C64: Limit Remover

Like always, using Perfect Me felt weird.

I had no control over my body, but I sensed everything happening to it. My muscles twitched and twisted, and it was painful.

However, none of that bothered me. Because what drew my attention was the Ord control Perfect Me exerted. My Ord touched on my brain and punctured some parts.

The average human used about 20% of their muscle power; this was a medical fact in this world.

With 'Perfect Me: Limit Remover' those restrictions in the brain were released.

It was an abnormal state, but it shouldn't have any long-term effects because my order was not to go to a stage where it would cripple me.

But none of that mattered for now. This was a precious moment that I should spend learning!

I tried to etch into my mind and soul how my Ord moved in this state. As I concentrated, I realized this was even more complex than one initially might think.

My heart was beating faster, and Ord coated every vein where the blood pressure was the strongest, which stopped the blood vessels from bursting and leading to an excruciating death. There was Ord in my tendons every time my body moved.

At that moment, I realized Ord control at this level wasn't something a human could achieve.

There was too much multitasking. It was like a computer running ten calculations simultaneously while doing a backflip.

"Let's see how strong you are. Go push that," Ellen pointed at a tree beside her house.

It was a thick tree, as wide as my waist, and with the roots so deep in the ground, it was something even vehicles would have difficulty pushing.

I took a steady posture and pushed the tree.

The tree didn't even budge.

Then my heart rate increased and started beating ten times in a second. The veins in my arms bulged as if worms were crawling under my skin. I also started sweating, and my clothes stuck to my skin.

My breaths grew rapid, and my heartbeat quickened even further!

Holy shit! Was I going to have a heart attack?! Because that was what it felt like!

The tree shook and made creaking sounds, tilting off the ground. Its roots clung to the earth, and I pulled the dirt along the tree.

"Stop!" Ellen yelled out. She was wide-eyed. "I quite like that tree, so don't break it. Just show me your running speed."

I stopped pushing on the tree; the muscles in my arms felt like they were wriggling under my skin. They cramped and hurt like hell!

Then I crouched down and started running; the muscles in my legs flexed unnaturally and almost seemed to explode out of my skin. But after running for a while, I started bleeding from one of my eyes.

Ellen stopped me again. "Okay, your speed and running form is good. You're fast like a panther. Now let's see your battle power. Iron Fly, come out!"

A demon emerged from behind a tree. He looked like an ogre twice the size of an average human, and the monster had boxing gloves.

I put my hand on my sword. Ready to chop the demon to pieces. But Ellen shook her head. "No, I want to see how well you would do in hand-to-hand combat."

I threw my swords aside as now they were just dead weight, and I also put down Carpy's box next to the blades. They were both just dead weight to Perfect Me.

"This is the middle-class demon under my control, and his name is Iron Fly. He used to be a boxing world champion, but he was too obsessed with boxing. Even in his fifties, he continued to fight." Ellen glanced at the demon and smiled fondly. "Though at that age, he was losing almost every one of his fights. Contrary to his undefeatable record until his mid-forties. Despite losing every fight, he would continue to fight until he fell sick."

He walked toward me, bouncing on the ground with footsteps that left an afterimage. He got close and tried to hit me with a right hook. I couldn't see his jab.

To manifest as a middle-class demon when he died, the man must have been obsessed with boxing to the point of madness.

But at the end of the day, boxing was a sport where fighters had limitations placed on them.

Dozens of rapid jabs rained down. I crouched, almost touching the ground. Confused, the demon looked down at me and tried punching downward.

A boxer didn't punch their opponent once they hit the ground; this was unfamiliar territory for the demon. Because of that, his punches were slow compared to those I barely saw before.

I slipped between his legs and jumped on his back. I put the demon in a chokehold. With the limit breaker, my arm sank into his neck as I was choking him to death. But my bones creaked as if they were close to breaking.

But I was barely doing anything due to the monster's overdeveloped neck muscles. So I imbued Ord in my middle finger and used it like a knife to stab it into the middle-class demon's ear.

The squishy feeling of its brain, and I twisted my finger and scrambled his brain.

A gross squishy feeling overwhelmed my finger. The middle-class demon stopped moving and crashed into the ground.

His weight dragged me down with him too. But as I was about to jump away, all feeling returned to my body, and every function returned to normal. I was light-headed and felt like throwing up. My legs were like noodles, and I couldn't stand up.

Perfect Me had reached its time limit.

Pain rained down, and I shivered uncontrollably. My muscles were spasming.

"That was a good usage of your ability. Though with the limit breaker thing, you were at best only imitating a Warrior." Ellen said as she sat on the ground next to my slumped body. "But despite that, your fighting abilities are off the charts. Perfect Me… it's quite the suitable name."

She showed me a paper. "These are the grades I give you for your ability."

Control 5/5

Raw Power 2/5

Speed 3/5

Endurance 1/5

Battle Powers 5/5

Versatility 4/5

"It's a versatile ability. It's simple but complex. Probably has a lot of functions even you don't know about yet." She droned on with her explanations.

While she did that, only one thought went through my mind.

Hey! How about healing me?!

"Now that I have seen your ability, I can better understand your personality. You're afraid of making mistakes and probably don't think too highly of yourself. Assuming that people around you are better, whether in intelligence or power." She raised her chin high and smiled. "You like strategy games like chess. You likely want to be a cold and ruthless man, but you're not."

Hey! Are you a dumb bimbo?! I was about to die here while she talked about some theory.

Also, her hypothesis about everyone's abilities being a profound representation of themselves was wrong.

What if the ones who created said ability were young? People change. What about dumb people who just made a terrible and incompatible ability?

But whatever she said, none of it mattered.

"H -Heal me!" I said the words with incredible difficulty.

Ellen finally came to her senses and gave me an apologetic smile. "Oh, how silly of me! I almost forgot to heal you!"

Just do it, then! I'm in a lot of pain!

As she was about to heal me, she narrowed her eyes at my swords in the distance. "A fish and a cursed sword?"

But that only stopped her for a second as her face approached. She smelled like lavender, and when our lips touched, she tasted like cherry.

"{Royal Kisser}"

My muscles itched like crazy, like ants crawling within my body. A hue of green Ord surrounded me.

A sensation of relief washed over me. The closest feeling I could compare it to was holding your pee for two hours and finally achieving release.

Okay, that was a horrible example. But I couldn't come up with a better analogy than that, and I was simply too distracted by the alleviation that washed over my body.

Within less than ten seconds, all the pain in my body vanished, and she let go of her kiss.

She stared at my face a bit and pouted. "What? Not even a blush?"

I almost perished because you were distracted. But you still expected me to blush? You're into yourself too much, lady.

"You just kissed a fifteen-year-old boy. Just be glad I'm not reporting you to the police," I joked. Which almost earned me a slap on the back of my head. I moved out of the way of her hand.

Ellen narrowed her eyes and glanced at the items I had dropped before the fight. "Why do you have a cursed weapon with you? Are you some kind of rogue exorcist who has gone mad with power? Did you think I wouldn't be able to sense that?"

Ah, shit.