Limit Breaker

"What... what do you mean...?" "

The U.S. military, sitting idly with Hellgate's fusion power source, discovered Magnus, about to lose consciousness due to excessive bleeding, successfully disassembled the detonator, transported him to resume the severed arm and transfused him.

However, after the surgery, he regained consciousness and seemed to be losing consciousness once again to the ambassador of the president who came to see him.

Despite the comfortable posture of lying on the patient bed, the unpleasantness that seemed to curl up as my head was spinning dominated my head immediately.

"I'm sorry. However, friction with the Pentagon is no longer an option. People are so anxious that space monsters appear and people are told that the Necromancer is part of the Tritiac Circle."

"……."

"And the monsters of the west have also worked with the Pentagon to defeat them. We took some serious damage. Oh, I just woke up. I'm sorry to barge in. Get some rest."

The president said so while escorting the guards out of the room, Magnus was stunned and was able to regain consciousness from the pain he felt on the cutting edge of his right arm.

"……."

It's not that I don't understand the President's heart.

I don't know if they're the Cali Empire or just monsters from outer space, but it's clear that the aliens came to Earth and massacred them.

The difference in values between those who want to fight the Kali Empire in such situations will only create great anxiety for the people.

I know.

I know it in my head.

But… but…….

"Damn……!"

His anger grows as he feeds on rational thoughts.

In particular, the Pentagon is the biggest cause.

"You're... you're the same...! What a hero...! What's a hero?!"

The Pentagon's actions were far from heroic.

If the Pentagon had fought heroically, simply in good faith, without the benefit of this battle, my Magnus would not have been able to strongly push the superhuman registration bill.

However, the Pentagon has been politically demanding the removal of the Superhuman Registration Act, and has only appeared on the battlefield since the request was approved.

He remembers.

The sight of brave soldiers killing monsters one by one and defending themselves for the safety of the United States.

And I barely got near the building with my arm cut off, and I saw a hero called Arc Angel take care of it simply.

If the Pentagon hadn't gone ahead with politics, they would have saved their lives as well, a true soldier who could have been prepared to die.

"Damn... damn it!!"

But now he has lost his strength.

The president allied with the Pentagon while ordering the revocation of the Superhuman Registration Act.

You can no longer pressure the Pentagon politically.

However,

"The Pentagon... Arc Angel...!"

It didn't matter to Magnus now.

Only anger and hatred towards them, not true heroes, consumed Magnus' body.

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Asura was a hero to a minority.

Without him, there would have been no way for a minority to cooperate with the three Tai Pole, and if they did not cooperate with the three Tai Pole, they would have to curl up in one corner, trembling at the power of the three Tai Pole and begging them not to attack them.

However, as a Tibetan, he faced Qiu and gave a rise to the minority, and he supported them in the land of the Chinese slaughter and seizure of nuclear weapons across China to stop even foreign invasion with his force.

Of course, now that the collapsed building is being cleaned out and the Chinese remnants are spending a busy day, the leadership team has turned China's factories around and produced essentials and stabilized citizens' lives at all with a rationing agent.

If we put out some kind of urgent fire, we would revive the market economy again, and several ethnic leaders had established a legal system that respected the integrity of money and each other's cultures.

Meanwhile, Azura's death became known, and Shiu, the head of Samtaegeum, came down to bury him himself.

He was supposed to cover the white cloth with his will and leave it for three or four days. However, if he sent a figure like a hero to a few peoples quietly and later became a bloodshot, he would have been publicly buried by Perisha who insisted that people were mistaken.

The funeral offered by the Tibetans was very small.

He settled culturally because he could not have a gorgeous funeral due to problems with life and poverty returning from nature.

As soon as Azura's funeral was over, Shiu, who was in charge of the funeral on one side, opened his mouth while standing on a pre-made statue.

"I am a person who, frankly speaking, does not treat empty words that are well wrapped up for someone. So depending on who's listening, I hope you'll be patient."

Because everyone was silent, his voice resounded loudly enough that everyone who attended the funeral could hear it.

"Asura is very different in age from me, but she was also like a close friend. It made me realize that there is a friend that transcends generational differences."

It was clear that Azura's rough character was well matched with his, which was unexpected even within the Three Tai Poles.

"However, others saw that our relationship was very uneasy. He will, because he achieved his goal of defeating China and reviving a minority, and I used him to plant an image of using a minority."

Like he said, there was a sense of anxiety inside the minority that Qiu might be using them, but no one carelessly speaks out of their mouth.

