The Strongest One Story の小説・ストーリー

said Milka answered Monic who looked a little sad and then Vika and Viki looked at each other and stood up and said to Monic "Calm down I'm sure if your husband goes to the labyrinth tower then he definitely won't take long to come back because I'm sure Liem will easily reach that stage" said Viki calming Monic "It's true that Liem we all believe he will easily finish the exam isn't your husband Liem currently the strongest person in Zeon so it must be very easy for him especially he is currently going with Samuel who is the strongest person before Liem's ​​arrival to Zeon" said Vika who joined in trying to calm Monic who looked gloomy but soon Monic was seen smiling and said

“I want you to remember how I look. “After all, I, Dark Shura, will return.” “There is no way a dead man can be reincarnated,” Tyr snickered; he was running out of patience. “Heh.” Dark Shura chuckled, exposing his pearly whites in the process. “Not long ago, I discovered a huge secret. I found out that the strongest people in the world are not like you and me. “Do you think you are the most powerful man on earth? “Frankly, you are nothing but a speck of dust in front of the truly powerful.”

Whereas mine was the ability to look into a person's soul, apparently I could look into someone's soul as deep as I wanted if I learned how to use my powers. She then told me that even though I was a skilled mage there were certain problems I faced as my powers were stronger in intensity as compared to others due to the volatile nature of my soul. Hence, making me a potential target for the Black Mages who kept their frightening reputation at bay by draining strong and powerful souls like mine to increase their strength so as to one day take over every mage alive. I then asked her, where I came from? Did I have a family?

When the time came for my acceptance speech, I stood on the stage with the reward in my hand and looked out at the audience. So many young, bright, hopeful faces filled the hall. "Once, I believed marriage was a safe harbor. Because of someone who did not deserve it, I nearly lost myself and my life." I paused. "But later I realized something important. No one should live as someone else's accessory. The pursuit of one's own value is the only thing that lasts. "This award belongs to me, to my team, and to everyone who refuses to surrender when life turns against them. "No matter what you face, remember this. You always have the strength to start over."

He still won't be able to divorce me. "Why are you jealous? You know I've only ever loved you. Yeah, this baby is his, but the next one will be yours, okay?" Rebecca's words stabbed into Matteo's heart like daggers, one after another, ruthless and unforgiving. His breathing grew heavier, his vision tinged with red. With a loud bang, the door slammed open. Rebecca instinctively ended the call. Her face turned pale as she looked toward the entrance, and she forced a smile despite her obvious panic.

"If you want to hurt them, you'll have to face all of us." Ariana smiled through her fear. She walked to Nick's side and slipped her hand into his. "We stand together." Nick looked at her. "I love you." She smiled. "I know." "And I always will." Before Ariana could answer, the old man laughed. "Love." He slowly shook his head. "The weakest force in the world." Victor looked directly at him. "No." "It's the strongest." "You still believe that after all these years?"

All of them felt their knees buckle under the powerful aura of the lone standing naked man. “What is this power?” Samoa stuttered as he struggled to lift his head. He started to fear that there was another even more fearful beast on its way. There was no one around him who fared any better. Yet under this massive presence, Blistering Cheetah could still muster a smile. It looked cramped, forced even, but it was still a smile. “Don’t worry. This power belongs to him. The Strongest One. The one you called Wandering Cheetah. This power belongs to Dan”

“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…”

Telling this story still shakes me to my core. “So Kate, after a warrior, who is the next strongest?” I ask. “A Gamma,” she responds, “Yes and then who?” I ask again, “A Beta,” she answers, “and then finally who is the strongest in the Pack, Kate?” “The Alpha,” she finally answers. “Good girl, so you know your hierarchy well. Tell me Kate, is Beta Gregory still there?” I ask. Pausing and looking with recognition, she whispers, “Yes, he is still there. Was it him who attacked your mate?” she asks.

Two Years Later “No, Einar is the strongest!” my daughter adamantly yells at Leander, standing in front of Einar who is playing with the kids. “No, Finley is the strongest!” Leander says back, both kids arguing that their fathers’ wolves are the strongest. Briella is riding on Finley’s back. Cyran growls low, coming to stand between them. Both Leander and Felicity look at Cyran then back at each other. “Grandpa Cyran is the strongest!” they both yell.