My_Dao_Is_Above

In a world where power is everything, the strong rise to fame while the weak are left behind. Heroes dominate the spotlight, villains lurk in the shadows, and those without abilities? They’re just extras in someone else’s story.

Damian Sebastian was one of those extras—broke, forgotten, and struggling to survive. Until the day everything changed. A mysterious system embedded itself into his very being, granting him the one thing no one else in the world had: the ability to level up.

Now, with hidden quests, evolving skills, and a power that defies reality, Damian walks the line between hero and monster. The system pushes him forward, whispering of an impending catastrophe, but in a world ruled by the strong, survival means taking the game into his own hands.

Some will call him a savior. Others will curse his name.

But in the end, only one thing matters—winning.

The last Player

Damian sat in his small apartment, the dim glow of his hero license reflecting off the glass table. C-Rank. A stepping stone, nothing more.

It had been three days since the Hero Association combat test, and things were already shifting. He wasn't just a guy with powers anymore—he was officially part of the system.

His phone buzzed. A notification from the Hero Association App.

[Mission Available: Disturbance in Downtown – Potential Hostile Activity Detected.]

Stepping out into the city, Damian blended into the crowd. Even with his new status, he wasn't famous—not yet. Unlike the big-name heroes, who had billboards and action figures, he was just another name on the roster.

The mission location was an alley behind a nightclub. Reports of unregistered ability users starting fights. Nothing major.

When he arrived, he saw three men cornering a fourth. The victim—a scrawny teenager—had blood dripping from his lip.

"Hand it over," one of the thugs snarled. His palm crackled with weak, flickering sparks. An unlicensed ability user.

"Low-tier thug with lightning powers? This should be easy."

Damian stepped forward. "Alright, fun's over."

The thugs turned, eyeing him like a joke. "Who the hell are you?"

He held up his badge. "Hero Association. C-Rank."

One of them scoffed. "C-Rank? That's barely above a rookie."

Damian smirked. "Then you shouldn't have a problem fighting me, right?"

The lightning thug swung first. Too slow.

Damian dodged effortlessly, his body already moving before the attack fully launched. His Temporal Acceleration kicked in slightly—just enough to make it seem like his reflexes were superhuman.

"Leveling this up is gonna be insane."

With a single punch to the gut, the thug collapsed. The other two ran. Cowards.

Damian turned to the injured teen. "You alright?"

He nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah. Thanks, man."

"This hero thing… might not be so bad."

Elsewhere, in a luxurious skyscraper, a group of men in tailored suits sat in a dimly lit meeting room. The Syndicate's Mid-Level Executives.

A screen played security footage—Scar's defeat at the hands of an unknown fighter.

One of the men leaned back, unimpressed. "So, some no-name beat Scar. And?"

Another, a man with slicked-back white hair, smirked. "It means there's someone new stirring things up. But he's C-Rank." He sipped his wine. "Not worth our time."

A third executive, wearing a half-mask, chuckled. "Let him enjoy his little victories. We've got bigger plans."

The meeting continued, moving on to more pressing matters.

For now, Damian was beneath their notice.

First Mission