Limit Breaker

"……."

In the room.

Although he was able to successfully complete the surgery to reattach the severed arm, knowing that the Pentagon was working with the government, he was dumbfounded and stared out the window.

Wearing bio-nano suits will quickly recover from his ability to regenerate, but Magnus somehow refused to wear them and spent a lot of time lying in his room.

He refused to wear the suit because of the pain he felt on his extended arm.

Even the lives of those who had died for themselves would be lightened if this pain had just been swung away, and I felt the pain continually so that I could engrave the senses on my body because I thought that my anger towards the Pentagon would be lightened.

The president was taking the time to coordinate a deal with the Pentagon by respecting the doctor who wanted to lie down more in his own room, judging him that it would complicate things if he went against the Pentagon.

There was only one question in Magnus' mind, staring out the window with a blank expression.

'I... What should I do now...' '

To be honest, he was very lucky.

I met a technologist named Jinwoo who had the ability to make bio-nano suits and heligates fortunately for himself who was desperate for this ability.

He broke into the presidential palace because he felt he had to give a strong impact to meet the president, and even though he had nothing to say about being killed or imprisoned immediately, he listened to and supported the contents of his "Superhuman Registration Act."

It's possible because luck followed it.

But in the end, all that luck ran out.

Suddenly, Helgate was destroyed by an extraterrestrial monster, the president allied with the Pentagon because he could not use the lives of his people as gambling chips, and Jinwoo, the creator of Helgate, did not overcome his unique liberty and disappeared somewhere.

In this situation, Magnus was devastated by the question of 'what to do next', but he couldn't answer for days.

feeling of helplessness.

He runs one of New York's most famous trading companies, but he has a new blood standard compared to the Rothschild family that runs the world.

Bio-Nano suits give me a good level of power, but it's literally "mediocre," and it's hard to get into the top class in the world.

Moreover, when the superhuman registration bill made by the secret of repentance was abolished, he was no longer able to do anything.

'If the treatment is to be cured, my role will be to mediate between Jinwoo, the government and the Pentagon.'

Since Jinwoo is so cool that someone has to play the intermediary role, there is not a lot of complaint about this.

But the biggest problem is that what you can do is that that just explained to you is over.

I hate it.

I hate to admit that that's all I can do.

I hate the Pentagon for handing over its superhuman registration laws using politics, and I hate the government for holding hands.

So what do you want me to do?

Who would listen if an individual told you he hates the existence of things that are neither powerful nor powerful?

"I... I... I...!"

Recognizing his limitations, Magnus falls into even greater despair.

When I was so desperate to be dominated by the feeling of helplessness that I couldn't do anything,

Boohhhh--

"?"

The phone that was sitting on the nearby table began to vibrate.

I wanted to be quiet by myself, so I put it in vibration mode.

Magnus grabs the cell phone and checks the sender, his eyes turn pale.

'Jinwoo...!'

Jinwoo, who disappeared somewhere, called him because he didn't like the stuffy place.

Magnus circles around without even knowing it.

And I thought to myself, "Why are you wandering around? 'He thought, but he pushed that question into one corner.

Immediately after dragging a picture of a green background painted by the phone, Magnus immediately opened his mouth.

"Jinwoo?"

- Hey, come on. Apparently, he broke the Hellgate. What the hell are you fighting about? -

"You know, an alien came out and fought them. I had no choice."

- You mean the alien monster. Well, there was a lot of commotion, you know, controlling information and all. -

"Instead of calling you like this, you're going to come back?"

- Not right away, but I'm going to play around and get in. The Hellgate has been destroyed. Shouldn't we be working together for a while? -

Having checked that far, Magnus is able to confirm that he is not yet headed for the production base.

"Where is it? I'm on my way to you right now."

- Why come and draw when you're going to play? -

"It's not that... I just want to meet and talk."

-... got it. Then I'll tell you where I am. -

In the voice beyond the phone, the tone of his voice was also changed as he felt a sense of urgency and seriousness for some reason.

This is also why Magnus doesn't hate Jinwoo.

Magnus would not have trusted Jinwoo with such an inappropriate attitude if it were just a rash brawl that he could not even read.

However, unlike the seemingly rash appearance, Jinwoo is also normal (?) have a personality.

The current phone call is proof of that. If he were the "rude and impulsive" personality trash that people think, he would have hung up on him in a way that he could.

Anyway, Magnus, who confirmed Jinwoo's location, hangs up the phone and straightaway wakes up.

"Khh!!"

Although the severed arm is thin, Magnus scrapes his jaw tightly and raises himself up.

"Phew... Phew...!"

Sweat pours down from his body through the pain, but Magnus plunges through a corner of his possessions, ignoring the pain.

All that came out of the cargo was a bio nanosuit.

Even though I was not afraid that the deaths of soldiers who fought with their lives would be easily forgotten if this injury was so easily recovered, I started wearing suits forcefully because I thought I would be deprived of strength or consciousness by pain on the way to this body condition.

"Huff... ugh...!"

Every time I push the severed arm into my suit, I feel the pain of my arm being torn off.

