Limit Breaker Unleashed
“You’ve acquired that artifact. Congratulations.”
“Incredible luck.”
The two apostles’ voices were unmistakably excited.
Constellation Otherworld Discipline’s eyes sparkle.
Constellation Master of the Black Star is in awe.
Is it that good of an item?
◈ Can use one of two abilities:
◈ 1. Gain temporary Level 30 (10 minutes).
◈ 2. Release target's restrictions (3 minutes).
◈ Cooldown: 7 days.
The item’s abilities were as follows.
I checked the item info again and asked,
“What exactly do you mean by ‘release restrictions’?”
“Ah, that applies to apostle-level beings like us.”
Lucifer jumped in with an explanation as if he’d been waiting for my question. He looked genuinely pleased.
“As I mentioned before, Gabriel and I are under output restrictions imposed by the system. Our true power is on another level entirely.”
So that wasn’t just bravado.
“It releases one layer of those restrictions. I can’t explain the restriction levels in detail right now, but…”
“It’s a taboo topic.”
Gabriel chimed in from the side, even using polite speech.
“If you use it on us, you’ll see strength on a whole other dimension. Please use it on me.”
“One vote for Legend+ grade.”
The two apostles made their strong pitches.
“Is this different from apostle ranks?”
“Think of it as a completely different concept. If base output is tied to rank… then restriction release is like unlocking our original power.”
Restriction release.
So it temporarily empowers an apostle.
Honestly, they’re ridiculously strong already, and they can get even stronger?
This is no joke.
For reference, no info on these restrictions could be found on hunter community sites.
It seemed like an artifact impossible to obtain at this point in time.
Schwick.
I slipped the black bracelet, Limit Breaker, onto my wrist.
You currently possess 3 Black items.
• Black: Apostle Summon
• Jet Black: Devil Pendant
• Jet Black: Limit Breaker
Black energy is strengthened.
Adding another black item had strengthened the energy.
As confirmed in the labyrinth last time, denser black energy improved defense.
“Master, collecting white items would be even better.”
“Ahem, the color that suits Master is obviously black. Ignore this one.”
They each had their favorite color, it seemed.
I hadn’t deliberately collected black items, though.
They’d just accumulated naturally.
Might as well focus on black ones from now on.
I glanced out the basement window. Dusk had fallen, darkness settling over the street.
“Anyway, everyone worked hard today. We nearly had a disaster with the death wave, but thanks to you two, it ended well. And the rewards were huge.”
“Not at all. Compared to you, Master, I did nothing.”
“Master carry.”
I chuckled in response.
No joke—they’d been essential. Impossible without even one missing.
“Let’s call it a day and rest.”
We’d be busy again starting tomorrow.
Everyone had their own way of unwinding.
Lucifer started cleaning the bathroom, while Gabriel munched on snacks I’d bought and watched TV.
I browsed Nutube and the Hunter Wikipedia, gathering info.
Bound to be useful someday.
The long day came to an end.
The next morning.
Bubble bubble.
A delicious aroma teased my nose early on. Lucifer, ever diligent, was up preparing breakfast.
“You’re awake? Today it’s doenjang jjigae.”
“Oh…”
A summon who even made breakfast.
My fondness for Lucifer shot up.
“Hey, move.”
Lucifer nudged the sleeping Gabriel with his foot while carrying the tray. Gabriel half-opened her eyes.
“What about my food?”
Gabriel looked more familiar the more I saw her.
Why so familiar…?
Her behavior matched my little sister’s.
“As if I’d prepare any for you. Go buy your own or figure it out. Master, please eat.”
Despite his words, there were three rice bowls on the tray. Noticing my gaze, Lucifer explained defensively.
“I eat two bowls.”
After breakfast, the schedule was set.
Activate Instance Gate (C)?
Cost: 50,000 Coins
This gate auto-dissolves on failure.
This gate is solo-exclusive.
