Limit Breaker

"Son of a-bitch!"

A moment ago, a deity who appeared to be dying rushed towards the civilian ceremony screaming furiously.

"Kehek!?"

Starting to strangle the people with enormous grip, they vomited out a groaning that was suffocating, staggering, unable to cope well with the sudden situation.

Puck! Puck!

Min-tae punches God in the face, but instead of defending or dodging his fist, he looks nervously at himself with blood-stained young eyes.

"Sir!"

At that time, some of the colonialist's men rushed in and tried to rip off his arm, while others beat him at random. However, the more pressure applied towards the neck of the colonial ceremony increased.

"Die! Die!"

"Th-that's it...!"

The moment the face of the Minnesota became blurry, even though it was suffocating and had no blood flow.

Boom!!

A great sound echoes from the back of the god of the South Palace.

"… Ah……"

The god of the South Palace, who was relieved of his arm's strength with the shock he felt on his back of his head, was able to feel the burning pain as if he had unknowingly placed his hand on the back of his head.

Axis-

Then I checked the hands on the back of my head, and I found a huge amount of red blood on the palm of my hand.

"Ugh… ugh…"

I checked his back, and one of the Colonial gangsters breathed out a heavy breath to see if he was desperately beating the body of God, and hit the back of his head with a thick, hard part that could be used as blunt force in a broken power suit.

Fluffy...

The god who could not overcome the shock inflicted directly on the brain fell helplessly, and closed his eyes to see if he had lost consciousness.

"Huff… huff…! Son of a bitch...! You could have been killed!"

I forcefully stomped on the back of a fallen god, but my body twitched with the reactions, whether it was because of the drowsiness of my neck, or when I faced the fiercely lively eyes.

"Bro, it's time for the cops to come."

After kicking the trunk of the god of the South Palace several times, his servant told him it was time for the police to come.

Despite this kind of commotion, the police did not reveal themselves because the police who could hear Kim Gun Ho's breath received a report, but they were deliberately responding too late until EZHU could destroy God's power suits.

However, when Minuteman who seemed to be at risk of that spare time mentioned the police, Minuteman opened his mouth, smacking his toes to the side, knowing that he had to be arrested in this situation.

"Son of a bitch! Next time, it won't end like this! Let's go, boys!"

Min Tae-sik was ashamed that he was instantly frightened of this guy, and when he came next time, he resolved not to end up normal.

"What are you looking at, you losers!"

He shouted in a loud voice at the people who were gathering in the commotion from the house of the Southern Palace. He squeezed their gaps and hid his tracks.

Speechless voice--

When all the thugs disappeared, some villagers who had just come in found the Necromancer God and his father turned into a painful corpse, and urged the police to report that a person had died.

The senior police officers, who realized the situation had already been resolved, immediately dispatched them.

The top brass who received Kim Gun-ho's bribe tried to finish the job by identifying the body first and transporting the wounded god to the emergency room.

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The god of the South Palace, urgently transported to the emergency room, was being treated with an oxygen respirator in his mouth.

When the group arrived at this point, they volunteered their guardians for medical expenses, and thanks to their quick actions and treatments, they were able to save lives, but they were struck on the head and found to be in a state of brain death.

In other words, only the body is a living plant human.

His doctors secretly suggested that euthanasia is one of the best ways to explain to Jinwoo that modern medicine is very rare for plant humans to return to their original state and that the odds are extremely bad.

However, Jin Woo decided to continue caring for the patient, refusing the euthanasia offer because he did not suspect that the god of the South Palace would use this shock to awaken his abilities as a hero.

'From time immemorial, the protagonists of modern fantasy novels have great Munchkin abilities. What kind of power does this guy have?'

As a result, while protecting the Southern Palace God, who became a vegetable, he began to study the ambassadors to put a wedge in his mind, thinking, "What should I say when he wakes up?"

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"Ahhhhhhhhh…!!"

The god of the Southern Palace roars like crazy in a dark space with no one.

"Grrrgh! Shhhhh!!"

