The Max Level Hero Strikes Back 소설 & 이야기

Tony's eyes were not just filled with anger, but also a chilling, murderous look. The sweat on Greg's forehead kept dripping, and his shirt collar was soon wet. I mentioned the last crucial point. "Someone raised the trigger threshold of the warehouse floor. On a normal day, the system's alarm would go off the moment the warehouse door was opened or when someone moved goods at night. However, once the threshold has been raised, the warehouse floor will return to normal, and the anomaly will not be recorded within a short timeframe.

As I read each message Lisa sent, sitting on my balcony with a cup of hot coffee in hand, I felt nothing at all. This was only the beginning. The real battle hadn't even started yet. Only when their comfort was shattered—when what they once took for granted became impossible—would these so-called elites finally understand what "logistical support" truly meant.

I took a deep breath to control my tears. Leo looked at me concerned knowing I was attacked while protecting him. “Are you alright, Miss warrior?” I gently caressed his head and smiled confidently to make him feel at ease, even though the gash on my back hurt. “Don’t worry I am fine, I am one of the strongest warriors afterall. I will protect you no matter what.” I swallowed hard, forcing calm into my voice. “Rest. You’re safe now.” But he wasn’t. And I knew it. Because if someone had sold him out once, they could do it again.

"You knew I'd trigger the defense. You wanted to see if I could get that far." "I wanted to see if you were as good as I thought you were," Rhys corrected, not bothering to deny it. "Most hackers don't make it past the first layer of Whisper119's security. The fact that you made it to the third layer—that you would have potentially broken through if the hardware shutdown hadn't stopped you—tells me my assessment of your abilities was correct." "Your assessment," Ravyn repeated.

I clenched my fists, squeezing until my knuckles turned white. Everything in me wanted to strike back, but I maintained my cool. As I walked away, I received a group call from my dad and brother. “We heard what happened…” “Hello, Father,” I replied. “What are you doing about it? I can talk to my tech crew and they'll erase the images.” It was Christian talking now, my brother. “No. I'll take care of this myself,” I replied, gripping the phone as I thought about the situation. “My way is faster. We don't want your reputation tanking any further–”

the man yelled, he reached out for Zephyr with his tiger-like claw attacks. Zephyr’s blade was met with his claws, clashed in the air, and cracked the wind around them. However, with two deep breaths, Zephyr’s sword tore through the tiger’s claws. “Haha! Die c*r!” a crazed laugh rang out from behind. Zephyr felt his body had slightly shook, and he turned to find a man behind him, fist connected to his back. It was a Strength of level nine. “B*stard’s Punch!”

I can never be a Music Master and it's good that Ezekiel is one. Soheila clapped s they stared at them with admiration. "So proud! I am a friend of these talented humans. By the way, what are your rank levels, Maximo, Luna, and Hector?" They did not say any level a while ago and Soheila was quite curious. "Well, A Grade 1 Intermediate Beast Tamer Master, not as close as yours," Hector said and held the mug as he drinks water.

Strapped to his back was a large axe that looked like it could be used to cleave the earth into two halves. NAME: Unknown AGE: 3,000,000 HEALTH POINTS: 10,000,000/10,000,000 RACE: Mini Giant BLOODLINE: Pseudo Giant BLOODLINE RANK: Level 14 LEVEL: Ascension (Level 94.25) POWER LEVEL: 800,750,000,000 WIELDER TYPE: Body Wielder SPECIALTY: Strength; Stamina; Durability GLOWS: Strength Boost; Muscle Fortification

I saw a man staring at me with his deep green eyes! He looks drunk and so gorgeous. In fact, his face was so stunning. He had a perfect square jaw, full lips, high cheekbones, and a broad forehead. His silver hair was thick and curly. He was a big, tall man. His muscles were strong and well-proportioned, and in the dim light, they were a healthy golden yellow. God, he's so charming. And his body also exudes a strange sweet smell, like chamomile and fresh oranges.

That was when she saw how he had been provoking me behind her back. Hatred burned in her eyes as she looked at him. "I told you not to mess with him. Why didn't you listen?" She twisted the knife. Gilbert let out another scream. Whether it was from pain or anger, his eyes turned red as he shouted back at her, "You're my woman! Calvin is my son! What right does he have to take everything? What's wrong with me wanting to prove what belongs to me?" Slap! Nancy struck him hard across the face.