Walking around Astapor, Draco, like always, was invisible to those around him.
On the last day of his ten-day trip, he marked this world as his first Omniversal property.
After that, he began spending time in this world regularly to apply what he learned in practice. Doing too many experiments in Hogwarts was… complicated.
He didn't bother leaving the city to search for Daenerys. If events followed the series, she would eventually come here anyway. No point wasting time looking for her when he could use that time to practice spells instead.
During this whole period, he was also working on Legilimency, something he'd found in the Room of Requirement. And yeah, he had to admit, it was way harder than Occlumency.
His proficiency in that was much better by comparison.
Is that a Dothraki? Draco's eyes narrowed. It wasn't the first time he'd seen one, but it was definitely the first time he'd seen this many inside the city.
The Good Masters didn't like Dothraki. They saw them as barbarians. Usually, they didn't let them in unless the khalasar was big enough to get their attention—strong enough to be useful and work for them for coin.
Curiosity got the better of him. Draco decided to take a closer look and see who was leading them, just to confirm if it was who he thought.
Carefully slipping through the crowd without drawing attention, he reached the street they were passing through.
There she was.
Long, pale silver hair and violet eyes like polished sapphires. A flowing blue dress hugged her frame, and her very presence carried this weird charm that pulled everyone in. Men mostly. Some women too.
Daenerys Targaryen.
No wonder people fell for her. Her looks alone were enough to make people trip over themselves. Add in her Targaryen name and accomplishments, and she practically radiated main character energy.
Still not enough to make me lose my mind, Draco thought, nodding to himself.
He'd seen way too many anime girls in far more questionable poses back in the day. A real man of culture wasn't that easy to shake.
That had to be Jorah. Draco's gaze shifted to the middle-aged man beside her—broad-shouldered, clearly experienced, and ready to throw hands for her without a second thought.
A man clearly prepared to defend her if anything happened.
Draco didn't need to hear them speak. He read their lips.
Jorah was persuading her to buy the Unsullied.
He stayed in the shadows, thinking. The whole thing was unexpected, but also kind of perfect.
Should he help Daenerys with her conquest?
She was beautiful, sure. But that wasn't why he was interested in backing her.
It was about strategy.
Daenerys could help him gain a solid foothold in this world. He didn't need to be her advisor or right-hand man or anything like that. Just stay close enough to nudge things when necessary.
Because yeah, he was strong. Strong enough to hold his own.
But not strong enough to take on everything in this world.
Not yet.
White Walkers, the Three-Eyed Raven, warlocks, dragons, and whatever other madness this world had hidden in the corners? Charging in alone was just asking to die early.
He didn't care about ruling anything. But if he wanted to run experiments, explore magic, and grow stronger, then he needed access. He needed reach. And for that, he needed people. Power alone wouldn't cut it.
At first, it had just been about surviving. About becoming powerful.
Now? He actually enjoyed the process. The spells, the potions, the discoveries. All of it.
This world also had potential.
And wandering across it alone would take way too long.
Better to let others do the travelling, the fighting, the talking. He'd stay behind the curtain, pulling strings when needed.
He remembered that old story. Two guys walking through a flower garden. They were told to pick the best flower. One kept walking until the very end, hoping for something better, and ended up with nothing. The other guy picked a good flower when he saw it and walked away happy.
Right now, this world? It was a good flower.
That's why he picked it as his first Omniversal base. Even if it wasn't some god-tier universe. Who knew where the next jump would take him? Could be an apocalypse next time. No people. No mana. No life.
Draco nodded to himself.
He knew he wasn't stopping with just this world. Sooner or later, he'd be travelling to more. Probably way more dangerous ones too.
There were things he could do alone—and things he couldn't.
Some stuff would be too risky or take way too long.
Eventually, he'd need people. Not friends. Not loyal followers. Just capable individuals who could get things done.
Whether they joined him out of choice, contracts, alliances, or something else? Didn't really matter.
What mattered was that he understood now—he couldn't do everything on his own.
Even if he wanted to act like a lone wolf, Draco knew it wasn't realistic anymore. The bigger the goal, the more moving parts. Eventually, he'd need help carrying the load.
That was just the truth.
His eyes flicked back to Daenerys and narrowed.
A man in a black cloak was moving through the crowd. Too focused. Too deliberate. Heading straight for her.
Draco muttered under his breath, "Looks like the opportunity just walked in."
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