Max Level Hero Strikes Back Novels & Stories

Adair said, “But with your strength…” James waved his hand to interrupt her and said, “If my strength can defeat a powerhouse at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation, then I would not have to do this. “I tested Rebella just now. Even though I’ve got a new skeleton, I can only fight someone at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Eighth Tribulation’s lower grade. Even if I regain my Golden Body, the strongest I can take on is someone at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Eighth Tribulation. What will I do if we encounter another opponent at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation?”

He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke. "90% infrastructure destroyed General. Should we proceed to the next process?" The young general looked beyond, his gray eyes sharp and devoid of emotions. "Yes," he replied shortly. The ship suddenly shifted and it's crew came bustling around. The levers from the sides of the ship were slowly lowered as it started to descend and eventually landed on top of the tallest building in the city. A giant supervising the crew shouted commands as it guided the others to their stations. "Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!"

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Consumed upon activation. > A rush of genuine excitement surged through me, momentarily pushing back the creeping fog of physical fatigue. A Level Two Mind Push was a massive game-changer. It meant I could temporarily bypass much higher mental resistance levels—giving me a powerful, unexpected weapon against far more cautious, high-value targets like Lucien Laurent, whose natural skepticism and formidable willpower would otherwise prove impossible to break with my current baseline stats. This feels dangerously close to playing a high-stakes video game with real-world consequences, I thought, a quiet, cynical smile playing on my lips as I leaned my head back against the leather headrest.

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One after the other, he launched his attacks at Ashton, but to his shock—even though he'd used the fullest extent of his power—he couldn't break through the protective barrier Ashton had formed. His strikes were like a gentle breeze hitting against a cliff, dissipating into nothing right away. He couldn't harm Ashton at all. His gaze darkened. Like a hungry beast, he gritted his teeth and roared. At the expense of hurting himself, he pushed himself to his absolute limit and shouted, "The 82-Replication Strike! Die, you!" This was his most powerful move, and also the last one he could make. Karl was certain that with this strike, Ashton would surely be killed and reduced to a bloody corpse.