Beauty and the Bodyguard - Chapter 11418 - 11416: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms!

“Can’t I properly read stallion novels anymore!”

“From today onwards, you will become the Envoy of one of the Main Gods in the Dimensions of Gods. You will travel from one world to another and through that, you will attain what others will never obtain in their entire life.”

Harry was just an ordinary young man—until he stumbled upon a hidden world where the strong reign supreme, and Cultivation is the way to power.But fate had greater plans for him. Granted a God-tier system, he soon discovers a terrifying truth—his path to power lies in slaying beasts.[Congratulations, you have slain the Deathless Dragon.][You have reached Elemental master Realm][Congratulations, you have slain the Lion Emperor.][you have reached celestial sage realm.]While others were busy cultivating for years to level up.Harry was killing beasts.“You beasts are nothing but free exp”With each kill, his Cultivation increase, his abilities evolve.But Humans are not the only race in the vast universe, Earthlings got in fight with Dakis that gets strong by eating humans.Will Harry lead the Humans to victory or will get devoured by a daki.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”