Overpowered Protagonist Novels & Stories

He starts to drive his hand into my chest, going for the heart, only this time his hand is practically on fire. But his mistake is underestimating me and assuming I will succumb to his flames. While my weakness may be my inexperience, his is his massive ego and overconfidence and I use that to my advantage. Using his own powers against him, I reverse his action. I start to burn him with his own flames, driving his own hand into his chest and going straight for the heart. It's now his turn to be in agony and knowing that it's me causing him this pain satisfies me.

Many people were discussing the matchup. No one had high hopes for James because the Son of Heaven had a distinguished background. He was the leader of the Overworld’s ten most prominent figures and the most distinguished disciple of the greatest figure of the Overworld. He had also amassed a plethora of impressive Supernatural Powers, all of which were extremely destructive when used. Forget about James by himself. Even if everyone present worked together, they still might not be able to compete with the Son of Heaven. Excluding Marcello and the person who challenged everyone, of course. Those two might be oddballs.

" I exclaimed irritated. "Do you think I wanna be like this?! I do love Megumi wholeheartedly, but why didn’t you make me have a superpower like Superman or Goku? What did you give me? Iru arm? How useless! And you gave me 12 holy weapons, right? Do you think a plunger deserves to be called holy? What a stupid author! A protagonist should be a figure who inspires everyone, not a figure who always be bullied by netizens!" Alfi yelled at me.

"Dr. Jhero wants us all to become part of his world domination thing, and although we don't want to become part of it, we don't have a choice but to agree, or else our families— their families will be either become zombies or be dead." Of course, all of the villains in stories use feelings and emotions as their greatest weapon against the protagonist, and when that happens, protagonists don't have a choice but to be controlled by the hands of the villain. The same goes in real life, when the bad person uses your feelings as a weapon against you, you don't have a choice but to bend down and give in.

His right hand held a mighty heft of oak, an enchanted quarterstaff of kicking-your-fucking-ass. Jon looked at this character sheet, thin in some places due to erasures, with pride. He had worked and sweated and rolled long and hard to raise this character with sub-standard statistics up into the powerhouse he was now. He had become a mighty hero who had conquered many a fearsome foe.

Therefore, Ima was the intersection set. She calmed herself, knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. Every action deserved an equal and opposite reaction. Ima was more than ready to handle the situation in her own ways and terms. She could not allow anybody to disrupt her life after her immeasurable efforts to build her empire. Whatever the stalkers and attackers were up to, she was going to know in a matter of few days. Money was all she needed, human resource was plenty. However, from the plenty, Ima had personalized one hitman. She considered him a holy assassin because he only went after sinners. Sinners by choice who required no repentance as the bible taught. He was a master at

Alex became increasingly curious and asked urgently, "Bro, what’s going on? You said that the opponent on the stage is a special fighter. Just how special is he? It can't be...like those TV show protagonists who possess some sort of divine or magical superpower, right?" "Divine or magical superpowers are invented and so far, it doesn’t have any scientific basis, so they’re not credible. However, the world is full of wonders. Essentially, that opponent in the ring is also an ordinary person, but...Young Master, you still remember the drug that I gave to Sir G before, right?" "The kind of drug that can make Sir G maintain his superb fighting strength even when he’s almost fifty years old?" "Th

ROSS My pack received a threat from the group of rogues. According to my beta, they're dangerous—I'm unafraid but I don't underestimate enemies either. Even though, I was known as the unbeatable Alpha that despite my condition... knowing that I'm slowly losing my abilities, gradually getting weaker, they still have hesitation to attack me with the idea that I am not just an enemy, meaning, I still have power. I'm still above them, and that's a huge favor to me. But the fact that I was also being controlled by an Alpha like me was strong slap to me.

Their bodies collide with a nearby tree, shattering their spirits and leaving them utterly defeated. Amidst the turmoil and disorder, I rise above, exuding an air of confidence and strength. As an alpha, I embody power and control, a testament to my resolute commitment to safeguarding what rightfully belongs to me. The opposition quivers in fear, their morale shattered by the overwhelming might of my very existence.

My punch had shattered their preconceived notions, rendering me a force to be reckoned with, a contender who had harnessed a raw and undeniable strength. As I stood there, the reality of the situation became abundantly clear. My victory was not simply a triumph of physical prowess; it was a display of the power that resided within, a testament to the determination that fueled my actions. The dent in Theroid's armor was not just a dent—it was a symbol, an emblem of the strength that lay dormant beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.