Limit Breaker

"Ahhhh!"

Fujimine, who was chased by something in the dark and had a nightmare trampled by something huge, stood up screaming and convulsing.

"Stay back! Stay back!!"

"Fujiminey! Calm down! Fujimine!"

At that moment, a familiar voice is heard, and she bends her arms in the direction of her voice and pulls on the owner of the voice.

After a few short breaths, Fujimine carefully opened her eyes and found herself in Iri's arms, only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah... Iris..."

"Yes, it's me. So just calm down."

Due to Iri's body temperature, Fujimine regained some sense of sanity, giving her time to look around.

"… I see. Are we... captives...?"

"Yes…."

Honestly, he wanted to deny the reality that this would never happen, but Fujimines faced the reality with a face that he thought was ugly and did not want to degrade his dignity.

"Phew……."

However, when Fujimine saw the absolute power to inflict such terrible pain on himself and to bring all his stratagems back to nothing, he shrugged and calmed his shoulders and trembled.

Iri put her hand on her back as if she were trying to calm her down again, but I couldn't tell her not to worry, even with an empty word.

Jin Woo would never treat a prisoner 'as an ordinary' person.

The Geneva Convention, which demands civilizational treatment of prisoners of war, along with a number of agendas that have been globally contracted, is the worst evil that lures and insults prisoners while ignoring the reason that 'I did not accept such a treaty'.

I'd rather endure torture or physical violence.

No, I can show the great samurai spirit that never bends to those who torture and abuse them.

The problem is that Jin Woo's torture is not just torture and violence.

It breaks and breaks the spirit of being a woman from the ground up.

Through torture using a woman's gender, she clearly imprints that she is a 'male' against a woman.

If you stand before him, it is not the relationship between the prisoner and the torturer, but only the "male who becomes a predator" and the "female who becomes a victim."

However, Iri somehow managed to disassemble and escape the necklace EIEW limiters that were on their necks, as it was clear that the anxiety would create panic if she had barely told Fujimine the truth.

"Huh? You're all awake."

"Hehe...!"

Unlike Jonathan, Fujimine, who had already become his prisoner, had no need to hide his face.

Fujimine's face is new, but his unforgettable voice and impertinent tone intuit his cleanliness, giving him the sound of a frightened herbivore beast screaming.

Hiding her behind her back, Iri looks forward with an angry look in her eyes toward Jinwoo, and groans low, but she can only see the last footsteps of a fragile beast that would die from touching Jinwoo.

"Whoa, whoa, don't be so nervous. Fortunately, we're only talking today."

Jinwoo, who thinks he would rather not do it than give a clumsy assistant, has more time to revise tomorrow's strategy and tactics, so today he just came to talk to Iris and Fujimine and tell them where he is.

"I'm not having this conversation with you!"

"I don't have a conversation with you either. Fujimi's the one I want to talk to."

Since Iri's treatment had already been decided, his gaze focused on Fujimine hiding behind her.

"Fujimine, the King's direct descendant and the most popular talent in Japan."

"The king! Do not call the Emperor King so low in Josenzing's ways!"

"I told you to shut up. The least you can do is say" king. "And I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about Fujimines."

Jin Woo even tolerates a provocation in his arms, but never forgives as much as the one who betrayed his heart.

That's why Iri has withered unnoticed by the cold eyes of the snowman who no longer has the slightest intention of enslaving her.

His eyes were as cold as a butcher killing an animal to get meat.

This means that Jin Woo treats himself like a beast to be slaughtered, not as a living human being.

Iri was more and more desperate to get out of here somehow, but as he continued to talk to Fujimine about something, he looked back at her.

"W-what are you trying to say?"

With a frightening voice in his appearance that broke all of his strength and tactics, Fujimine, who looked at the two eyes of Shifu beyond the prison wall, but with the voice that concealed the emotions of fear as best he could, jumped to his feet behind Iris's back.

