I hate being in pain, so I think I'll make a full defense build - Chapter 405 – Defense Specialization and Lightning

GBT - BL OMEGAVERSE 18+The Wyne family is a famous wealthy family in Zondalian, a country famous for its progress in the eyes of the world. And their main heir is a handsome man named Daren Harry Wyne.Unfortunately, Daren was born as an Omega who always made trouble until his parents were fed up and annoyed with their own son's behavior.Until one day, a bodyguard is hired to watch over Daren from all sorts of dangers. Both from outside and from Daren himself.“Bodyguard, again? You've got to be kidding me. I can protect myself! I don't need an Alpha to protect me!”However, Daren realized that there was something different about his new bodyguard. There was something he was hiding.Something he couldn't reveal.“Who are you, Mr. Bodyguard?”Kill Me Protect Me, Mr. Bodyguard.

A young boy genius, Suo Jia, is a water mage who dreams of being a warrior travelling the great and dangerous trade routes to find his lost father that set off on them before Suo Jia was born. Having to look after his sick mother, Suo Jia manages to find a way to solve all their problems, as well as make a name for himself. He gathers nobility, vast wealth, items of great power, knowledge lost to the ages, and exceptionally talented females around him as he plots and plans – preparing to set off on an epic journey that will go down in history as a new legend. However, will others that depend on his powers so much be willing to let him go on such a dangerous journey so easily?

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.”