Of course, he was anesthetized, but the anesthetic did not contain all the pain.

However, when I wore the bio-nano suits, my whole body felt lively and my severed arm began to twitch.

It started to regenerate.

Glug-ug--

"Hehe!"

Because the ability to regenerate consumes a lot of nutrients by creating new damaged areas, I felt a hunger like something was stabbing me in the stomach.

He remembered that he had left a fruit greeting gift in the refrigerator, then ran out of the fridge and started chewing the fruit out of the refrigerator.

Wazak--

Glug-ug--

Despite crazily chewing the fruit, he continues to cry out for more nutrients in his stomach, as if he could hear a hanger.

'Yes, what I wanted was the same from the beginning. I didn't have to suffer, I didn't have to think.'

Answer to the question I've been thinking about for days: What to do from now.

It had something to do with why he went around twice when he got a call from Jin Woo.

'Fight. Fight. And then, with my own hands, I peel off the masks of the heroes.'

Yes, his goals remained the same from start to finish.

You need your strength to do that.

Now that we've teamed up with the government, the power to deal with the heroes who have even fallen on their backs.

He was able to talk to Jinwoo, the only person who could give him that power, and he wandered around unknowingly.

Heroes are called 'justice' from the world. I tried to strip them of their masks with the power of the state, but the superhuman registration laws I had planned for their politics were abolished. '

Magnus regenerated the wounds on his arms and continued to be deprived of nutrients, making him feel hungry even when he ate, but he was revitalized by the act of eating something.

"My personal reputation doesn't matter. Even if the world calls me 'Evil', I will surely strip off the masks of the heroes! '

Heroes are just scum who are lucky enough to be empowered and presumptuous.

The scum who run away leaving even the citizens they have to protect when the real situation comes.

He's not after social chaos.

He only wants real heroes who want to fight for justice at the expense of their own lives.

Then, he decided once again to become a candidate for the real ones and the fake ones.

Even if the end of that path is evil, even if it is the last to be fingered. '

'Let's meet Jin Woo first. I organize my home and my company.'

If I had not met Jinwoo and lived my whole life with hatred for heroes, I would have continued to be president of a trading company, but now it is different.

You wage a life-or-death battle with your own strength, and even try to use it with your own strength.

Just as it was hard for a thrill-seeker to endure an ordinary life, Magnus refused to return to the president of an ordinary trading company, who used his strong power to experience the full combat experience of life and death.

Beyond that, however, there was also a mix of minds to ensure that the way forward would not adversely affect the people of the company.

Moreover, all the employees who lived together were killed by the mysterious intruder, so they no longer had a reason to keep the mansion, nor did they lose their minds.

I ate all the fruit like that, but Magnus, who was still feeling empty, changed his clothes and went out thinking he should eat something once he met Jinwoo.

"The bait moves."

Then, someone who was watching him outside the window communicated that Magnus had moved using his cell phone.

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"Sir."

"Oh, why."

Jinwoo, who bought a hot dog on the street and started exploring American street food, answered God's call half-dry.

"To be honest, I don't really understand Magnus' plan to use him. The government has already abandoned the superhuman legislation, so that's where his role ends."

God wondered how much influence he would have on Magnus if he was just the president of a more prominent trading company.

"Obviously Magnus' influence is close to zero. But I'm sure he must be useful somewhere."

"Why is that?"

"Well... I'm a little surprised you asked."

Jinwoo tilted his head as if it was strange that God didn't know this, but he explained once I asked him.

"He's one of your kind."

"He... me?"

"Personality, values, they're all different, but you and he have one thing in common."

Magnus and the Southern Imperial God have in common.

"Neither of them bends their beliefs."

Jinwoo, who said that, opened his mouth again to God.

"What if someone asks you to betray me with a huge sum of money?"

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."

God was able to see the eyes of the negotiators who were trying to turn themselves in, with little hatred and living.

"Right? Just as loyalty to me is your belief, hatred based on trauma from heroes is Magnus' belief. And if it is,"

There, I tasted it with a mouthful of hot dogs that stopped talking for a while.

"Well, Akira and Ycilian cuisine are delicious, but sometimes these low-end street foods are fine."

Even if you eat a lot of nutritious and delicious food all the time, sometimes you want cheap food.

Jinwoo tasted the hot dog on the street and opened his mouth again.

"He'll do whatever it takes to reverse the situation or keep his convictions from bending." The proof is that he came to see me in person. "

Those with strong beliefs tend to be exomyeloid without compromise.

Such unilateral bone marrow tried to advance at a distance when it was blocked, or try to break through obstacles, but Jin Woo saw Magnus as the type to break through obstacles.

If you compromise and bend your beliefs in the name of reality, you are only a man, so it is worth meeting with him.

"He's not going to bend his will."

Jinwoo went on a street food tour waiting for him to arrive, expecting what Magnus would say.

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Oh, shit.

I've been trying to make images since over 20,000 pieces of wood, but the readers won't help me.

If the other writers were talking, they'd be freaking out right now. I wouldn't even get up here if I told my readers to swear at me like a fucking asshole;

Why are only my readers here?