The reason he broke his molars is to keep his legs from twitching.

"To make a proposition. Some kind of win-win?"

"?"

I don't know what he's trying to say, but I decided to listen, because I don't feel hostile at first.

"My proposition is one. Fujimine, give me everything you've got."

"What are you talking about?"

"Surrender your body and the rising sky to me."

"!!"

"I am very generous to a submissive person like this. If you give yourself to me, you will show me the glory of becoming the woman who will conquer the world and the win-win you loved so much will be the best in the world."

Of course, if there was an organization called Wok-il Ascension in his hand, within a year, the organization's name would be Wok-il Ascension, and the contents would be something completely different.

"How's that? Isn't that generous? Perhaps if Jesus had received this offer, he would have been so generous as to kneel on his knees and call it the grace of God. I'm so glad you're back!"

And Jinwoo sings a hymn that she remembers instantly.

Iri and Fujimine show their uncovered expression of awkwardness, but Jinwoo is still intoxicated by her generosity.

"The probability of me flirting with my prisoners with the conditions I so desperately need to spread is equivalent to the probability that a pathogen attached to the tail of a meteor that passes through the Earth spreads to the Earth and the world will perish."

"……."

"……."

"D-don 't you get it? So what if we could spend a single day in front of Santa Claus' grandfather giving away presents at a rate of 0.68 seconds per good kid, using Christmas to young kids all over the world?"

"……."

"……."

Got it.

Earlier, Iri came back to the arms of Wok-Il-seon and explained how to clean up.

- Once you've met him, you'll realize he's not a sane human being. -

At that time, I just thought I was more irritable than a normal person, but after talking to him, I realized that I wasn't in my right mind at all.

It's about time everyone had a conversation to learn their own damn character at once.

"Did you think that if I threatened you because I was a prisoner, I would bring you flour?"

"I'm not blackmailing you... but you are..."

Jinwoo scraped the back of his head against Fujimine's voice, rebutting in a small voice with a fabulous expression.

"I am the direct descendant of the heavenly host who inherited the blood of the great god! And Wook Il Chun is a sword for the Japanese, who will once again give the Japanese the same great empire as before!"

You are descended from a great god. And Wook-il Ascension is an organization that exists only for the future and glory of Japan.

The angst and determination that the situation was bad and I couldn't hand it over to Josenzing filled Fujimine's head.

"Oh. Is that so?"

At that moment, the light air that had not felt any tension until just now became heavy with his voice.

"Ah……."

No, actually, his eyes had just changed to the same as when he met on the battlefield, half joking towards himself and half sincerely mixed.

However, Fujimine glanced at himself with a fierce smile that he could not dedicate to his body, mind and even to the rising of the world, and his fierce smile was only to say that he had switched between Iris and Fujimine for a while.

"Let's see how far that validity goes."

"!!"

Then Jinwoo took a step outside the prison, and the sound of his regular ringing footsteps slowly drifted away.

I'm hit!

Iri senses that they… no, Fujimine has already fallen for his tricks with a frightening look on his face.

Perhaps he knew she would not accept his offer.

Nevertheless, the reason for this was to purge the fear in Fujimine's mind.

The less you fear yourself, the more justly you deal with it, the more the demon Jinwoo will torture the woman to the fullest extent until she is satisfied with joy.

But I can't tell Fujimine that I just got my courage and my pride back.

Unlike just a moment ago, Iri felt frustrated by Fujimine returning to her old self.

'We have to escape. We have to get out of here somehow.'

Eventually, Iri began to find a way to escape with her motivated Fujimine, who told her Fujimine had to escape before she could be assisted by Jinwoo.

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"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."

Dr. Orozki Nishijo, held captive by Riellus, was spewing out a choking scream while being swept away by the black energy on a bed in the General Medical Unit.

His voice sounded like he could not boil the sputum, his veins burst, red and red, and his eyes bulged as if he were popping out. In his fist, his fingernails were digging through his flesh and drenching blood.

