LORDTEE

If you are into Overpowered Main character, this book is for you.

This is the most overpowered character you would find who started from the bottom to the top.

A thrilling journey and adventure on his path of power and to the absolute peak. 

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Anthony was an orphan and has been through the hard life filled with suffering 

Working twenty four hours a day with nothing to show for it.

He prayed everyday for a better day but god seem to not hear him

He only read novels and other books in other to escape his harsh reality, because it was only in it he found solace

He died one night on his way home from work after cursing god for the first time as a result of his frustration.

He thought he would be heading to hell for cursing god.

But a Unique being that even the universe couldn't fathom was intrigued with Anthony's soul.

He decided to grant Anthony a wish after he had been through a hard life 

Follow Anthony as he vows to achieve whatever he couldn't in his past life.

He shall stand above all with absolute power

All tremble with just the mention of his name 


Overpowered✓
Handsome✓


NOTE: This is my first book.

HAREM PASS: DENIED 

R-18: DENIED

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NOTE: The book cover isn't mine, if the owner wants me to remove it, I will

MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Velmira, the last remaining subordinate of the Demon Monarch, cried out fiercely as her sabre descended in a deadly arc toward Zauren, the final Primarch Of Reality.

With effortless precision bordering on disdain, Zauren's scimitar swept forward.

Steel clashed against steel, igniting a shower of brilliant sparks.

Velmira hissed, her voice laced with fury as her sabre abruptly shifted its course, aiming for Zauren's ribs.

Zauren's gaze sharpened, his eyes following the deadly strike with unerring calm. With practiced grace, his hand moved in perfect synchrony, guiding his scimitar to intercept her blade once again.

Zauren's second scimitar rose above Velmira's head, then descended with the weight and finality of a divine judgment.

The words on Velmira's lips froze. Her instincts took over, and she moved to evade, her steps fluid and precise.