Limit Breaker

"Name."

"……."

"Age."

"……."

A typical interrogation room with special glass and a small desk and two chairs that can't be seen from the inside.

Inside, a skin-headed white man was being interrogated with handcuffs, but he did not answer the other person's question properly.

"You don't know my face, you don't know my details? I had no idea the Pentagon's intelligence was this weak."

Rather, it's a sarcastic reaction to the opponent.

A detective-like black man who interrogated him thought about something for a moment and began interrogating again.

"The pilot of Hell Gate, Magnus Grimes. I'll cut to the chase."

As expected, the Pentagon knew who Magnus was.

He would, because he suddenly popped out and put out a superhuman registration bill and became the president's temporary sidekick.

"I'm going to ask you a bunch of questions, but first let me ask you one question at a time. Archangel and you had no contact, but you had unilateral hatred for her."

"……."

However, Magnus remained silent and stared beyond the invisible glass with a hateful glance.

Like they knew there was an Arc Angel there.

"I have nothing to say to you."

Then he closed his eyes and kept his mouth shut, showing chess that he would not talk about anything.

Black men have asked and provoked him several times, grown old and soothed him, but not enough to elicit Magnus' reaction.

Eventually, a black man takes a deep breath and heads out to the other Pentagon agents waiting outside.

"Phew. I don't talk at all."

"An annoying opponent. No brainwashing, no psycho-metry."

Instead of interrogating criminals in the Pentagon, the Pentagon reads their memories through simple brainwashing or psycho-metry to obtain information.

So far, how many criminals have you turned over to the police by arresting numerous criminal groups?

However, a number of Pentagon's related talents attempt to extract Magnus' information, but they are unable to overcome Magnus' mental defenses and fall first.

"What kind of power do you have?"

"But I heard he has zero talent."

"How can someone who is not a competent person defend their brainwashing and psychometric abilities?"

As they debated with each other, people talked to Magnus about how to extract information.

"By the way, what about Aaron, the one we caught together?"

"I hear you didn't get very far either."

"Both brainwashing and psycho metrics don't work……."

It was unexpected in the Pentagon, which has been extracting information against villains through brainwashing and psycho metry.

He would, too. How strong would the minds of the villains who live according to their own desires be?

It is almost impossible for criminals to suddenly have powerful power and reveal their hidden desires to the outside and fall into the path of crime to be stronger than the Pentagon's talent.

However, Magnus is the owner of even Across' mind-control abilities and, knowing the rigors of the path he intends to walk, has a stronger mental strength than ever before.

Aaron was also the first to learn how to control himself to succeed as a magician, and overcame many of the pain experienced in training his body.

The Pentagon cannot torture justice without its strong mental strength and its own firm convictions, so it must be frustrating.

"I'm going in."

At that time, a worse arc angel, Evel, decided to talk to Magnus.

"Yes? But……."

Someone tried to oppose her decision, but Evel showed him a chess instruction not to speak out with her palms facing him.

"He hates me, so if I step up and scratch his personality a little bit, what kind of information will come out?"

"Well……."

"I wish I had such a temper...."

"Still, that might be the best way."

Some raised concerns, but others thought it would work.

Eventually, more than a majority of the votes led Evel into an interrogation room to talk to Magnus.

Whip.

"……!"

Magnus, who opened his eyes slightly to see who would come in this time, tries to wake up without even knowing it.

"Hehe!"

However, there was nothing he could do, handcuffed to a chair that was firmly fastened to the ground and restrained on his wrists and ankles.

"Don't force yourself. It's not roughly enough to get away with the power of ordinary people."

Of course, Magnus' bio nanosuit has long since been recovered by the Pentagon.

"Shut up! Don't talk to me with that filthy mouth!"

At that time, Magnus, who was only consistent with ignore and ridicule to date, began to react violently.

Evel sighs and opens her mouth to the intense hatred that her whole body feels.

"I'm really curious. I saw your face in the Pentagon the first time I... I mean, I found out who put out the superhuman registration bill, but this is the first time I've seen your face."

"It's the same for me too."

