Limit Breaker

"Oh, fuck!"

While he was drunk during the day, he still touched his whole body and uttered profanity.

"Why is it my fault that he's an idiot?"

Hearing that the god of the Southern Palace had become a vegetable, and that his father had died, Gim Gun-ho was furious with rage and blasphemed at the Gangho Clan, who usually treated him kindly.

The eunuch who asked me if I couldn't even make him kill himself without overcoming the agony, turned the god of the South Palace into a cripple and fell to the people who killed his father.

Eventually, after being beaten by a group, the people who were expelled from Kangho wave were sick for a week, and they were only able to wind up outside.

Despite being a lowly executive, discarding the members in this way means that Kim Gun-ho's anger is enormous.

"F... fuck..."

All I could do was threaten to beat people, and I breathed because I was so desperate to eat and live.

I came out of the house because I was frustrated by the nature of being stuck in the house, but I literally left without any income, so I had to go back to my home.

I still made some money doing violent things, and headed to the villa area, not the shabby house in Daldong, like the house of the Southern Palace God.

Heading to the villa where he lives, the ordinary woman who met him met him, and dodged the grassy smell of liquor and escaped.

The way he acted and the nature of the South Palace rich woman, he probably threatened or caused problems by doing things that disturbed his neighbors.

'Damn. I can't believe I have to give up this life...' '

Ming Tai, a life rewarding for feeling inferior dominance when others were afraid of him, never wanted to live a life where he worked hard and killed his life.

'Yes. Where is the gangster in Seoul?'

He once again remembered that his job was natural bombardment, and decided to go live a new life in a place like Busan after quietly relaxing until his whole body was healed.

Choo-choo-choo

So determined to go to his house on the second floor of the villa, he opened the door and went inside…….

"Hello?"

"… eh…?"

Immediately, when the god of the South Palace greeted him with a bright smile that he became a vegetable, he opened his mouth and tried to say something.

Tak

Before that, the hand of God touched his head slightly, and the Min-tae ceremony fell down, revealing its white position.

No, to be precise, God took away his body and made sure there wasn't too much commotion.

Pow!

Then he closed the door and locked it, leading the body of the fainted Min-tae to the inner room.

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"Ugh...?"

When he regained consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes and confirmed that the landscape was his home, he breathed deeply.

"Dammit... I guess you're really drunk."

As soon as he came into the house, he saw the face of the god of the South Palace and thought that he had a dream after the film had been cut. He tried to raise his hand to his head, which started to hurt while frowning.

"Huh? Huh?"

Unless his body was tied up.

"W-what the hell!"

I thought I was strangely frustrated, but I still felt that the influence of hangovers was only then that I could understand my situation.

Sitting in a chair, restrained by a chair and a whole rigid rope.

And then...

"Hey, you awake?"

"You… you…!? I... I'm definitely a vegetable...!"

The image of the god of the South Palace appearing out of nowhere smiling at himself.

"There's no reason for you to care. And isn't it more important than that?"

God glanced around with a gentle smile.

"Hiya! You live in a nice house!"

"W-wait...! I... I just did as I was told above! The man who ordered you to harass your family...!"

"Gun-ho Kim."

The muttering god behind his back, interrupting the words of the Minotaur Ritual, glanced down at him coldly, bound in his eyes that he already knew everything.

Knowing that he already knew who was behind it, the eyes of the colonialist were rapidly moving left and right, refuting that the brain was spinning like crazy.

Knowing that he was going to die by the god of the South Palace, he desperately found an excuse because he had to somehow turn his anger to the other side.

"I didn't make you a vegetable! Huh?! My man did this to me!"

"How did I find your house?"

"!!"

The eyes of the god of Nam Palace were stained with the nuance that he had already visited the person who made him a plant human.

Eventually, the last act of civilization began, with all the cards that could turn his anger elsewhere.

"Fuck! I told you your father's violent revenge would eventually return to violence! And you want revenge like this!? You son of a bitch!"

"……."

"You told me not to use violence against my opponents! You... Cough!"

The god who decided he was no longer worthy of listening to the colonial bullshit made it impossible for him to hold his chin so he could no longer speak.

"My father's words are not very wrong. But it had to have the whole condition that the other person was a wise person who knew the meaning of forgiveness. My father was like that while talking ideology and being forgiven and merciful to a punk like you... or even less."

With a slight bend in the waist, the booth that meets the height of his eyes with the folk seated in the chair shifted the position of the hand that grabbed his chin, and headed toward his head.

"But I'm grateful to you for that. Thanks to you, I was able to find someone to lead me and make me feel the true true taste of revenge. Thank you so much, Min-tae. You have completely erased any objection to the vengeance that was left in my heart."

In the past, God gave a colonial ceremony to his father's words because he also had a feeling that violent vengeance was inferior.

However, thanks to the ethnic group, we were able to erase all of those objections because they were hypocritical, and we were able to realize revenge now.

"This is my revenge."

Kuaaaah--

"Shhhhh!?"

Immediately, black smoke began to appear in God's hands, and black smoke was absorbed into the mind of the colony like water touching a sponge.

Gurgle-

And I stretched my head out in front of the white eye, but that was it.

"What kind of magic is that?"

Jinwoo, who stood silently in the corner to advise the southern gods on their revenge, asked for an explanation of what magic was.

If this is some sort of magic that kills after suffering for a very short period of time, I was trying to explain it to you to switch to something else immediately.

"Do you remember the memory I had of an ex-witch who was both an assassin and a black magician?"

"Was it Luo? That was his name, after all."

