Beauty and the Bodyguard - Chapter 11461 - 11459: The Great Battle!

Collection of short stories.

- Description from Novelupdates

Humanity collapsed in a single night.When the sky darkened and a perpetual night arrived, even the strongest monsters turned feral, tearing through cities until nothing was left but ruin.Dying alone in the ruined world, Ryn Eden Arctis finally understood the truth.Years ago, he was given a strange skillbook—one the church labeled taboo, one no one dared to touch. But the world had taken it away from him.However, he knew that—whatever was inside it, had to be powerful enough for him to stop this calamity.His final regret echoed through the silent wasteland:“If I had learned that damn book, we’d still be alive.”With his dying breath, he wished for only one thing:To go back in time and claim that forbidden power, no matter what.A single star answered.Ryn opens his eyes ten years earlier, on the day he received his first skill.WHAT TO EXPECT:- Korean Regressor Fantasy, if you like that genre this might be the one for you. Think (Trash of the Count's Family, Swordmaster's Youngest Son, FFF-Class Trash Hero)- Romance subplot is prevalent. This is not a harem novel!- MC is NOT naive, and will NOT be afraid to make morally gray choices! Readers advised!

Shen Sui’an penetrated into a book of dog-blooded beauty and became the white moonlight of early death that four scumbags could not seek.
He tore up the script, took his lover into the Imperial Marshal’s Palace, drank tea every day, basked in the sun, rua rua seriously injured the unconscious plant lion, and by the way teased the soldier orphans adopted by the Gu family – a group of plush cubs , the days were pretty cool.
As a result, one day, the plant lion suddenly woke up, returned to human form, and blocked him in the corner.
The man’s face is handsome, his physique is strong, and he has been in the top position for a long time, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
At this moment, his brows and eyes were downcast, revealing a pitiful meaning for no reason, “When I was in a coma, I said that I liked me the most. I finally woke up. Why do you only play with those little cubs?”
Shen Sui’an: “…”
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Overhearing the big lion that turned into a human shape discussing a proposal for marriage, Shen Sui’an was struck by thunder and ran away all night in fright.
A few days later, there was a knock on the door, and the big lion squatted obediently, with a wooden sign hanging around his neck: Homeless, seeking adoption.
Seeing that Shen Suian was unmoved, it lay down silently, its tail hooked on Shen Suian’s hand and pressed against its soft belly.
The wooden sign was turned over, revealing the following line: touch my stomach, be responsible for me.
Shen Sui’an: Hello, the Imperial Police Station? There are lions touching porcelain here!

Playful plush control is attacked by x stuffy big lion

Content tags: Interstellar sweet text cool text cute pet
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shen Sui’an ┃ Supporting role: Gu Beimo ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: Eating melons and watching dramas, rua lions, cool!
Purpose: to break through the predicament and move towards a better life

- Description from novelbuddy

Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines:one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire.And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory.I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history.I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale..........................Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.