Limit Breaker

"W-what the hell is that...?" '

We all know the basic common sense that we make offspring by transferring our offspring to another woman.

Some humans also knew that their reproductive instincts were distorted, resulting in sexual arousal, resulting in insults to the other person and eliminating their sexual arousal.

However, Jin Woo's actions are completely different from that of the ark. It is not just a crooked level.

You don't want a human woman, you want a spider's body!?

It's not like a monster is threatening you or anything.

Rather, the spider monster pokes a hole in the butt and continues to gush semen.

A spider monster called Lilulus wails for himself to "mark his territory" despite his silly expression.

Bloop-oop-oop-

Currently, Jinwoo was lying comfortably on the bed, and Riellus was wiggling the lower body of the spider up and down, grabbing his shoulder and accepting his sturdy male form into the vagina of his stomach.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy! He's not human! '

It's a masjid that doesn't need breathing, but it's made up of metal and wires that didn't have hearts in the first place, and she understands quite a bit what it means to be short of breath and shaky legs.

If his body had been made of blood, he would have already sat down with his legs relaxed.

"I can't let him rule this jihad, Saladin!" Whatever it takes, Salahadin must regain his memory! '

Until now, even though Ferrissa thought that resting would naturally restore her memory of Saladin, a disgusting human like that had a sense of insect crawling around on his own battleship, it became his mission to forcefully make her remember again.

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"Phew……."

The young man in his early 20s, who took a day job as a laborer, took a short sigh.

Although he had a short haircut with a sporty type that was easy to manage because he was not a Korean black hair and hairstyle, but with a handsome face, manly jawline and body, he appeared to be the top tier in appearance, but he seemed to be struggling thanks to the tough colors on the whole face.

"Damn……."

Not long ago, he worked as a security agent in Seoul University and was able to make money more comfortably than the labor force, but he was fired there.

The reason was that Chinese Talents who had previously been sent to Korea were in trouble in Seoul (pages 86-91), but they could not be stopped at the entrance as security personnel at the front gate.

It was absurd for anyone to see.

They didn't do anything suspicious in the first place. They didn't have any weapons. Why are you telling them not to come to Seoul?

No, I was sent from Korea to help Korea in the first place, but I was fired because of that decision even though it was clear that it would have evolved into a diplomatic problem if I prevented it from entering Seoul University.

But he knew the real reason he was fired.

'Gun-ho Kim...!'

Seoul's biggest financial institution, the 3rd year.

It was not a supermassive company such as Samsung or LG, a large oyster, but it was a firm but deep rooted enterprise that could only be broken if they were prepared for significant damage.

However, the chairman of the large company was a close relative who had served as Japan's front man in the first place, and through his wealth he grew a company.

On the other hand, the young man's grandfather was an independent activist, and there was no vision to make money because he had spent his whole life running around for independence.

'Why are you bothering me like this...! Why...!'

Since childhood, he has studied desperately to end the poverty that has been handed down by his own power, and has also studied in the military and exercised.

In addition, she is naturally a good-headed mother with high knowledge, good body size, and a handsome face.

Seeing Toeik like that, he built a spec that allowed him to enter a large company, but instead of joining a large company, the subcontractors underneath rejected him because of Kim Gun-ho who had been harassing him since childhood.

The only place he could barely get a hold of was the Seoul National Gate Security Agency, but he was fired for no reason, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The young man couldn't understand.

It was only when I was a child that I understood that torturing myself as a child of an independent activist because of my self-esteem, but I didn't understand how it was torturing me so much even though I became an adult… even though I became a young president of a large business.

"Ugh!"

At that time, the young man sighed at the pain he felt at his waist and neck.

Where there was already pain, there was pasta and the smell of pasta was vibrating all over the body, but the young man still had to moan, trembling with pain and suffering.

However, because the gangsters who would come again next week would almost stir up chaos if they rested for a day, the young man had to continue to work like this while frowning in pain.

'Ahh... Let's rest for now...' '

A day's work that has become so barren that I can't even enjoy my leisure time, not as a hobby.

So I was headed to the bus stop.

Please!

"… Tsk……"

I saw an unsightly face rushing in from the front.

It is the gangsters of the gangs who destroyed the young man's house before.

He was running to the scary face as if he was chasing something, and the young man met him face to face and tried to ignore him, because nothing good happened.

However, the gangster who had seen his face while destroying the young man's house before recognized the young man's face.

"Hey, you were that guy, right? Huh? That guy, the god of the South Palace?"

After double-checking the young man's name, he opened his mouth with a false threat while holding the neck of a young man called the "God of the South Palace."

"... That's right."

"What? No, this isn't it."

While trying to catch up with his arrogant tone, he reaffirmed that it was not his business, rubbing his side head with his hands and asked gruesome questions toward the god of the South Palace.

"Did you throw a rock?"

"… stone……?"

"Don't fuck with me, asshole!"

I think I got hit by a stone somewhere, but I shook my head thinking the god of the South Palace looks good inside.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Someone else must have done it because he had a lot of grudges against him in the first place."

"This son of a bitch is looking over his shoulder!"

The god of the South Palace replied half as provocatively as the unpleasant face was pushed close to him, because he felt bad about it. In response, the Minuteman frowned, thinking that it was clear that he had thrown a stone at his head.

Someone throws a stone - > ran out in the direction of the popularity - > Turns out there was a guy who used to live in the mess he used to live in = the unsub

He created the formula in his head and began dragging him into the alleyway, convinced that he was the culprit who threw the stone at him.

