What would your reaction be if you were suddenly killed in a crossfire between a criminal gang and the police? But more importantly, what if you did not die even when you were dead?
This happened to me. I was shot. Three bullets pierced my heart and lungs. Police bullets? Criminal bullets? I do not know, but it does not really matter.
I died and reincarnated. But in between these two events, I met an entity. A god? A deity? Again, I do not know. There are a lot of things that I do not know.
I was told that I am one of those lucky souls among billions and trillions who get a chance to reincarnate with their memories intact.
Where was I to be sent? World of Game of Thrones.
A world where there is hardly any value of life if you are a commoner or small folk. And even if you are a noble, it is not very costly. Your head could be chopped off on charges of treason, you could be butchered at a wedding in ploy set up by your own bannerman or your own son can shoot you with a cross bow.
But thankfully, I was to be granted some powers. Not of my choosing. Not of the deity's choosing. But by the choosing of fate. I spun a wheel and three powers were selected for me.
The first was the Sky Poison Pearl from the Against the Gods universe. Well, not exactly that, but modified a bit.
I would retain its purification power, the power to remove any poison, and its infinite storage space. I was given the option to retain its ability to refine any pill from herbs or to choose something else related to the pearl. While pill refining sounded like a cool power, I was certain that the Game of Thrones world did not have such high-grade herbs which could be useful in refining really powerful pills. So, I chose to replace it. I chose to replace it with healing powers.
Then the second power. I got the powers of a Tamer. I could tame not only beasts and wild animals but also people. Now, it was not as if I could tame anyone with it. The power would work only on those who were already willing to follow me, to stay loyal to me. The greater their acknowledgment of me, the greater the chances would be for me to tame them.
And then the final power. Something that I felt was extremely necessary. Something to boost my physical capabilities. The Super Soldier Serum.
I was quite happy and smug about my powers. Although it was not extremely OP where I could split cities like many other fanfictions, I had decent powers.
But then came the bombshell. I was told that my powers would activate only after I turn 18. Reason? That until my body was fully developed those powers could not fully merge with my body.
I haggled a lot about this and the deity relented. No, my powers would still activate only after I turned 18. But he gave as an additional gift was that he allowed me to take complete knowledge of two fields from my world. Although it did not sound that could help me live up to 18 years, something was better than nothing.
Though there was a lot of inward thinking on my part, I finally selected two fields. Something which would prove to immensely useful in the Game of Thrones World and would not be impossible to develop it. Metallurgy and Paper industry.
I did not even get a chance to say a word anymore before my soul was whisked away into the new world.
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295 AC
Casterly Rock
Casterly Rock was alive with festivity today. One of the Lannisters, Lucas Lannister, was celebrating his ten and eight name day. The great halls and courtyards of Casterly Rock had been lavishly decorated, and a grand feast was planned for the evening.
Tywin Lannister was standing by the window of his solar as his eyes followed the movements of servants moving in hurry in preparation of the feast. It was not a forced excitement. The servants and the residents of the Casterly Rock really loved and adored Lucas.
Lucas Lannister, son of Kevan Lannister and his nephew was probably the greatest Lannister to be born in centuries. Yes, greatest and he had just turned ten and eight name days.
Like every other Lannister, Lucas had not been draining the gold mines of the Casterly Rock. No, he was instead, filling the Lannister coffers. Though, a major chunk of money, he kept with himself.
Tywin's thoughts turned to his own children at this.
First was his eldest, Jaime Lannister, the one he loved most. Jaime was a great warrior, a brilliant swordsman, but that was all he was. His mind was filled only with swords and duels.
Tywin dearly wished his Kingsguard son could inherit his lordship, but he knew Jaime lacked the political acumen necessary to lead a great house like the Lannisters.
Then there was Cersei Lannister, Jaime's twin. She fancied herself clever and cunning and to some extent, she was. But she was also far too overconfident, and Tywin knew that overconfidence would one day be her downfall.
Beyond that, she was vain and prodigal, spending gold as if House Lannister did not mine it but grew it on vines that bore new fruit every season.
And finally, there was Tyrion Lannister. Tywin despised the dwarf. Not only was Tyrion grotesquely imperfect, and Tywin hated imperfections, but he also blamed him for the death of his beloved wife.
Even so, perhaps that hatred might have lessened if Tyrion had accomplished something of worth. In truth, Tyrion was probably the most intelligent of all his children, but he never put that intellect to proper use.
Like every other Lannister, Tyrion had been drenched in gold and luxury from the cradle, but he did nothing with it. He read books. He drank wines. And he whored.
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