The Hero Is Overpowered But Overly Cautious Novels & Stories

“Your father will call Ilya if I don’t do what he asked.” “You’re bigger than him. You’re far stronger than him. You could have just punched him or knocked him out and called Jasper, but you always chose the hardest way because you like the adrenaline rush, you like danger, you like taking a risk, you enjoy saving lives too much, too much that you don’t even think the feelings of the people who care about you. I couldn’t be that person anymore, thinking of your safety every time you go out there. You have men, Gabriel, every resource, human, technology, information, and weapon, and your teams are capable of doing as you can, but you wouldn’t just stop. Your hero Boy Scout routine doesn’t wor

“Stay back behind something when the shit happens. Don't try to be a hero." ”says the guy who is walking into a TRAP, HELLO.” "I'm not walking into a trap. I'm springing one." He tested his own weapons, the actions rehearsed and fluid. "Damon thinks he's in control. That's his weakness. He underestimates everyone around him." "Does he underestimate you?" "Always has." Kade tucked a knife into his boot. "He thinks I'm soft. That I am — too much conscience, too much doubt. He's wrong."

The heroes protected their people from wars when they were alive, and they continue to guard them even after death. With a long gun in hand, the eight hundred meter no man's land is no joke. Amelia looked at the mutation, her gaze falling on the boy's face, "Can you handle it?" "It doesn't affect me," said Lucky Potent bluntly. "But I'm worried it might affect you. Everyone has their weaknesses, and I'm afraid your dark side might be triggered. Then neither of us can get out of this formation."

He wasn’t a hero. “You can fool everyone else, but the ring on your finger proves you are the Hero we’ve been waiting for. Although the others can’t see it, I sense you have a powerful protector in your talisman holder. You might be young and weak now, but the prophet doesn’t lie.” Feeling torn, the words remained stuck in Zen’s throat. Venedict was slightly sceptical about the drunken priest’s words, but the seed of doubt had been planted. There was nothing Zen could say or do to prove otherwise. The side quests that Zen chased led him down a path of no return, too deeply woven into the lore of this dungeon.

Angered. "What's going on?" Look up ahead. "The heroine? A real heroine? The heroine that everyone in the family loves, the beauty is extreme, and the strength is built quite well. In short, a strong woman." Surprise. "Did you have to deal with the heroine? Facing one-on-one? The battle is predictable by the looks of it. This is a society that oppresses women!" "It's blinding! But the color is a bit slanted towards that dark color. What's wrong?" She realized something was wrong.

He was silent before chuckling, I waited for him to sober up to continue. “Of course, it's good to know your enemies. Good boy.” If only he knew what I had in store for him, he wouldn't dare call me boy. “I have a deal for you.” I dismissed the rubbish he had spouted out. “Oh? The boy wants to make a deal.” He laughs with his men. One dangerous trait he has which is also one of his weaknesses is underestimating his opponent. His men murmuring about what made me think I am entitled to strike a deal.

Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colours, his weakness evident to his bosses the heightened their force. He dodges the strike of a smart rogue, maybe not so smart as he clamps his face with his rough hands, crushing his bones, his claws dishing deep into his face. He aims for the one he suspects to be the master, his mask has feathers and his physique is larger. Mid-way, he realises it is a wrong decision. He is too weak to indulge the leader, what if his brothers are weaker?

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

And what’s more, can’t even beat a guy who's body look like it didnt gone torture and is spoiled at home for being a boy who can carry the family surname, he was truly frustrated and angry, wanted to find someone to comfort him and wanted to find someone to vent his frustration rather than drinking alcohol to vent as it had a high risk of changing his life for the better or, for worse. Gabriel was slightly startled after he heard that short cry coming from the guy earlier who was being cocky, but then he ignored it. It’s not surprising if this guy cry, judging by the attitude and posture and the way Clone handle himself, it is a spoiled Hero. " ... “The system was quiet like a cat had gotten

Living in this world is already enough. If my mother can't fight for herself that led her to her death, then I'm different from her, far more different from her because I can feel that she made me be this world's warrior. Is she expecting me to be a freaking hero? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint her but I'm selfish. I just want her to have her justice- our justice, but I never planned to be one of those "heroes" that just failed regardless of how hard they fought. This is not a matter of strength anymore but a mind battle, that's what they missed saving this world. Yes, there are some of them who tried fighting but they all failed because they are dumb enough to move without even thinking. The