Novel & Cerita The Strongest Character In Fiction

I asked, surprised at their lack of ‘knowledge’. "That's enough! Okay, thanks for the little touch of knowledge there Debby, have your seat," I complied, ignoring the nasty looks thrown at me. "Tale of Dordin is about a man, a selfless man. He was the bravest of all — to some of the folks, he was portrayed as the villain, but in this school, we see him as a hero. Dordin was the most beautiful man to ever grace Earth and by far, the strongest. He was betrothed to Generosasis, of course, the best man deserves the best woman, it's how it has always been.

He'd yet to meet a woman who wasn't compliant with him, but then again, he'd never really thought about women at all, except in fantasy when he was jerking off. Maybe he did have prejudices toward the weaker sex. Maybe he shouldn't think of them as the weaker sex. Shaun sure as shit wasn't weak. She was the strongest woman he knew. Not physically, but mentally, she won every skirmish they had, persuading Jozef to do things that were out of character for him.

My life is ruined, it's getting worse. If you think that the world is unfair, think again. The challenges you encountered are just a stepping stone to making you stronger. Just like mythology... The prophecy of the Strongest Prince who will fall for unexpected destiny. I blinked. Strongest prince? As far as I remember, Cayden is said to be the strongest prince according to Gen. Well, it's Cayden again. Haist, I don't want to think about that person. So I just read the book again. His greatest downfall is falling to the eighth month. A Sardonyx rivaled with Kryptonite. His downfall will make the community in abundance. His downfall is destined by the Gods.

Why does it always have to come crashing in and destroying my marvelous fantasies about feeling tingles when I touch someone’s hand thereby finding my mate and becoming a stronger version of myself. I’m a pretty weak human. I’m shorter than average, I have a small pouch where I wish I had abs, and I can barely do a push up, let alone a pull up. Even the humans in my stories are stronger than I am. Well, most stories. Sometimes the girl is weak.

Even if Dorian was not his match, it was impossible to defeat him in a short time. "You can leave now. Let me fight with Achilles." Looking at the old man, Dorian said lightly. "Good." The old man nodded with a smile. He had already decided to sacrifice his life, but he never thought that at the critical moment, the situation would change. Dorian was just like a divine weapon that came from heaven. "Achilles." Dorian said, smiling and unsheathed his long sword. "Humph." Achilles snorted. The two figures looked at each other from a distance. Dorian's eyes were full of fighting desire. He had always heard of the prestige of Achilles, who was known as the strongest man in the western land. And

" he just chuckled and get back at taking pictures again. "And if it's not because of you, I wouldn't meet Cassandra. " my attention got back to him. "I am thankful cause if it's not my obsession for you, I wouldn't know her. A brat, a very spoiled brat who get things by hook or by crook. I have known her, the two types of her. The Cassandra that everyone know and the the truth Cassandra herself. Her weakness and her strength. And same as you, I fell in love with a fictional character. I fell in love with a villain. " "Jasper... "

Suddenly, Allana’s interest piqued as she asked, “Even you have an idol? Who?” Lindsay immediately straightened herself as she said with a deep admiration, “Of course! My idol is the strongest person in Guineve, a true master fighter. In fact, even my own master is filled with fear, respect and embarrassment whenever he mentions my idol. My master thinks that my idol is very likely to become the legendary unbeatable fighter, which is the true summit of being the world’s strongest person to exist!” When Lindsay described her idol, her eyes glimmered as she clenched her fists. In fact, it was as if Lindsay was describing someone who was close to being a God.

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

“He’s listening.” “…no evidence…” “Then watch.” I close my eyes briefly. Take a breath. And then— I stop holding back. “You asked what makes him strong?” I say softly. “It’s not his power.” “It’s not his control.” “It’s not even his ability to survive.” My voice shakes slightly. But I don’t stop. “It’s the way he never gave up on me.” “…irrelevant data…” “No.” “…emotional narrative…” “Yes.” “…non-essential…”

The‌n he said, "You're s‍tronger than I thoug‍ht you​'d be." ​ "I d‌on'​t feel strong." "You ar‍e. Most people w​ould've broken by now​. But you're still fi‌ghting. Still demandin‍g answe‍rs. Still refusing t‍o just accept thi‌s." He smile‌d sl‌ightly. "It's i⁠mpressive⁠.‍ And terrifyi‍ng." "Why terrifyin⁠g?" ​ "B⁠ecause strong people are unp​redicta​ble​.‌ And unpred‍icta‌ble peo‍ple ar⁠e dangero‌us‌.⁠"