Limit Breaker

Once he had arranged for the negotiation table, he had the technical experts standing by.

Since we are going to have a lot of money coming and going, we need experts to tell us about it in order to negotiate prices.

Among the experts gathered in the conference room inside the production base, Aim River, a senior scientist at the River, was also said to have some of the world's best technologies before the launch of the Tritiac.

He was old enough to see white hair from the traces of time around brown hair, rushing towards Jinwoo, raising his fever to worry about high blood pressure.

"Are you Jinwoo?! I've been wanting to ask you a lot of questions! What the hell is Hellgate……!"

"Whoa, easy there, old man. That's why we're here, isn't it?"

"Huge!"

With Aim's sudden actions, President Jacob vomited several uncomfortable coughs, reminding him that this is not the time to ask personal questions.

"Hmmm. I'm sorry about this."

He also sat on the other side of the meeting room, clearing his throat, and several experts sat in a form opposite Jinwoo.

Among the experts, however, there were orientals who didn't seem to be in a spiritual relationship with this, particularly the South Korean president and the ruling party secretary who had fled to the United States.

Using Jin Woo as a Korean, Jacob deliberately inserted a U.S. president and a surrogate to complain about ethnic sentiment.

However, the President of the United States, who was busy working on diplomatic relations with countless other countries, could not find out in detail the sentiments of the citizens of one country.

"Ahhh!? Aren't you the politicians who ran away without looking back because Korea is dangerous? The world is so much better now! I never imagined that those who abandoned their country would step into such an important position!"

And the lack of information on that created an unexpected flow.

"Watch your mouth! You know who we are!"

Lee Han-ho, the political secretary, blushed in anger and mourned toward Jinwoo.

"We are for our country! Tearing for the country, heading to America! Only then can we rebuild Korea...!"

"Fuck you. I'm 100% sure those bastards risked their lives to dispose of all their assets in Korea. If there is any property left in Korea other than land documents, it will be lost in my hands."

"!!"

At that moment, Lee Han, the president and the ruling party secretary, were slightly distorted.

Because it was all true.

"It is common practice, and it is natural for those who can say that if there is a major crisis in the country, to survive in order to deal with it. If we die, who can negotiate as representatives in the midst of all that confusion?"

South Korean president Park Gu 'an handled things as calmly as he could.

Apparently, when the President of the United States is on the verge of a national crisis, it's typical to evacuate underground bunkers or safe houses for their own safety.

In a film called Independence Day, where the President of the United States fights in a fighter plane in an alien invasion, it's a film, so it's possible.

Of course, the aliens are negotiators and they want to destroy all humans in their sleep and need at least one more person to fight.

"Ah, so only politicians and rich people went abroad without informing the people! That was really clever, wasn't it? The people who are left in Korea would love to hear that our President is very smart. Right?"

Oh, my God!

Jin Woo began to talk blatantly and publicly insulting to the president and politicians.

Normally, I would have just gone with my temper, but this was the official seat of the next President of the United States and Rosschild family, so I had to endure my anger as much as I could.

Of course, the reactions made my face a little red.

"Huge! Anyway, now that the hands of the three Tai Poles reach for the United States, the problem really gets worse. China is collapsing and the global economy is booming. So as the technician representing Korea, to the United States...."

The president did not intentionally mention any discomfort, but tried to make him a member of the government by calling him a 'technician representing Korea.'

If he is of Korean nationality, he thinks he can use him to gain advantage in negotiations with the United States.

However,

"Yes? Who is representing Korea?"

"……?"

"……?"

Hanho Lee and President Park Gu 'an muttered as they hung up their heads.

"I abandoned my Korean nationality."

"What!?"

You've already changed your nationality to America!?

President Park looked at President Jacob in a panic, but he also said, "He's not Korean. I was asking with a curious face.

"Why do I have to burn my body overnight for the lowest possible hour? With my technology, I can live well enough without having to use it for my country."

"Now... don't you have patriotism for your country?" You have such skills and still don't use them for your country! "

Although the secretary tried to touch his feelings with patriotism, Jinwoo still opened his mouth with an attitude that seemed to ignore him with a gentle expression.

"I think to myself, No one who emphasizes patriotism is truly patriotic. It is my theory that the one who emphasizes patriotism is the one who truly understands it. The evidence is right in front of you."

"You……!"

Then Jin Woo swung his arms lightly toward President Park and Secretary General, and they began to frown in anger, understanding who every country he spoke of was.

"... President Park. Please leave."

"Yes… yes…!? But……!"

At that time, instead of negotiating, Jacob decided to expel President Park and the ruling party secretary, who thought the emotional struggle would begin.

"Guards. Get these people out of here as soon as you can."

"Yes!"

Urrrrrrrrrrr

President Jacob instructed the guards to send them out of the conference room, and the Black Suit guards grabbed President Park and the ruling secretary's arm and dragged them out somewhat forcefully.

"W-wait! Let go of me!"

"You can't do this to us...!"

Boom!

With the conference room door tightly closed, their voices began to sound very slight, and President Jacob looked slightly anxious to see Jinwoo's face.

"Kyaa! Why is the same president so different?"

He smiled as if he liked President Jacob's resolute approach, but soon he glared at him with a slightly angry look.

"Then why did you bring such rubbish to this place? To appeal to people's feelings? Unfortunately, I've stepped on American soil to dream of the American dream because I hate Korean politicians."

"... I'm sorry about that."