However, Dr. Nishijo was writhing on the bed like a bug, screaming as if he had suffered more than that.

"You'll be dead in 10 minutes."

The dark magic that you used to kill your father and torture the gangsters who used to torture themselves. The god of the palace, who also used to use you, waited for him to turn white.

His orders from Jinwoo were to brainwash Dr. Nishijo into an ally.

By the way, this order was not given in return, but in advance to take Dr. Nishijo prisoner before attacking Tokyo.

After finishing filling the Magic Beads within the body of Death Knight, the god of Nam-gu, who came to Dr. Nishijo, was deliberately going around the cumbersome path despite the easy path.

"You can burn a cranial nerve for a wager and turn it into a sack, but your guilt is not lighter to use such peaceful methods. Embrace the pain you inflicted on your ancestors.

By the way, the reason I wanted to brainstorm Dr. Nishijo in this way was because he was one of the best bioengineers in the world, and he used Dr. Nishijo to produce a variety of bacterial weapons and monsters when he was making machine soldiers.

Of course, the ability to build as Jin Woo's player ended quickly, but it was too bothersome for both of them to care, so the intent was to use Dr. Nishijo in this way.

Since he's a seasoned bioengineer with a lot of research and knowledge, he should be able to do enough with Jihad's production management system.

"Um... But what about the post-brainwashing personality?"

While brainwashing the weak-willed person followed their original nature, brainwashing the light-headed person could give the Black Wizard his personality according to his preferences, thinking about how to adjust this part and waiting for Dr. Nishijo's will to collapse.

And Dr. Nishijo.

"Huff-puff! Huff-puff!"

Dr. Nishijo, wearing a restraining robe for the mentally ill with limbs, screamed horribly with a ragged mouth, but a machine press much larger in size was slowly coming down towards him.

And the mechanical press first came into contact with Dr. Nishijo's torso, but the press will slowly collapse on him without a slight, tiny change.

Couddeuk - Puck! Go!

"Huuuh-uh!"

Pressing on Dr. Nishijo's body, the sound of his flesh exploding and bones breaking rang out, but scientists in white robes outside were arguing with each other and writing something down about how much pressure the body could not bear.

Just like he used to write the test reports for the test subjects.

Help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help! '

In pain you've never felt before, Dr. Nijjo wanted to scream for your life, but Press broke his torso and came down to his face.

Faggot-- Faggot--

Slowly crushing his head, he heard the cracking of his skull, and his head burst out and his brains and eyes protruded to all sides, and Dr. Nishijo, who had barely regained consciousness, had been caught in a leather restraint while lying on his body.

"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh! P-please stop it...!"

He cried out like a child, but the scientists in scrubs ignored his cries and split his abdomen without anesthesia. That goes from the upper chest to the pelvis to the lower waist.

Uhhhhhhh!

"Shut it off!"

"See how many minutes you can survive after splitting the ship. Measure the time."

I heard someone's cold voice, but Dr. Nishijo vomits blood out of the pain of a split stomach alive, and struggles with the pain of a torn body.

"Que... queek! P-please kill me... Je-baal... Please kill me...!"

A few minutes later, Grobuto screams in eternal pain as he dies as he wishes, but becomes the victim of another Maruta experiment he conducted.

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Well... I guess I mentioned Lunatic Money, and everyone thinks the next dungeon is the story of Becoming a Dungeon Master and Eliminating Adventurers;

Unfortunately, this next piece is called "Become an Adventurer, Have a Party, and Attack the Dungeon."

And most of the games that I recommend to you are a trap.

I play more special games than ordinary RPG games, and when I look for games that no one else is looking for, I am more familiar with rare games.

After all, the next little one is not leading a dungeon, but an adventurer attacking a dungeon. Please know that.

I can't believe everyone was surprised to think of a dungeon that was different from my own;