Overpowered Protagonist Novels & Stories

His ferocious and contorted face finally revealed a hint of fear. A Martial Overlord. In the realm of martial arts, only those who reached the level of Martial Overlord could shatter the sound barrier, surpassing even the swiftness of his blood-burning secret technique, and could halt his advance. This young man, an anomaly in every sense, was indeed a Martial Overlord—one with such a youthful vigor.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright © Rituparna Darolia. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the third book of the Overpowered Series that can also be read as a standalone!

"I get it. He's a spatial-type mutant. The missing Volmart supplies are probably all in his possession. That also explains how he got such a rare luxury snow crawler." Thorgan's soft face quivered as excitement coursed through him. "Spatial-type… He actually has a spatial ability. Damn. I'm jealous." Then the excitement drained away. He slumped into the chair. "Compared to him, my Snowstorm ability is at least one tier weaker. Does that mean he's the protagonist? And I'm… the villain?" Memories of countless games sent a chill through his spine. "Right. In games, there's always a mini-boss. Stronger than mobs, but only there to give EXP. My ability is completely countered by his. I can't beat

I would be the Luna of my worst enemy, the murderer of my father and pack. I had failed him. He had trained me to fight like a true silver wolf, but I couldn’t fight. This sedation was taking a toll on my health. It weakened my ability to fight. Images of my sweet mate, Xandrios flashed across my mind before everything blacked out.

Stunned, Gary observed Liam's utter domination over the henchmen. Despite the big disadvantage, Liam's skill and braveness made it seem as though he effortlessly outmatched them, it was as if the henchmen were the ones outmatched and outnumbered and not the other way around. The astounding display of combat prowess painted a clear picture: the ring's bonding with Liam had undeniably bolstered his fighting abilities to an exceptional level.

It was none other than Stavros, my beloved mate. Even the protective armor couldn’t shield him from me. Swords clashed, and I flinched at the deafening sound of metal scraping metal. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me. Stavros fought single-handed with the others, a strange glow emanating from his body. He sprang into the air as if he was a dragon! He broke every strike effectively with his sword, bringing his opponents down.

It was how I felt and why I constantly felt the need to prove myself and constantly pushed myself well past my limits. “Ahh, but you are not weak. On the contrary, you are a powerful individual. That is why you were destined to marry Balthazar and rule the Underworld. Someone who was weak wouldn’t be able to stomach the choices one must face down there. Someone who was weak would have left their kingdom without a fight and would have never questioned why they were being forced to leave. But that’s not what you did, Imelda. You decided to fight. You decided to leave and find a different path. To me, that isn’t weakness or stupidity. That is bravery and the purest kind of strength for someone

This is a magic academy. What's the connection with me, surviving? During my stay at the mansion or should I say palace, I discovered and learned different things. And one of them is that Lady Marina can't control her magic. I was so shocked when I discovered it, having a dark attribute was pretty rare so I immediately thought it was overpowered. According to what I see and read when the hero has super rare power, they will be Over-Powered, that they are some kind of prophet that will save the world with the power of love and friendship.

If the Moon had chosen me as its heir and fate had designed me for this purpose, then it was a destiny I would embrace no matter the obstacles. I must train my body to the highest level possible. No matter what it takes. I must never slack off. Never grow complacent. Never become weak again. Not after everything that happened. Not after being given a second chance. One day, my very presence would inspire fear in my enemies. My strength would make them tremble. And those who once looked down on me would be forced to acknowledge me. I, Olivia, would rise from the ashes as a reborn warrior. A survivor.

If he was wounded and got back up, it would be almost impossible to defeat them. Nevertheless, I ordered my men to charge. I would not go down without a fight. It was possible that I would fall before the fight even began, as the rogues could use multiplication magic. The man with invisibility magic was not the mastermind of this war. My current four opponents were, or there was another master behind it all. My men moved forward before me, taking out clones. They trusted me that much, they believed in me. Scarlett was there, doing her best to attack as soon as a distraction occurred.