The Bodyguard : The Returning God of War のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Mahatara City Station.A long whistle sounded as the train slowly entered the platform. The screech of steel wheels grinding against the rails echoed throughout the station, followed by the rumble of footsteps as the crowd began moving toward the exit.The train doors opened.Passengers pushed their way out, carrying suitcases and large bags. The air was filled with a faint smell of sweat. Amid the crowd, a young man stepped down calmly while dragging a bag that already looked worn.He wore a simple white T-shirt, faded green military-patterned pants, and military boots. His appearance was ordinary, but his upright posture made him stand out among the people passing by.Arka Mahendra paused on the platform, his eyes sweeping across the surroundings.“Mahatara....”It had been a long time since he had last set foot in this city.Seven years ago, he had left under the cover of darkness for a battlefield that was never recorded. Now he had returned alone, carrying wounds invisible to the

“Arka Mahendra.”That answer shattered the hope that had briefly surfaced.‘Not him...’Disappointment flashed through Keira Adhistya's eyes, but another thought quickly emerged, one that felt absurd even to herself. A face so similar, and eyes carrying the same unwavering determination. Perhaps this man's existence could fill the emptiness that had never truly disappeared.She took a breath, composed herself, and became once again the decisive president of Arta Vistara Group. “There is no need for further testing,” she said. “You're hired.”An uproar immediately broke out.The applicants who had come prepared to fight looked at one another in disbelief. Even her assistant was shocked.“Director, this violates procedure. This gentleman's abilities have not yet been...”“I've already made my decision.”Yet the man who had been chosen did not look pleased at all. Arka Mahendra frowned slightly.“Thank you,” he said calmly. “But I have one condition before accepting the job.”The entire

The burning sensation on his cheek still lingered as Arka Mahendra unconsciously tightened his grip on Keira Adhistya's wrist. The gaze that had previously been filled with complicated emotions now turned cold and sharp. He was no stranger to pain, but a slap born from a misunderstanding felt different. It felt more like an insult to his dignity than a physical attack.Keira's shout shattered the silence of the living room. The pain in her wrist, combined with the cold aura radiating from Arka, gradually pulled her out of the haze of alcohol. Her blurred vision slowly cleared.The man standing before her was not Reza Dirgantara. That gaze was too cold, too sharp, and devoid of the warmth she remembered. The Reza she knew had never looked at her like a predator ready to pounce, much less made her feel pressure intense enough to border on pain.That realization arrived together with a piercing sense of embarrassment and panic.“Let go of me!” Keira struggled, her voice trembling between

On the other side of Mahatara City, inside a VIP room of a crowded underground bar, neon lights glowed dimly.Calista Darmawan leaned back casually on the sofa, her leather outfit reflecting the faint light. One of her subordinates handed her a phone after whispering something briefly.The video on the screen showed Arka defeating the other applicants in the training hall, followed by photos of his confrontation with Mireya in the parking garage.Her eyes immediately lit up. “Him?” she murmured with interest. She replayed the footage, studying every one of Arka's movements, efficient and without hesitation.A slow smile formed on her lips. “Very interesting.”She finished her drink in a single gulp and tossed the phone back.“Find him,” she ordered casually. “Tell him I'll be waiting for him here tonight.” She paused for a moment, her smile turning sweet yet dangerous. “If he doesn't come, I'll go pick him up myself.”***Arka's final words before leaving, call me if you need me, had

Mireya took a slow breath, composing herself. Her smile returned, softer yet far more dangerous. “My hotel is very comfortable,” she said quietly. “If you'd like, we can talk somewhere more private.”The meaning was obvious.Arka was about to reply when his phone vibrated.The name on the screen caused his expression to change.Keira Adhistya.He answered the call.“Come to my house.”The voice on the other end was hoarse and heavy, clearly affected by alcohol.Arka's expression hardened. He knew exactly what this meant. The events of the previous night flashed through his mind. “Keira,” he said in a low voice, holding back his emotions. “You really don't listen.”He ended the call, and the atmosphere around him instantly turned cold. Even Calista and Mireya, who had been about to speak, fell silent.Arka did not leave immediately. Instead, he turned toward the scar-faced man who had just regained consciousness and was struggling to get back on his feet.The man froze the moment he me