Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God - Chapter 1082: Neutrality

She sold her body to save her mother’s life.She never expected the man she gave it to… would be her new boss. Or the father of her child.Isabella Howells had her future mapped out—until everything shattered in one day. Her mother was dying, her fiancé had stolen everything, and with nowhere left to turn, Isabella made a desperate decision that would haunt her forever.Five years later, she’s a single mother craving a fresh start in a quiet town. When she lands a dream job as executive assistant at StoneTech Solutions, it feels like fate is finally on her side—until she walks into her new boss’s office and comes face to face with Jake Stones, the man she thought she’d never see again.The one-night stand. The man who swore he couldn't have children but was somehow the father of her son, Timothy.Would she be able to do her job without thinking about the past? What happens when Jake Stones is bent on making Isabella his, unaware of his secret baby with her? Will she accept him?What happens when Jake's brother's schemes puts Timothy's life in danger and Isabella is forced to reveal the truth about Timothy's paternity?Will Jake accept this truth? Or will it break him and everything he'd ever come to know about Isabella Howells?Let's find out in this story of love, lies, betrayal, and a second chance that could cost everything.

The world changed the day that cracks appeared in the sky– suddenly monsters named『Demonic Beasts』appeared and began to rampage, attacking people.

Meanwhile, girls called『Magical Girls』began to appear to counter the demonic beasts. As they defeated the demonic beasts, gradually people’s lives gained a semblance of composure.

–but when there is light, there is also darkness.

In the corner of an alleyway, a boy who had been attacked by a demonic beast was dying. His voice begging for help did not reach anyone and his body refused to move.

「Boy. Do you want to be saved?」

Looking into the boy’s face, a black cat began to speak to him.

The boy nodded firmly to the devilishly sweet invitation, in response the black cat mocked him.

「Is that so—then I’ll【Haunt (Save)】you」

—on that day, a『Magical Girl』was born in a place that no-one knew.

『She』never laments, no matter what the future may bring.

There once was a very popular question on the internet:

If one morning, you woke up and realized that your gender had changed, what would be your first reaction?

And someone on the internet had famously responded:

First, give your bros a good time!

Su Jian remembered that when he saw this reply, he had slapped the table to express his admiration. What a good bro! Such loyalty!

But now that he actually encountered this strange situation himself, he could only feel an extremely ball-breaking alarm, shocked grief, and frightened anger. **** your mom! Ah, ****! **** it!

Oh, a correction. The above is grammatically incorrect. After all, poor Classmate Su Jian doesn’t have balls anymore.

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.”