The Main Character Hides His Strength Novels & Stories

I was being such a coward. I then saw a familiar flight of stairs to my left, ah yes! the forbidden garden, I ran with every last bit of energy I had up those stairs. Finally, I opened the rusty doors and my mind instantly calmed down at the sight of the garden. I went to the farthest corner and collapsed under the apple trees. I finally breathed properly and took in a long breath of fresh air. God, what was I even doing, amidst the chaos of my mind, I lost sight of what I should be doing, I had to get my wounds bandaged! I had to let the others know I was fine! but what was I doing instead, what was I doing hiding like a coward in here?

“I’m not some weak mutt that can easily be taken down, and today you and every fucking body else are going to see just how strong I actually am.” For years, I kept my true strength hidden, afraid that it would cause me grief or worse, get me killed. I kept it in check, didn’t use it no matter what; even when Chanel’s father and Diego’s father banished me, I continued to not use it. But things were different now. Just the thought of Chanel lying there bleeding out, her life slipping away from her slowly, caused the beast in me to want to come forward.

They felt like Fane had deliberately hid his strength just to make a joke of Alex. Fane took a deep breath as his lips curled up into a smirk. "Can you stop making such a big deal out of yourself? The reason I hadn't revealed my strength is that I've sustained a few internal injuries; you just don't have the skills to see through it. "Do you think I would've even bothered talking to you if you hadn't run your mouth like that? You were the one making assumptions, saying that I was only at the early stage of the innate realm. I've never said that my strength is already at the spring solidifying realm. I never spoke about it before merely because I couldn't be bothered talking to you!"

I was too busy withstanding the heat of her barrage of questions to look there way. “Yes. He’s uh strong, and no he can’t fly.” I blinked at her. She couldn’t possibly expect me to tell her my father’s ability. Our kind didn’t do things like that. We had to hide our power from people that could become our enemies. That way they never knew how strong we really were. A smile unfurled across her face and she giggled a wicked sound. “Mine is strong too. He can make people do things, but don’t tell him I told you that.”

“Wait! Even if you are unable to join us right now, we can at least introduce ourselves." As I turned around, a smile came on my face. This is exactly what I was hoping for. It was a lot of fun to play a weak character and then use my powers to destroy everyone. Now I see why all of the main characters like to keep their strength hidden. However, it was tedious and a waste of time. I didn't like the idea of a tiger disguised as a sheep. Why do you need to conceal if you're a tiger? Many protagonists want to remain low-key, but when some random person humiliates them for being weak, they face-slap them by revealing their true abilities.

As the seconds stretched, I held onto his hand as if it were a lifeline, a lifeline to a truth that had remained hidden for too long. His immense strength was undeniable, a quality that I had come to recognize in him. It was evident that he wasn't a person one could easily manage; his presence commanded attention and respect. What intrigued me, even more, were the myriad of bruises that adorned his body like marks of his battles. These marks told a story of his tenacity and an unconventional strategy, for it was apparent that he allowed his adversaries to harm him deliberately. It was a deliberate choice, a calculated move to absorb their blows, as though he believed that by withholding his

replied Master Nacol with a bitter smile as he shook his head. As it turned out, the young man had been extremely strong, even stronger than Nacol’s master! He was also, however, extremely good at hiding his own strength. It was the reason why Nacol’s master had assumed that he wouldn’t have any trouble subduing him again if he began acting up.

“This is not like anything we’ve faced before. The cloaked figure… it knows you. Knows your weaknesses.” Eva’s jaw tightened. “Then it will see my strength instead.” She exhaled, allowing the combined energy of her powers to flow through her, steadying the fear, sharpening the focus. Every heartbeat resonated with purpose, every pulse of light and shadow harmonizing with the unyielding force within.

Guild Survivor was not as strong as it outwardly appeared. Unwilling to give out too much information that could be used against him, Zen summarised the Treasure Hunt Event. “I hid and prayed with all my might,” Zen admitted. “If not for my party members coming to rescue me in time, I would not be here.” Humming at the boringly generic response, Chatura paid more attention to the reaction of those around Zen. Contrary to the image Zen had, the young chef was surprisingly guarded. She was unable to pry more information about him, even with small talk. Zen was openly honest like a children’s book. However, he was not exactly transparent. This was the kind of person Chatura found hardest to dea

“In a sense, you’re saying if we don’t have something and we know we can never have it, there’s no need to waste our time. Find something equally matching to replace it for the meantime while finding what we lack. By the time we get it, the replacement would be a bonus.” “Yes, you’re right,” Aurora confirmed. “I like that logic!” “As for the strength, I have Hilton to thank for that,” Aurora said, and many eyes turned to look at the gentle man who was standing beside Zach in surprise. “What? Him?” “Yes, him. Don’t ever get on his bad side. Even with that extremely gentle face of his, he possesses the strength of a hundred men. So if you want to increase your level of strength, he’s your go-t