President Jacob, who never expected to hate his politicians so much, apologized admitting his guilt.

He down-regulated the value of Korean politicians who were less valuable than Jinwoo, and felt something strange after a while.

"Wait. By the way... I heard you dreamed of coming here... But I didn't confirm that you were in the country." "

President Jacob asked what happened, and Jinwoo shrugged his shoulders as if it were natural.

"Of course. I'm an illegal immigrant."

"… What?"

"Fire. Law. E. min. Well, maybe if you get caught by the police and look it up, you should go straight to jail. Heave-ho!"

"……."

"……."

"……."

"… so you wanted cash from me……."

Everyone loses their words for his unexpected identity, and Magnus is shocked to realize why he only wanted cash, and relentlessly touches his head.

"Why? Are you arresting me? If you're gonna arrest me, I don't care if you spend a few years in jail. If only three taegeum had waited that long."

Jinwoo stretched out his arms and showed him to arrest him, and he started getting headaches every time he treated a man named Jinwoo.

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In American history... No, there is the greatest fighter in Earth history.

With a mix of white and black, white muscles and black flexibility have a golden ratio, and their fighting senses are excellent, so they quickly pull out the key parts and digest them into their own.

It's not a joke, but even when 20 unlimited fighters come, they have the skills, sense, and superior talent to overwhelm them.

A human weapon that can kill a hundred civilians lightly if you don't control your power to kill.

Even though he was the greatest fighter in human history, he was not exaggerated.

However, the greatest fighter in the history of mankind was rusting in his drink not long ago.

It was because God did not give him this much, despite giving him all the physical conditions and talents for fighting.

No matter how fast you run, you cannot reach the superhumans' ability to penetrate 100 meters in 2 seconds.

Strongly, wielding their fists to crush the bones is the limit for breaking rocks, but these talents can break iron very simply.

That's why he was desperate.

His power is not available to those with physical abilities that transcend the human race.

No, to be precise, you can defeat up to a Grade 2 Body Enhancer.

However, no matter how many attacks started in Grade 3 or higher, I was unable to defeat a skilled person with conglomerate vision and physical ability to evade their attacks.

As a human body, if you have many different bodies to the extreme, what do you do?

Even if the current is fat and muscleless, you can break rocks and break metal just by using its body strengthening grade.

Fighting sports in the United States are already occupied by talent.

Of course, it's not fun to compete with people who are too strong.

You have a speed that is hard to see in the eyes of ordinary people, and you don't find anything interesting.

Therefore, the average person's eyes can catch up to some degree, and grade 1-5 body reinforcements can take the place of professional fighters in a thrilling battle between a fist with a powerful force that can break rocks and an intense shock wave of fists.

No matter how skilled they were, no matter how strong their senses were, no matter how talented they were, they couldn't become fighters unless they were competent.

In the end, he was thrown out like garbage with a genius due to his lack of this ability, cursing his incompetent body and breaking his body with alcohol.

Then a man named Magnus Grimes appears to him.

He said he had known his role for a long time and that he was a fan of beating even the second-rate body strengthener.

Then Magnus reaches out to him.

"I can only describe your talents as gifts bestowed by God. But people admire you for not having this ability."

"So what? Do you have a magic potion that can bring you this ability?"

He used to get that kind of scam.

He was not stupid, but rather had a brilliant brain. Despite the desperation to gain this ability, he was overcome by such deception several times and wasted his wealth.

"I've also been scammed a few times before. Because there were times when I wanted to get this ability, too."

He makes a sharp shot and shuts his mouth to Magnus' gaze.

It was because Magnus had a strong yet true power in a different dimension from that of the fraudsters.

"However, I became a Grade 7 Physical Strengthening Owner whose Talents were perfectly zero. If you accept, you will also have the opportunity to receive this power."

"……."

He doesn't explain much, but feels the truth in Magnus' eyes, throwing down the bottle and holding his hand.

"Dead anyway, one last gamble wouldn't be so bad."

The best fighter in human history who had signed with him had learned that he was going to be government property for a while, but when he learned that he could also become a body strengthener, he began to prepare to burn everything he owned.

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I hate Blizzard.

Why? Because Blizzard refuses me.

I used to be annoyed when I merged my Battlenet account with my wow account, and he said he was out on Diablo 3 today, so I went through my Battlenet account to break the trial with him.

Your old account has been lost, so you can sign up for a new account, verify your email, and download the Battlenet launcher to log in.

I can't log in. The password is incorrect.

What? Because I wanted to retrieve my password, I said, "This Battlenet account is not eligible for account recovery."

No, I didn't write a special password, I wrote my usual password, and I haven't written one in less than five minutes, and I won't forget it.

Besides, why don't you find me your password again?

So I said, "Is my username new and locked?" 'I want to unlock my account, so I've gone over the limit.

I haven't signed up for this in less than five minutes. I've never pressed unlock before.

I can't take this shit no more! I will protest why not! "For your security, please enter the letters shown in the picture above," says Customer Support.

So, as you can see, if you press return to Battlenet Customer Support and there's no search, then... for the security above?

Here's what I understand.

These bastards have no intention of making me enjoy their games.

What's the point of Blizzard being good at localizing and making good games?

You're blocking me with your whole body saying, "Don't play our game."

I'm not mad at you either! Fuck! Fuck!

I'm now an anti-Blizzard hater.

From the time this novel is published, anyone who compliments or advocates for the reflow blizzard game will be blacklisted. This is no joke, no joke -- the writer is totally pissed off.