"The reason he became popular as an assassin is because he thoroughly tortures and kills his opponent with a dark magic curse. Especially when it comes to grudges, he must have tried to get a referral through Luo."

The roof! Qadang!

After stopping for a moment, God twisted his body painfully and roughly, adding a satisfactory smile to the look of a folk ceremony on the floor.

"He's probably being retaliated against by the people he's been torturing."

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"Get him!"

"Seize it!"

Various people were laying around the mountain with hammers and bats in their hands.

"Huff! Huff!"

And the person who was being chased by them was a Minuteman who had just been tied up in his room.

"What the hell? What the hell is going on? '

Just now, he was locked up in his room.

After feeling like something was coming in from his head, he regained his consciousness and realized that he had fallen into a thick forest where no trace of man could be seen.

I didn't understand what was going on, but I couldn't just stand by and look around.

After a while, however, he found a crowd of hundreds of people, and the joy of discovering them was that they ran away, but when he found them, he started running back with a lifelong scream.

Min-tae began to turn and run away from the life that felt like his whole body, but a group of young boys to old people chased after him, keeping a steady pace.

Tuck!

"Ugh!?"

Eventually, Min-tae, who had fallen to the rocky roots, tried to resurrect her swollen legs, exhaling violent breath from a long-standing reaction.

"I got you!"

Boom!

A healthy mid-40s man slapped the people's shoulders with a wooden bat with a frighteningly crooked face like a 'demonic spirit' in the classical sense.

"Shhh!"

With the pain of the crumbling bones, the arrivals rush forward and start trampling the colonial body roughly.

"Aaaah! Help me! Help me!"

Boom! Boom! Puck, puck, puck!

On a truly rainy day, the people's ceremony was dusty, and when a crowd of more than 100 people stopped beating it, they became exhausted.

"Son of a bitch! Do you have any idea how much it hurt when you got punched in the foot with a broken bone?"

Unlike a small figure, an old man who appeared to be in his mid- to late 80s slapped a colonial knee with a huge ohamma.

Go, go!

"Queeeek!"

"You didn't like the speck on my forehead, did you? You didn't like the look on your face!"

A high school student with a black dot on the middle of his forehead screamed at the pain of crushing bones, but then he took a cigarette lighted on fire and lost it in the middle of his forehead.

Chi profit--

"Ahhhh!"

He screamed again for the pain of losing weight from the cigarette fire, but more than 100 people came out one by one, expressing their grudges and turning his body into a floodplain.

Making the eating ceremony even more miserable was that the bones of the entire body were broken and asphyxiated, but they never fainted, and they were still suffering vividly.

So, with the grudged ambassador of all those who had tortured him before, the mannequin ceremony, the last of the fit men, gathered and held a huge hammer and struck the whole body, and died in that terrible pain.

"Queeeeeek!"

Oh, my God!

Min-tae, who made such a painful scream, opened his eyes unknowingly to the sudden applause.

"W-well...?"

Apparently, he was in the middle of a dense forest until just now, and the people he tortured confirmed that his vivid, beaten memory was captured by the god of the South Palace in his own house.

"What...? I... I'm definitely dead...?"

"Fantasy."

"Fantasy……?"

"One of my new gifts thanks to you. Isn't that too realistic a pain to be imagining?"

He could not easily believe that the situation that was alive like reality was an illusion, because of the pain that he still felt as a whole body.

"For the record, in reality, it's only been a minute."

"N-no way! It's been an hour since I was there, no matter how late!"

"Wow. One minute an hour in your world? I didn't know that. That's good information."

God set up an electronic watch in front of the colonial eyes, which he had found somewhere.

PM 03: 16 Again, God, who had shown me the electronic clock with black smoke on its head, showed me his hand.

"Most of your men lost their minds in half an hour. How long can you hold out?"

"S-stop it... Please... I'll do anything... Please...!"

Instinctively realizing that black smoke was the reason for his visions, the people began to beg miserably, but God opened his mouth in a cold voice.

"I would have forgiven you, too, if I had asked for forgiveness as soon as I saw you. However, you begged cowardly and begged for forgiveness, blaming others to the end, and because it didn't work, my father said," Forgiveness. "Until the end, I felt uneasy how stupid my father was to show mercy and tolerance to scum who couldn't admit their sins."

The gods who had already visited the servants of the Minnesota realized through their reactions how worthless and vain "forgiveness" was what their father said.

"I'm sorry! I'm begging you to forgive me...!"

"Told you? The ambassador should have seen me as soon as he saw me."

Kuaaaah--

Again, black smoke was absorbed into the mind of the Minnesota, and the screams that were heard every minute rang out loudly throughout the whole Minnesota House.

However, the god of the palace, who had already blocked the sound from leaking out with magical power, smiled brightly, feeling that this was true vengeance, every time he screamed, every time he wept tearfully that he was wrong.

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First, revenge on the Min-tae and second, revenge on Kim Gun-ho.

After writing the next episode, Jinwoo reveals his identity and accepts the Southern God as his subordinate.

If you don't deal well with the betrayal of the person you believe in so far, you'll have a dark hero who can hardly cope, but Jinwoo kills one horse, so please expect that part -_- ㅋ

And there are a lot of questions about whether God is stronger than Jin Woo, and the answer is YES. Assuming that Jinwoo's ability is 10, then God's current ability is 10.2-4?

What's even more frightening is that there's still room for growth.

It's obvious that the ripple is too far away, but if you look at the commander of the astronauts who will come in a year later, you'll understand why the god of the Southern Palace should be so strong. Heh heh.

ps: For the record, I have no taste in ts...;;