Limit Breaker

Light paper cannot be a weapon by nature. However, if more than a dozen pieces of paper overlap, a book can strike and destroy them.

Pair!

"Huff!"

A bundle of money tied up in 100 won books and beaten like a bracelet, the civilian ceremony felt how frightened the weaponized paper was.

Exactly!

The god of Nam-gu, who slapped a colonial cheek with a bundle of bills forcefully while wearing power suits, produced a small noise as his teeth knocked against the wall, but the slight noise was so satisfying.

"Ugh..."

"Ugh..."

And the gangsters, united in black suits, were writhing like caterpillars, vomiting painful moaning to create a feeling of intimidation.

"Hey."

Pair!

God swung a bundle of bills and slapped the face of a colonial ceremony holding its collar up.

"Cock!"

"Did I say I wouldn't pay you?"

Pair!

"Aah!"

"You're going to pay off that filthy debt even if you don't fuck it up."

Pair!

"Queek!"

"But are you going to retaliate like this against someone who wants to repay you sincerely?"

Boom, boom! Pair!

"Ka 'Hak! Aah!"

Min-tae recruited 20-30 members of the organization for revenge, and armed them with iron pipes and wood lanterns, they raided the house of God.

However, the sneaky god welcomed the gangsters in power suits in advance, beating them down with force, and the gangsters of the black suit groaned in agony outside and inside the courtyard (although it was so small to be called).

At first, he tried to take God's father hostage, but the house was so narrow that no matter how widespread the body would be if the god with power suits shook his torso from side to side.

In the end, all the gangsters were beaten down and the only remaining Minuteman ceremony was being held by God before escaping and suffering this disgrace.

When he complained of the pain of several molars of violence that were made of continuous bundles of money, God's hand smiled with sadistic pleasure mixed with the pain of the villain who had plagued them until recently did not show mercy.

"Stop... cooling off...! Stop it...!"

At that time, God's father, who was watching him in the room, mourned to God as if he could not bear it.

"Yes? Why?"

God responded with a rebellious attitude and frowning expression that was invisible even during puberty to the appearance of his father as if he was plotting his actions.

"Are you… kh-hmm…! Do you know what you're doing? You're oppressing your opponent with violence you've so hated! Cough! Cough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had to vomit out a dry cough.

"The violence I used to hate? Am I harassing the weak? Do I look like I'm picking on you for no reason? These bastards have been beating us up and having fun until recently! How can you take revenge on a man like that?"

God's response was normal.

Giving back the laws of power because of their strength against the tyrants who have been oppressing them so far was a cheerful revenge that anyone could think of.

Moreover, he only avenges the 'villain' who oppresses and persecutes others, but since he has never bullied anyone until now, God's distraught shout was answered to Father's ideology.

"So we just ignore what these bastards are doing to us? After what these sons of bitches have done to us, aren't you angry with your father?"

"With violence... Cough...! The revenge that is done... is finally coming back to violence... You can't have anything! Cough! Cough!"

"Ugh...!"

God began to wonder if he would make his father's coughing mouths mutilated in his mind like this.

"P-please save me……. I... I had to do it too... I had no choice...!"

Min Tae-sik started praying so hard that his hands became his feet.

Soon after deciding something, God closed his eyes and roughened the colonial body.

The god of the South Palace, who embedded his father's ideas and values in his bones, was closer to gaining reason than anger.

"Go away. And tell your superiors. I'll pay you back, but I'll only pay the principal minus the interest you set."

His insistence that the gangsters would ignore the interest they set and pay the principal, which would have been a cannibalism if it were normal, but now he was happy to be released from his clutches.

"Th-thanks! Get up! We have to go!"

The Min-tae ceremony, which faced the moaning servants with a lively expression, disappeared, thanking them once again.

However, his face was distorted with anger and humiliation as he went down the street.

Motherfucker! How dare you insult me...!? I'll make you regret this day for sure...! '

Despite the total efforts of his elite subordinates, the unilaterally broken Minuteman decided that the matter no longer exceeded his capacity, and decided to report to the top for assistance.

"We'll see! I'll smash your face in!" '

Although the father of the Southern Palace saved him from being nearly crippled, his mind was filled with hatred for the rich.

In addition, Jin, who was watching it with a tiny robot that looked like a mosquito, decided to put a smile on his repentance and decorate the end of his plan to change the contemporary fantasy embedded in the plate to his taste.

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"Yes? For work?"

"Yes. Something important has happened. It'll take at least three days and a week."

Jinwoo, who came to collect the rental fee and the registration fee for mercenaries, informed God that he had to go elsewhere because of an important business between 3-7 days.

Phew.

When I heard that I couldn't see the savior who had led me to such a hopeful light for a while in his life that had been so dark and full of despair, I felt discouraged by the growing cold.

Exactly!

"Ouch!"

"If anyone sees me, I think I'm his girlfriend. I'm not gay, but don't give me that look just by imagining a man squirming."

Jinwoo, who hit the back of God's head, glanced intensely at him with a grumpy expression, but now he adds words, expressing his fierce expression.