"Nevertheless, he fought to the death for us. He fought for Sam Tai drama even though he had already completed his goal, and died for Sam Tai drama! In addition, he gave his permission to use his corpse as a dying wish!"

Chiu's voice rises slightly upward, and there is a feeling of emotion in it.

"My brother has devoted himself so much to me that he has literally devoted himself to Sam Tai drama! That is why I declare myself here! Unless you betray me! I will be a barrier for you! I'll make you never feel the sorrow of an oppressed oppressor again!"

Waaaahhh---!!

I opened my mouth again in a voice higher than the frenzied cries of people, publicly clearing the claim that I would take care of minorities to the end for Azura who had dedicated herself.

"No! Now it's your turn! To those who plundered and tortured you for being weak! I will make it possible to avenge your self-immolation and the world you have cried out for help! By the power of Shifu!!"

Waaaahhhhhhhhh!!

They have lived a life forced by China for a long time and have cheered for Qiu's open argument that they will fully help avenge the world.

Then again, as the cleaning showed me hands and asked me to calm down, the cheers began to quiet again as they gradually diminished.

"I, and Sam Taegeuk, do not fight to rule and rule this world. I just want the whole world to obey me. And I will make you, the first mountain nation to kneel for me, masters of this earth. There's only one thing I want from you."

He was fortunate for a moment to induce everyone's gaze and hearing to concentrate, and he opened his mouth again vigorously as he thought he was feeling moderately ripe.

"Obey."

He's not a man who's tied to wealth and honor.

For him, money is nothing but an indifferent existence, and honor interferes with his own nature.

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While Jinwoo was attending Asura's funeral, Doyun was kneeling before the god of the South Palace.

"Dou Yun, you're too old now. Now that I've studied skilllessness, it's impossible to climb to my level. If you can master dark magic to the extreme...."

"I know that. But I didn't come here unawares."

She looks up at God with a firm determination, and God sighs.

Her request to find herself and point to the shameless was, in a way, a typical outdoor imposition.

He will, too, because when he is a child, he needs to have a foundation in order for his body to grow to fit into the hole.

Occasionally, those with peculiar aerobics will grow up to be as long as a monkey, have an abnormal body size, and only a portion of the body will grow significantly.

However, in high school, Doyun is not very late, but it is also not fast.

Now, learning how to work without artillery is a great help to the artisans, and I can deal with a class 1-3 body strengthener, but it was difficult to see more effectiveness.

Maybe if you don't learn more than 50 or 60 years.

"Now you haven't tasted the essence of dark magic. If you learn more about dark magic...."

"I want to learn to be a free man."

"Phew……."

God rubs his eyes on the problem of returning to the beginning and sighs.

"Have you ever seen a program where soldiers train?"

"Twice."

"What did it look like?"

"It looked like it was hard."

"Only multiply that by 300 times. You have to go through it every day, without any holidays, to get into the elite's ranks."

"……."

"Don't you get it? Then I'll explain it like this. Imagine vomiting what you have eaten several times a day, and the tear glands themselves dripping away even if you want to shed tears."

He taught Doyun that the way of the shameless is rough.

"I want to learn to be a free man."

"……."

Doyun got down on her first knee and said the ambassador again.

"Good. If that passion lasts more than a month, I'll judge you as having a passion for shamanism. Follow me to the training room."

"??"

Suddenly, the voice of God told me to follow him to the training room, and I tilted my head to see if he didn't understand easily.

"Why? Is it a different time to mourn his death now that Asura is dead?"

"… No."

She leans up and follows the god on her way to the training ground.

'What happened because I was weak when my grandfather died. You must be strong, both magical and unstoppable.'

Although he was short on time, he was determined to settle revenge with his own hands, even for Azura who taught him many things and threw his life away.

'Arc Angel. I will definitely win your mother's.'

She chose the trouble of carving flesh and bone, a shameless one, to seek revenge on Arc Angel.

And the first day of training.

When she learned the basics of shamanism, she was able to figure out what dinner she had yesterday.

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When I see my players and my hits, I cry.

Are you crying because you have a high number of shooters and views?

No, I feel so sorry for all of you who spend time on your little girls' novels that are just a nugget of my desire.

How long does it take you to read a novel like this?

Running out of time? Time is a runaway pervert?

The most pitiful people are the people who are scanning this novel illegally.

I don't know how much time I have left to scan this novel.

I'm sure I'll go to hell later on for wasting people's time...

How does that feel? You want to fucking swear at the writer, don't you?

So go fuck yourself! I'm going to be 20,000 sailors!!