmured a pleasant snort.

"Whew! You make a lot of money here!"

He didn't know the name of the area related to Seoul, so he began to calculate the amount of loot he got from hunting gangsters in the street.

"Because it's a game? Bad guys carry a lot of money around, huh? If it's 500,000 won at once, I'd better jump a few more days to make sure the funding is secure.

He took an unexpected sum from the gangsters in the dark alleyway, which sounded natural, but he had no intention of staying in the first place.

"Getting information first. The Internet is the truth for modern people to get information from."

Jin decided to go online and get basic worldview knowledge, then decided to head to a remarkable PC room.

"Once I get the information, I'll buy some clothes, and I'll buy a sporting cross bag that's easy to carry around at the store. Let's get some information on what we can do to make money."

The most important thing in the world is information. The second thing is information. He stepped into the PC room because he knew more about the importance of information than anyone else because he didn't get what he needed to get.

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There will be various settings next time.

Originally, the protagonist was employed by an evil organization from the beginning (?), but for now I think that acting as a mercenary is likely to happen with many good organizations and bad organizations, so I will start with neutrality and then move on to a bad organization.

PS: Touching a computer in a game, if I think about it, is nonsense --_-- blah blah.