Clearing the C-rank instance gate.
To test Gabriel’s power too, and grab rewards along the way.
Lizardmen defeated: 0 / 70
Lizard Sorcerer defeated: 0 / 1
Stepping into the gate brought a wave of humid heat.
“Hot.”
“Yeah.”
A dense jungle stretched before us—tangled vines and thick underbrush, a true rainforest.
“I can cool things down.”
Gabriel stepped forward confidently. Some cooling magic?
Rustle.
Then a lizardman burst from the foliage. Humanoid, spear in hand, clad in leather armor.
It spotted us and flicked its tongue. As it reared back to throw its spear—
Gabriel inhaled deeply and murmured,
“Heavenly Demon Divine Art.”
Wait, what?
Did I mishear?
Heavenly Demon Divine Art? The one from wuxia novels?
“She probably just borrowed a cool-sounding name from martial arts stories. 100% sure.”
Lucifer hurriedly explained, seeing my shocked face.
Oh, that kind of thing.
Whoosh.
As he finished, Gabriel thrust her hand forward. A ferocious blast of wind pressure swept over me.
Kaboom—!
The energy exploding from her fist pierced the jungle. A powerful vortex cleared my line of sight.
Vines, bushes, trees, lizardmen—everything flew away.
A single strike that banished the humid air.
“Whoa…”
A breeze began to fill the void.
Boom—!
Gabriel didn’t stop, kicking off the ground and charging ahead.
Boom—! Thud! Crack! Boom!
The jungle shook like bombs were detonating. Soil erupted skyward amid continuous explosions.
Lizardmen fled in panic across the leveled plain.
Lizardmen defeated: 56 / 70
If Lucifer specializes in ranged bombardment, Gabriel’s thing is close combat.
Rumble—!
Gabriel stomped the ground, sending lizardmen and earth flying upward.
From there, I couldn’t track with my eyes.
A white flash streaked through the air, swiftly mopping up the lizardmen.
“No joke.”
“Gabriel mainly uses holy power. Not that impressive, though. I could do the same with black magic.”
Bare-handed, without weapons, and already this strong.
With dedicated weapons, she’d be even more powerful. And she could use ultimates too.
Conveniently, they’d been added to the reward list—worth aiming for.
Schwick.
“Master, see that?”
Gabriel returned without a drop of sweat, utterly composed.
The lizardman habitat was thoroughly wrecked. The jungle was now mostly flatland.
Honestly, I could barely see it.
Too fast.
But insanely strong? Crystal clear.
I quietly gave her a thumbs-up.
A cool breeze blew from the devastated jungle’s rear.
C-rank Instance (Personalized) Gate cleared.
Issuing Legend-grade rewards.
One of the ma-in strategists, Roland.
“Hoo.”
He’d found the entrance to a hidden dungeon in a rural Korean mountain.
Now for the final dungeon.
Brushing aside old leaves revealed an ancient wooden door. Roland’s lips curled into a sinister smile.
With these hidden dungeons as mediums, I can summon it.
Endless magi poured from the black key in his hand.
Crackle, fizz—!
He forced the sparking black key into the hidden dungeon entrance.
“Kuh!”
Indescribable pain assailed him, but Roland clung to his senses.
He was desperate.
The death wave had been cleared single-handedly by Mumyeong.
And Mumyeong’s feats didn’t end there.
Precursors had appeared before.
World boss soloed in one go.
Even the demon meant to bring humanity disaster—defeated.
Demons alone can’t handle Mumyeong.
Estimated to have two apostles too.
The Key of the Apocalypse could unseal even demons, but summoning one wouldn’t change anything.
Just more handouts for Mumyeong.
I need even stronger demonic beasts.
Blood vessels burst in Roland’s gripping hand.
Summon of ‘Phantasmal Species: Black Cerberus’ is prepared.
This beast’s rank is Super Legend-grade.
