Underestimated Protagonist Novels & Stories

“ Surprised by his question, I have a small idea why he suddenly ask that thing. His curiosity is killing him. He wants to find the answer for his questions. Still, just like the game, his character seems to be the same. ”Everything was destroyed. Creatures that aren't meant to be here suddenly appeared. People disappear with no traves at all. It was as if… it was being manipulated“ I gulp. This person in front of me is surely no joke. He is indeed the protagonist after all. For me who have knowledge about that game, compared to him who only base on his investigation and analysis, be is out of my league. ”Creatures?“ ”You still haven't seen one?“

“We’ll say she murdered him trying to get free. Poor Marcus died in the act of preventing a deranged servant from escaping justice. It’s great — she gets to be the villain in her story.” They were talking about my character assassination as if they had gone through it just as leisurely as my killing. These people, they’d anticipated every eventuality, prepared for anything. But they had made one fatal error — and that was to underestimate what I was capable of when my life was in the balance.

She didn't expect Emery would be so impressed with Harvey. Emery ignored the expression on Pamela's face and went on, "Unfortunately, those with some talents often miscalculated how much power they have. They believed everything would be smooth sailing in the future just because everything went smoothly in their life in the past. "They believed they were the protagonists of their own stories, and they could act with arrogance and impunity. However, they had made a mistake. There is only one story being told and there's only one protagonist from the beginning until the end—and that person is me. Their existence and their easy lives are simply something to entertain me when I finally crush the

A symbol of agency, not control. Torn between these two realities, Story felt a familiar, desperate cunning rise within her—the same survival instinct that had kept her breathing in the basement. If this was a game with layers upon layers, then she would stop trying to guess the truth and start playing her own piece. She would become the ultimate version of what they all thought she was: helpless, unobservant, passive. A blank slate. A mute ghost. She leaned into her perceived weakness. She made her written descriptions for Evander more simplistic, even slightly dull.

he said gruffly, wincing as he walked. "You underestimated me," I replied, trying not to sound like I was boasting. "I did, and that's what would have killed me." We approached Beta Gideon, who stood on higher ground from the clearing watching the pairs fight. He stole a glance over to us, befoire returning his focus on the warriors below. "You two look worse for wear," he said, scanning the training grounds, "tell me what you learned." "I underestimated my foe because she seemed small and weak, sir. She used that to her advantage."

He was destined to win. That said, the killer, as the main antagonist of this world, was set just below the hero in ability. Meanwhile, I was just a fake heroine, a character meant to pad the plot. No matter what I did, I couldn't resist the weight of the story or the character dynamics. Escaping on my own was basically impossible. That explained why, in my previous life, the ending had been the same even if I hadn't opened the door. This time would be no different. No matter where I hid, the killer would eventually find me.

Vivian was the history; I was just the distraction. The devastation wasn't a sudden explosion. It was a slow, creeping rot. It dismantled the fragile architecture of the "protector" narrative I had been building in my mind. I had been terrified of his enemies, terrified of the mysterious forces trying to tear us apart, but I hadn't prepared for the simplest, oldest villain of all: the fact that he was a man who played games with hearts just as easily as he played with fortunes.

Sarah posted, "Looking forward to working with you all!” Then, she tagged Lindsay and Fiona. Oliver read the post and felt a suffocating frustration that he couldn't vent. "Edmund, you really understand her.” Edmund said, "You're underestimating her. Don't view Lindsay with your old perspective, or you'll keep losing to her." They had underestimated Lindsay before, which led to their consecutive defeats. From Alex to Oliver, it was a lesson they needed to learn. Oliver reluctantly agreed, "I won't underestimate her again, but I also won't lose to her."

It felt like a pleasant dream where I was the protagonist. I've never felt that way. All this time, I thought I was just a side character, maybe just an extra in someone else's life. I thought the protagonist was alpha Jackson, most probably Ren. It was their story, they were under the spotlight, and I had no space in their story. The director of the story was about to kick me out of it...

“While Alfonso might use a woman’s weakness to punish them for their mistakes, I like to assume men and women are the same and they aren’t. I assure you, you will not be able to take the level of pain that makes grown men cry. Your body is just not to build for that, but I will do it anyway. And when you think I might end your misery and kill you, I will bring you back to life and repeat the cycle over again.” She looked scared, but I could see defiance in her eyes. That was going to be her greatest downfall. She always thought that she was better than everyone—that she was smarter, but she wasn’t. She may have outsmarted me, but I knew all about her, and the fact that she didn’t think I wou