The god who was suffering with tears of blood gripping his heart was beginning to feel the shock of his father's death in front of his eyes and Kim Gun-ho's manipulation behind the tyrants who tortured him.

"Why! Why! What the hell!! Why should I be the only one in pain? Why do I have to suffer like this?"

Rather than being alone in a space like this, I cursed my life to make myself suffer.

He never harmed anyone, even if he thought to himself. Rather, when the company was healthy, he built it up by giving people a hard time. At least he didn't do anything to deserve someone's grudge.

However, his company was completely destroyed by the Gim Gun Ho, and the people who helped him so far began to turn away without even turning their eyes.

Even in such a desperate situation, the rich man tried to earn money by doing good work in some way rather than committing crimes, but the world continued to push the rich woman to the extremities.

I don't understand.

Why don't happy endings come to those who have lived well?

Why is it that only the villains who torment themselves have to go through a well-fed and well-lived happy ending?

Why did he have to face such a miserable death when he didn't have a grudge to help people?

Why, why! Why, why!

The god of the Southern Palace, who released his tears by vomiting his hatred and anger with a sudden release, cried bitter tears, accepting the fact that his father died when he regained some sense.

"Huff... huff... Father... Father..."

As I remember my childhood memories that were sweet and fierce only when I played evil pranks, my yearning for my father began to settle down, and God slammed his face to the ground and wept.

With all that anger, hatred, and sadness still lingering, he returned to his usual god of the South Palace and did not conceal any wonder as to where this dark place might be.

'Where the hell am I...?'

He was clearly unconscious through a metal part of a power suit punched by a colonial subordinate.

Moreover, his body should be a mess, but he did not feel any pain except that he had just been torn apart by extreme sadness.

Dark space with no one, nothing.

"Is this... the afterlife...?" "

I know it sounds silly, but it doesn't make any sense.

This is because a solid part of the Minuteman's subordinate punched the back of his head with blood, which could have killed him.

"Don't be ridiculous! You can't die like this! I can't even get revenge like this!!"

The god who had never wanted to die so futilely has been angry, biting his lower lip tightly.

"I can never die...!"

Oh, my...

While raising my voice, I suddenly saw a bright light shining from one side of the room that was nothing but darkness.

A sphere of light as big as a man's fist.

"Eh……?"

Hwaak - Huwook -

Subsequently, two more spheres appeared in the other direction, and the spheres began to hover around God.

Although it didn't feel threatening, the naturally alert god was always ready to fly with ease in case of an incident, as something unknown was about to approach.

Ooo-

At that time, one sphere of light slowly flew toward itself, and I touched the sphere of light with my fingertips to see if it was dangerous or not.

So-ok -

And without any resistance, the sphere of light was absorbed into the palm of God's hand.

"??"

I couldn't understand what was going on, so I turned my head,

"Khhh!?"

Suddenly, the video regenerated in my head and I was suffering from a brain burst.

"W-what is this…!"

Memories that come to mind, regardless of his will.

After escaping from a dark and narrow place, I saw the appearance of those with exotic appearance, and since then, someone's life at the first person began to rush through God's head at an enormous rate.

"Shhh!"

Although it was extremely fast, the God who accepted 100% of the content began to blur his existence as he remembered clearly, and instead, the presence of a man named 'Kanberg de Lowellphone' had never been heard of.

"My name isn't... Canberg... I'm... I'm not...!" I'm a... Southern Palace... Siyin!! "

A noble family wizard by the name of Canberk de Lowellfon. A great wizard with outstanding talent and a strong background in the noble family, who left a short name on the continent, standing on the edge of eight circles at the end without a big conspiracy.

"Get out of my head!" My revenge! Don't erase my grudge!! "

As he embraced the strange but somehow familiar human life, Kanberg de Lowelphone, who felt his identity and hatred and resentment fade away, cried out and recalled the last sights he saw before he lost consciousness.

Kim Gun-ho, who constantly harassed himself, broke the power suit, killed his father, and ambushed themselves.

And…….

'Sir...!'

I began to deny a human being named Canberg de Lowellfon, remembering Jinwoo's only memory of giving him a hand in salvation.