As Evel argues, as she gently scratches his personality, the answer comes to her own.

If she used to be a naive virgin, would she be able to say she's a rather clever fox now?

"Why do you hate me when you've never faced each other, and you've never fought?"

"Don't get me wrong, Archangel."

Magnus speaks of Evel's tinnitus, groaning as if she were an animal who would bite her in the face right now.

"I don't just hate four years. He hates everything he claims to be a hero, and only hates four years of it the most."

"That's odd. If you hate heroes, why are you fighting the slaves of the Kali Empire with them?"

She cleverly pushes Magnus' hatred forward, but slightly sideways, allowing him to reveal more information on his own.

Magnus also felt that way, but entered because he wanted to tell her his beliefs and ideals about the woman he hated and the heroes of the Pentagon.

"That way the citizens will be a little safer. I hate and hate to see you all die... but I'm not a beast with a bad head to spit out my hatred in exchange for the lives of citizens."

Magnus wanted to strike down all of the Pentagon's fighting aliens with their minds.

However, if you do so, you've only deepened your hatred because the power breach has caused more damage to the citizens.

Either way, Evel realizes that Magnus is not a villain by prioritizing the safety of his citizens.

"To be honest, I don't really understand what you're talking about. You think about the safety of your citizens, but you hate the heroes responsible for the safety of their citizens? Do you think this makes sense?"

Certainly Magnus' words don't add up.

It's as if 2X4 is 8 and 4X2 is 10.

"What if it makes sense?"

"??"

Evel took the error of 2X4 for 8 and 4X2 for 10, but the other party said the formula was correct.

"Hero? Don't bullshit me!"

Until now, the low roaring beast finally roars.

"You're not heroes! He's just a fortunate boy who's been fortunate!!"

Magnus first opens his mouth to Evel, then turns his head to the special glass.

"Do you know what a true hero is!? Firefighters who are trying to save lives through devastating disasters! Soldiers who overcome the fears of the battlefield for their country! These are the real heroes!"

He cries out as if he was crying out for his thoughts.

"Compared to you? Can you stand up to an enemy stronger than yourself? Are you willing to risk your life to save even more people?"

"Phew……."

Evel is overwhelmed by Magnus' compulsion.

It was because his thoughts and hatred that had been engraved all his life were so intense.

"It's natural to be afraid of enemies stronger than yourself! But you have to get over it before you can really use the name" hero "!"

He vomited on the inside of the Pentagon, the world's largest group of heroes.

"My parents died in the battle between Willan and the heroes! When my parents were crushed to death in the rubble, a man named Hero broke into our house and ran away with no time to spare our lives, spreading my young hands! You know what a dick is? The next day, the newspaper said they minimized the collateral damage! Even though they ran away and my parents died!!"

Magnus' principles and hatred became his belief based on his strong mental strength.

And his voice, ready to follow his own beliefs even as he lay down his life, contained the sincerity he could feel even if he was dull.

"He who has the will and courage to overcome his fears is a true hero! You're not heroes! He's not a hero! He's just a layman who gets lucky enough to play the hero!"

As Magnus roars outside the special glass, he turns his head toward Evel.

"And Arc Angel!"

"!?"

Evel is fascinated by the faithful cry that engraved his soul, and then turns back to face herself, scratching her shoulders without even knowing it.

"As I was riding the Hell Gate, an alien monster suddenly fell from the sky. One in the UK, one in the West and one in the East."

"……."

I remember it then.

It was the best chance I had to withdraw the superhuman registration bill.

"I took one hand to deal with those monsters, but the overwhelming firepower and numbers drove many soldiers to their deaths and made things worse."

Magnus' voice had calmed down, but it had just changed from a roar to a roar.

"I set out to overload Hell's Gate's nuclear fusion engines and detonate towards the center of the building they captured and built as a production base. They get stronger the longer they take."

"Th-then you die, too, right?"

"If I can kill those monsters with my life, I can let go."

"……!"

I could feel Evel growing up meeting so many people.

'I mean it....'

Magnus is ready to throw his life away if he really needs it.