"And it's a little early to say, but even with the performance of the power suit, it's entirely your talent to achieve that in just a week."

- Southern Palace God-

-Level: 3

-Exp: 6911/8000

- Citizenship: Korea

- Ability: -

- Rank: -

Age: 25.

- Affiliation: Class E Mercenary

- Emotions: Likes 100, Respect 94

Within a week, I became an E-rank mercenary, and I grew to only level three (I don't know what changed).

Though I worked hard to earn money when I had the chance, I now have the experience and skills to deal with beast monsters by digesting the power suits' performance with myself.

'Fairly earned Combat EXP, love for me 100, and declaring war on tyranny. From here on, if I am to be with the God of the South Palace, I must be forced to become a shield. That's why the best-case scenario is only completed here if I'm the one who used to play the role of a strong shield.'

With all the conditions for the next event to take place, even for the 'unhappiness' of the god of the South Palace, his existence has to leave for a while.

And how Jin Woo chose to leave…….

"Huge...! So... umm..."

When Jinwoo, who had said all kinds of things he couldn't say until now, suddenly couldn't open his mouth easily, God tilted his head and made a look of wanting to eat something wrong.

"After I went on a business trip… khmm… part…."

Then, he gripped his teeth, closed his eyes, and turned his head to the other side large and annoyed.

"As your partner, you seem to be at least as good as a meat shield, so you'd better be prepared to live to die for this body from now on!"

"… Ah…?"

"Your quest so far has been nothing but a preparatory exercise! What I do is of a different level! If you cry later, I'll never let you. That's how I know!"

Boom!

Jinwoo turned around without showing his face until the end, so he quickly took a step.

"……? ……! Brother, wait!"

The god who was expressing a blank expression on the sudden notification hurriedly followed.

"Why are you following me?"

"Y-you 're saying we'll be partners since we've been on business travel!?"

"If that's what you want to think! Even if you've been on a business trip and you're injured and can't move, I'll use it as a meat shield for you. Be sure!"

As he raises his voice in anger, the persistent group walks faster and faster, and God becomes convinced that he has become his partner and stops following him.

Turning toward the building in a rapid alarm and watching his body disappear, God was purely pleased to be able to act as a mercenary with his esteemed comrade, at least three days and up to a week later.

Especially when I didn't remember being acknowledged by someone until now, I trembled with a touching expression that the person I admired rated me for being able to leave my back.

The people around him looked at him strangely, shaking themselves, once and for all, but his head was full of joy and joy.

Rrrrrrrrrrr...

At that time, the vibration-fit cell phone in God's pocket began to ring.

- I didn't tell you everything before, but I can't afford to use my phone on a business trip, so I'm going to turn my phone off. Working with me will keep you busy for a while, so in the meantime, take good care of your parents. -

While reading Jinwoo's message, God confirmed that the phone vibrated again while reading the last one, and another one arrived.

It was another message from Jinwoo.

- No matter how powerful the Powersuits are, it's entirely your gift to overcome the horrors of death and build on them. Don't let your body roll. You will grow bigger and become more recognizable worldwide. I'm shutting down my phone at the end of this message, so don't text me anything that'll cheer you up. -

"Keek, keek... You're such a dishonest brother."

Although Jinwoo's usual emotions were cruel and abusive, the personality inside was someone who had the tenderness as a leader who cared for others well.

"It turns out there really was something called a chandelier. It's like they're coming out of a novel or a cartoon."

Outwardly, I only said insulting and violent things, but there was something inside that I recognized and worried about.

Moreover, I did not doubt that God would at least be bored if he walked with the thunderbolt because there was not even the slightest hint of irony and nuance in his voice that he would seriously insult.

As the respect for Jinwoo who acknowledged himself so much rose, he achieved a figure of appreciation 100 and respect 100, and the group who secretly confirmed it returned to Jihad with a sinister smile that had not been shown to God until now and for the next plan.

Now that I've tasted my dreams and hopes, it's time to fall into despair again.

In his mind, he had already devised all the scenarios, and even after he had teleported to jihad to coordinate the flow towards the end, he had continuously devised a detailed plan in his head.

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You know, I tell you the truth with so much honesty.

To be honest, if you don't like it, you're prepared to be caught in the crossfire, and you're going to have to put on "Yu 8600." (But the reality is a godsend force)

Well, if it was that bad, it would have been written in the first place.

Anyway, the reason I write this stuff... is to say you're demons.

I was like, "Yahoo! Let's go back to Minor." And I saw him again today. 12208 (12183 for the front registration). What?

Hahahaha, the readers didn't recover their shame from the bird... hahahaha, they went up even more. Hahahaha

... going up, going down, making people excited. Mr. Park.

Today, the second generation of authors, Limit Breaker, is chaos and chaos.

PS: God loves this novel.

God, that's fucked up.

PS2: I was going to slow this down over two pieces, but I compressed it into one piece because it was just men.

My clothes are cracked even though only men show up, and BLwaters are fucking BLwaters.