"Away!"

Kuang!

God lowered his head to the ground, vomiting a screaming gasification, and it was a dark space with nothing but ground, so the hard floor and the head of God collided heavily.

"Hah... Hah..."

The sweat and rough breath that flows like rain as if they were moving hard without resting.

Fortunately, God managed to rid his brain of the existence of Canberg.

However, after expelling Canberg's existence, the memories he left behind accumulated in the head of the god of the South Palace.

"… Is that so……. This is... the emotional space that embodies your mind..."

As he absorbed the memory of Canberg, the Great Circle Mage, he discovered what this place was like, looking at the spheres of two light circling around him.

"Memories of my past life...."

The spheres of light were memories that the former life of the god of the South Palace remembered.

Now, I don't know why previous life memories come up like this, but one thing is clear:

"This power... is beyond the scope of this ability..." "

Talents were mind-bending, deformed, and so on, but the magical power was free of such restrictions as fire, water, and reinforcement.

However, there are not many drawbacks. Spells and magical powers were required to be used instead of various abilities, but these abilities needed no advance preparation and only one source of mental strength.

Generally speaking, if you go to the military, you test your abilities against soldiers.

It is because if there is one more powerful person in the army, it will be helpful.

The result of God's acceptance was that He was a 'perfect incapacitator.'

I received the result that talent for this ability was 0%, but I honestly didn't think much at the time.

However, God, who was bullied by gangsters, despaired that he was 0% incapable of Awakening this ability and had to fall into despair without even one hope in the bay.

"With this power...!"

A world of talent where talent is everything.

This power is not a talent, but it can be used even without a talent like this one.

I feel so much pain in my visions.

Moreover, the magic of the systematic content that came into my mind was not a reality of fleeing delusion.

The problem is that if we are careless even for a moment, we try to erase the existence of the 'God of the South' by placing our values and personalities in us.

The crisis of disappearing existence.

However, God did not run away from another sphere of light slowly approaching, but accepted it.

"Yes... whether your memories take over my body, or whether my hatred and vengeance overcome you!"

When Kanberg tried to erase his memory and values as a god of the South Palace, he was captured through hatred toward Kim Gun-ho, Min Tae-sik, and Kang-ho's group, and grace toward Jinwoo, the only one who helped him.

I accepted a second lifetime of memories, remembering how I could enter the supernatural world without talent, how I could avenge those who afflicted me with powerless self, and how I could repay Jinwoo for giving me a line of hope for myself.

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Hey, did you know that the god of the Southern Palace is so pissed off that he can take a Body Enhancement Grade 10 and a Mind of a Grade 10? (In arrogant tone)

When I first encountered a modern fantasy novel, I was thinking about this part because the memory of my past life was fondant in the head of the main character, and I couldn't wait to see what kind of ability you were hoping to unlock. I'm sorry. I'll stop bragging.

But every time I saw a novel that reminded me of my past life, I felt strange, and I remembered all of my past life, and I didn't realize that the memories of my present and my past didn't collide, and that they didn't converge so well.

Previous life is an old self, so it's kind of hard to feel like a stranger, and if you accept all the memories, of course, you have to follow the changes in the values, and I didn't understand how to ignore them and deal with them.

Explaining, in my own way, how dangerous it is to allow the god of the South to embrace memories of your past life is the key to this.

After all, if it wasn't for the Confederacy, there would have been no reason to kill the father of the Confederate God, and the level of hatred and grudge that would establish his identity would have been low, so the Confederate God and the Confederate God combined with four people's memories, values and identities would have been the protagonists of the prophecy that Grace saw and the Masjid showed.

Originally, it should be an ideal hero to protect the Earth by mixing well the values and identities of four people, but because of the involvement of Jinwoo, the Nam-gu god uses it to overcome the values and identities of the former people.

After all, the god of the South Palace has a full zero talent for this ability. Well, there's no physical enhancement.

PS: As expected, my novel will be ruined!

PS2: I hear the crew going down! Wa-ha-ha-ha-ha!