"Five X-Force members who agreed with my opinions supported me. I stepped forward with their lives on the line."

His eyes overflow with tears as he thinks of the brave true heroes.

"It was only after they were all dead and my arms were cut off that I was able to get close to my goal. I tried to overload the engines before the monsters got here to set off the explosion."

At that time, Magnus' eyes began to live again. Nor are they heroes. May they hate and live for one of their targets, Arc Angel.

"That's when four bitches showed up. With a trident in his hand, he poured out fire, burned down the whole building, took care of the monsters and flew off on his own."

"!!"

Of course, I remember vividly at that time.

because we used it as a political tool to withdraw the superregistration bill, in Griffin's opinion, a sense of how many casualties would have happened if we hadn't done it sooner.

"If this is going to be so simple, what will become of the five heroes who died joining my reckless plan? Why did we have to throw up painful blood and fight while feeding on monsters?"

Knuckle!

Magnus leans forward to Evel, and, of course, the handcuffs connected to his body block him.

However,

Kuc! Wood Duck!

Magnus rushes toward Evel without stopping when he hears the handcuffs dig through his arms and blood flow, but the sound of bones crumbling.

"You know what's even more fucked up, Arch Angel! Then the superhuman registration bill was revoked! You're so strong! You could have jumped out and saved the lives of countless civilians and soldiers! Trying to make that fucking no-go act into something that never happened!?"

He didn't care about the superhuman registration bill anymore.

I just feel guilty and resentful that Arc Angel arrived late because of the superhuman registration act and created a maze of casualties.

"Your bitch killed him! Thousands of soldiers were killed by those monsters! Five true heroes leaping into limb with me! Your bitch killed them all!!"

"Phew……!"

Unemployed! Unemployed!

As Magnus tears his flesh and breaks his bones, he pushes forward and exerts a little bit of force to rush forward, and you hear something breaking on the floor and the leg of the fixed chair.

Heave-ho!

At the same time, Pentagon agents, waiting outside, rush in and begin to suppress Magnus.

"Let go! Let go! Let go!!"

Hate that grew up using strong mental strength and belief as food was so intense.

Although he could die of excessive bleeding, he tried to swing his whole body towards Arc Angel, but unfortunately, his strength did not exceed human standards.

"Evel! Please step back!" "

"Sedate him!"

"Arc Angel! Pentagon! Hero! I hate you!! I hate you for stepping on the blood and graves of real heroes!"

Magnus yelled at Barack, but it was only until he was sedated just before the lethal dose that he became silent.

"Hah... Hah..."

Arc Angel, who has not sweated anything since the 11th grade, barely had to calm down by touching his heart with his palm while sweating and beating cold sweat at the roar of his soul.

I could break the illusion if I showed it with the power of this ability, but Magnus' cry was because Evel provoked an unthinkable guilt.

"I... I... I..."

I can't help what's already happened.

No matter how many predictive talents there are, they can't control the whole world, and most of all, humans are not gods.

But what if you ignored Griffin's current predators and dealt with them?

The planet's predators could have saved as many lives as the soldiers and survivors they killed.

"Khh……."

Evel bites her molar, running out of her mouth, unable to watch Magnus being sedated.

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I have a favor to ask of my readers.

Please don't expect me to go above and beyond.

Honestly, there are a lot of people who write a lot better than me, and I've forgotten the title of the old rifle, but I can barely see a rifle that says they write a lot better nighttime stuff than me.

Limits48577; is nothing more than the work of a typical writer's self-help, written as it may be.

And my handwriting works somewhat well, but it's nothing compared to really good writers.

It would be nice if I did nothing but write, but I have work, personal relationships, and overtime, so I can't just stick to novels.

Since the body is one, and the ability to do it is limited, it is impossible to flush out the quality of a novel at once.

It's half a dream, half a dream, but half a wish is true.

I'm growing up a little bit, but I realize that the width is marginal, and I'm trying to write the best I can.

I wrote hard in my own way, and if you look at the ripples comparing the names of other writers to the names, it's frankly worse than the bad ones.