"Looks like I'm all alone, and you got me pretty good today, motherfucker."

"What's wrong with you!? I did what?"

The god of Nam-gu pretended to raise his voice and resist because he also had a body trained by exercises, but he deliberately pretended not to win in alleyways.

He wanted to beat them with a 1: 1 fight, though he would get beaten to a pulp later, with their constant transgression and anger toward an unreasonable world.

As I entered the gritty alley, Min-tae threw down the throat of the god of the South Palace.

"Look at this guy? Can't you see?"

Shhh!

He waves his hand like a fist at the face of the god of the South Palace, showing arrogant gaze toward him, but the god of the South Palace shakes his head slightly forward and backward, avoiding the hand of the people.

"Huh?"

Shhh!

Puck!

"Huff!?"

And a light punch with a bounce of the body was inserted neatly towards the face of the Min-taekian.

"Son of a bitch!"

Whether getting hit by such a vicious cub just made the fever burn, the Minotage leans forward fiercely and tackles the abdomen of the god of the South Palace.

"Grrrgh!"

At that time, he felt the pain in his lower back and his legs loosened, and the colonial ceremony quickly mounted on the boat of the Southern Temple god.

Puck!

"Son of a bitch!"

"Knng!"

Puck!

"Search!"

"Grrrgh!"

Puck!

"Do I look all right? Huh? Do I look all right to you?"

I tried to change my posture by twisting my lower back, but the pain in my lower back caused my strength to fail, and I began to get a unilateral burst.

Puck!

Crisp!

The punch in the nose causes a nosebleed to burst, but Min-tae doesn't stop his fist as if he had to make the god of the barracks who punched him into a manger.

"Hey, that's enough, right?"

At that time, Min-tae turns his head, smiling as if it didn't make sense in the voice of the man behind him.

"Ha ~ These bastards……. What a fucking rich girl. What a rich girl. What's a ninny again?"

I saw the disturber with an irritating face when I turned my back on the sprawling Confucian god and woke up.

"You wouldn't mind a simple one-on-one fight. But she's sick at first sight, but she looks sick, right? This unfair fight..."

"I mean, what the fuck?"

Shhh!

He hurried toward a man who had many words of sobriety and waved his fist, but the fist of the Minotaur Ritual fell lightly into his hands.

"Me? Body strengthener."

Woodruck--

"Shhhhh!?"

As I lightly applied strength to the hand that held the fist of the Min-taekian, the sound of crumbling bones resounded from his hand, and the sound of miraculous screams spread along with it.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"

Boom! Boom!

Min-tae kicked the crushing man's arm with the back of his foot and slapped him with his bare hands with the rest of his body, but the man even more empowered his hand with the fist of the Min-tae.

Woodd--

"Shhhhhhh! Teacher! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please look at me!"

"Hmph."

Boom!

The man gives a disgusting snort to the common strong and the weak trash, Minnesota. He releases his fist and pushes away lightly.

"Get lost."

"Yes… yes…!"

Min-tae ran past the Huddak man, lowering his waist like a liver, and the man approached to check out the god of the palace.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Th-thanks……."

The god of the South Palace, who had been leaning against the wall and stopping his nose, looked up to see the face of the man who had helped him.

"… eh…?"

"Huh?"

And the two men who saw each other's faces opened their mouths pointing at each other.

"You… then, that mercenary……."

"You're the security agent at the Seoul gate, right? What are you doing here?"

The man who helped the god of the South Palace, Jinwoo, raised him up holding his hand with a smile of a slight gladness, with his expression of surprise.

"I can't tell you how well I've been."

Although it was explained only with the intent to make fun of someone who said hello shortly after work, he lent one of his shoulders to the god of the Southern Palace who couldn't move properly because of the pain in his back.

"Let's go to the hospital first. I noticed there was a problem on your back."

"Th-that's okay. It can no longer be a pain... …."

"Hey. If you kill the lowest ranked monster a couple of times, you'll only earn 2-300!" And I'm just as good at fighting monsters as they are. I don't care if it costs more than 10 million, get treated at the hospital. "

"… Thank you… really……."

Recently, the god of the South Palace, who had never received such favors from anyone, thanked Jinwoo with tears, and said with a playful voice.

"Ugh. Don't thank me with that look on your face. I'm gonna be gay too."

"Haha…."

A light atmosphere, but a joyful smile appeared on Jinwoo who worried about him for a moment, but it was so long that the laughter was dry, and there was an authoritative tear that seemed to be forced.

'Good. This is our first successful encounter.'

Jinwoo, who gave Riellus the full area sign, teleported to Korea and contacted Noah to confirm various information from her, then used the nearby Min-taek to deliberately create an incident.

Thanks to Noah's role in casting rocks in stealth mode and creating a sense of popularity that seemed to flee towards the direction of the cyst god, the herd opened its mouth as if it had been remembered late.

"Oh, right. What's your name, anyway? my name is hands-on"

"My name is Nam-gu God."

"Mysterious?"

"… the Southern Palace is the last name and the name of God."

"My God, his name is God. He's very arrogant."

Jinwoo, who calmed the atmosphere with a light joke, and God felt grace to him.

The future great hero who will protect the Earth and the two men who dream of conquering the Earth will meet like this.

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Now that Riellus is finished, let's move on to the story.

We are now going to put the Southern Palace god into our entry and get another married and female slave during the Japanese Conquest Story.

And Lijin FujiMine should be enslaved by his assistant after the Japanese surrender, right? Heh heh