Harry Potter: Returns Back From Game of Thrones (ASOIAF) - 45

Chapter 45: God·Harry

Dungeons, girls bathroom.

The scene was already terrifying. Real trolls weren't like the comedic creatures from fairy tales.

This one stood at least twelve feet tall, with dull granite-like skin and legs as thick as tree trunks, gripping a massive wooden club in its gnarled hands. It possessed powerful inherent anti-magic abilities.

It had already cornered Hermione, alone and defenseless in the bathroom, pressing her against the cold stone wall. The troll's thick, foul breath washed over her pale face in nauseating waves.

Her slender wand, unsuitable for close combat, had been knocked away across the wet floor. Hermione was helpless, able to do nothing but sob in terror.

But the instant Harry drew Gryffindor's sword from the distant corridor, this terrifying giant became nothing more than a joke.

The troll radiated malice and hunger, but when Harry's far fiercer killing intent arrived like a tidal wave, the creature's malice became a flickering candle against a hurricane.

Harry's raging battle lust had already transcended all ordinary evil. If weak spirits lingered here, a single glimpse of his wrathful presence might scatter their souls entirely.

The troll turned desperately to flee, but its legs had gone weak with primal terror—it couldn't move, couldn't escape.

In Harry's perspective, having already ignited the war-fires of [A Song of Ice and Fire] and temporarily surrendering conscious thought to pure combat instinct, the troll's frozen stance seemed strange—did this creature actually dare launch a countercharge at him?

But flames already ignited had no reason to be extinguished now.

Like fire raining from the sky in the final apocalypse, the savior would shed no tears—there existed only burning righteous fury.

Divine Power from his right arm found its opportunity at last, finally achieving its first true liberation after being suppressed for three long years.

Once again surging through his entire body, once again igniting the legendary longsword with supernatural flames, once again launching the devastating charge—Lightbringer yearned to campaign with its chosen king to the world's end and beyond.

Beneath the carved pumpkin helmet, Harry's eyes blazed with the fury of thunder and fire.

God-mode Harry, activated.

Buff abilities activated in rapid sequence, stacking power upon power...

[Blood Rage]!

Hear my roar!

Deep within his chest roared endless reserves—blood, qi, magic, divine power—different supernatural forces mixing, fusing, surging through his veins like a raging torrent of molten fire.

This battle demanded everything! Nothing could stand in his way!

[Illumination]!

What burst from Harry's body wasn't ordinary Lumos light—blood and fire came from the same primordial source, the apocalyptic blazing sun itself tearing through mundane darkness with divine radiance!

This battle embodied mercy and righteous love! Blood sacrifice offered to R'hllor—he would grant all enemies swift liberation from suffering!

[Ignite]!

Legends never truly extinguish. Will itself was kindling, divine might the eternal torch. This moment marked the day of passing the sacred fire forward. The king desiring to bear divine power's crushing weight would naturally be forged in world-burning flames, tempered in the earthly furnace until his legend resounded! All of Hogwarts heard that deep, rumbling sound. Harry's momentum, already elevated to theoretical limits, somehow increased beyond what physics allowed.

Danger lined his path! He would prove immune to ambush and burn away all obstacles in his way!

[All Must Die]!

All he could see were enemy bones paving the tyrant's path to victory!

This battle meant a fight to the death! The Great Other himself bore witness—enemies who faced him, none would survive this encounter!

[Death Strike]!

His blade-mind was clear and sharp. The blade was his heart made manifest, his heart and righteous actions clear as a perfect mirror. All he accomplished was justice incarnate! Through one blade's judgment, right and wrong would be decided!

I shall be fair and selfless. I shall guard the innocent. I shall protect women and children from harm...

[King of War], [Legendary Warrior], [King of Swords], [Knight King], [Lightbringer], [Dark Assassin]...

Layer upon layer of legendary buffs stacked impossibly high upon Harry's form. Those dimmed glories from past lifetimes briefly returned in full magnificence under Divine Power's overwhelming blessing.

Countless fallen warriors' honor resided within the burning sword.

He had reached his absolute peak.

Malice unceasing, killing intent unstoppable!

Charge! Jump slash! Behead!

These three combat skills simultaneously broke through legendary boundaries into the divine realm of superhuman capability.

No words were necessary.

In this moment, the King embodied heaven's will made flesh.

The next instant, sword light flashed brilliantly—like when deities cast down their terrible gaze upon mortals below.

The massive head separated silently from thick shoulders, rolling heavily across the bathroom floor.

All malice extinguished in that single perfect stroke.

Hermione watched the godlike, terrifyingly mighty Harry standing before the troll's corpse.

Though he remained just an eleven-year-old boy physically, standing not even as tall as the dead troll's knees, his towering heroic image had been permanently imprinted upon her mind and heart.

She knew with absolute certainty she would never forget this Halloween night for as long as she lived.

Killing intent gradually subsided like receding floodwaters. Divine Power was suppressed once more by disciplined kingly willpower. Lightbringer's ancient sword-soul withdrew reluctantly from Gryffindor's treasure blade. Blood-stained supernatural fire extinguished itself.

Removing his improvised pumpkin helmet, Harry—with dying starfire still hidden deep within his eyes—bent down calmly, lifting the severed troll's head by one pointed ear.

"Oh, you didn't flee until the very end?" Harry observed the dead creature with clinical interest.

"Though pitifully weak, far below my expectations, your courage proved commendable nonetheless."

"The troll race deserves respect. You have earned the honor of becoming the king's drinking cup."

The troll naturally could not answer this grim pronouncement.

[Kingship, Combat]

[Reward: Bronze Attribute Point x1]

The system sent its notification at precisely this victorious moment.

Harry briefly glanced at his current status panel, satisfaction warming his chest.

[King Cultivation System]

[True Name: Harry Potter]

Achievement recorded. Power gained. Another step forward on his endless path toward absolute supremacy.

Behind him, Hermione finally found her voice, whispering in awe and terror and overwhelming gratitude, "Harry... you saved my life..."

Harry turned toward her, the battle-madness fading from his expression as he returned to himself, extending one hand to help her stand on trembling legs. "Of course I did. You're one of mine, Hermione. I protect what's mine."