Super Legend-grade colossal beast, hellhound Kero.
The underworld gatekeeper might match Mumyeong.
“Can’t fail this time.”
Rumble—!
Intense vibrations heralded a massive gate rising over the valley.
Cough.
Dark red blood poured from Roland’s mouth.
To block the variable called Mumyeong, no choice.
“I’ll definitely… definitely take you down.”
Red glow flared in Roland’s eyes as he muttered.
At that moment, in Bulmyeol Guild.
“Cheon Iryeong the hunter seriously isn’t going home?”
“Said she won’t leave till she sees Mumyeong.”
“Won’t she get mad if we don’t wake her?”
“She ate lunch early. Waiting for Mumyeong.”
Bulmyeol guild members headed to the underground cafeteria together.
Cheon Iryeong was sleeping upstairs, so they’d left her.
“Not even sure if Mumyeong’s coming.”
“Guild master knows something, right?”
“…”
“Doesn’t wanna tell us.”
Cheon Iryeong had shown up with her bags just yesterday. Planning to stay awhile, no raids scheduled.
A female guild member cautiously asked Sa Choiheon,
“Guild master, is this okay? Cheongmyeong won’t complain?”
“Well…”
Sa Choiheon was pondering too.
Cheon Iryeong was a key figure active until late in the apocalypse.
In multiple regressions, she always fulfilled her role as a powerhouse.
She should’ve grown rapidly in this death wave, but Mumyeong had taken that spot.
No one can replace Cheon Iryeong.
The All Master who handled heal, tanking, DPS, buffs—all in one—was unique worldwide.
But the outcome’s better.
Huge gains from this death wave.
Saved many hunters’ lives, minimized social chaos.
More hunters would tackle future trials.
I’ve led as many hunters as possible into better conditions.
Through repeated regressions, Sa Choiheon realized.
Couldn’t change everything alone.
Even if only he grew strong, he’d be the sole survivor.
Meaningless.
To save the world from ruin, as many talented potentials as possible needed to survive.
And Cheon Iryeong was one such precious hunter.
Too bad to just send her back. Might as well mentor her growth here.
Helping her grow wouldn’t be hard.
She had the talent.
“For now, she can stay in the guild and train together—”
Sa Choiheon froze mid-sentence.
“Guild master?”
“What’s wrong?”
Sa Choiheon stood motionless.
A guild member waved a hand in front of his eyes. Finally, Sa Choiheon furrowed his brow and pointed ahead.
“Over there?”
Looking where his finger pointed, the guild members jumped in shock.
Something impossible was there.
“Ah! B-bread bag!”
“M-Mumyeong?!”
“Shh, quiet. Others’ll hear.”
“Not Mumyeong, his apostle.”
The Bulmyeol members buzzed excitedly.
Before them stood a man with a bread bag over his head and a woman whose face was shrouded in light, both holding trays.
Sa Choiheon approached them.
“…What are you doing here?”
Black Apostle Lucifer.
White Apostle Gabriel.
The two apostles stood in the cafeteria, trays in hand.
Lucifer replied nonchalantly,
“Huh? What else? Eating. Pretty good. Lots to learn. Can apply to Master’s meals.”
“Lots of meat. Little veggies.”
Gabriel’s tray was piled high with meat. Her second helping.
Lucifer continued matter-of-factly,
“And I said I’d come. Why the surprise?”
He hadn’t expected them the very next day.
Let alone in the cafeteria lining up for food.
Sa Choiheon sighed and asked again,
“Mumyeong didn’t come?”
“He didn’t, but it’s as good as him being here. I came on his orders.”
Schwick.
Lucifer set his veggie-packed tray on the table and straddled a chair. Pointing his chopsticks at Sa Choiheon, he said,
“Here for the item sale payment, as promised.”
Utterly brazen, like it was his place.
Lucifer added with a sly smile,
“Sa Choiheon, open Bulmyeol’s vault.”