Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

The twentieth day of the voyage.

When the Black Tower of Pike Place finally appeared on the horizon, the sailors did not cheer. They simply licked their chapped lips in silence, their eyes fixed on the fresh water barrels and the smoke from the roasting meat on the shore.

Euron stood at the bow, watching Lisa wipe the dragon crystal compass—a trophy Dagmer had secretly given him—with a black cloth embroidered with gold thread. The girl's fingers were slender and dexterous, and as she murmured in High Valyrian, the compass's rim gleamed with a ghostly blue light. "She says it's a 'beacon of blood and fire,'" Dagmer's single eye gleamed in the twilight. "Young prince, you've struck gold."

The waves gently caressed the ship's hull, and Euron's shoulder wound had already scabbed over. He gazed at the gradually emerging silhouette of Pike Place City, knowing that this voyage would forever change something—perhaps the future of the Iron Islands, perhaps his own destiny. The twenty-day voyage had finally allowed Euron's long-awaited Pirate King system to be fully activated.

[One Piece System Bound to Host: Euron Greyjoy]

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【每消耗一定积分，会获得自由属性点奖励。100/200/400/800/1600/3000……】

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Basic Rewards: Data-Driven Character Panel – The values ​​within parentheses represent the standard values ​​for a normal adult male in Westeros.

Strength: 4 (10) Child's body, insufficient punching power, wild dog

Agility: 6 (10) Balance tempered by sea breeze

Physical strength: 4 (10) Broken ribs old injury drags down blood oxygen

Spirit: 12 (10) Soul Fusion Breakthrough Threshold

Command: 8 (10) The initial formation of the Divine Aura.

Charm: 9 (10) The allure of heterochromia + The legend of the drowning god's son

Luck: C - AF, F is the worst, A is the best - a special attribute, full of variables.

System activation reward: Conqueror's Haki, lv1, passive, cannot be actively controlled, only released unconsciously in the eyes or throughout the body when emotions fluctuate violently (such as anger, fear or life-threatening situations) - mental intimidation/weak people retreat - upgrade to lv2: 2000 points.

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Euron was both pleasantly surprised and somewhat disappointed.

Surprisingly, he gained the rarest ability in One Piece: Conqueror's Haki, representing the potential to become a king.

Disappointingly, while Conqueror's Haki is touted as the most effective ability to clear out mobs in the anime, in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, this skill is not that powerful and cannot knock people unconscious with a single blow.

However, the appearance of lv1 later indicates that this ability can be upgraded, and there are unlimited possibilities in the future. It is possible that it can be done after upgrading to a higher level.

Currently, level 1 Conqueror's Haki is a passive skill, spreading outwards from Euron with a radius of approximately ten steps. Its effects include: some people perceive you as possessing a kingly aura, inspiring them to submit; others are more deeply impressed by you, becoming wary; recruiting certain individuals becomes easier, as they feel awe; some weaker individuals (psychologically and physiologically) experience fear and dare not resist; and enemies, under its pressure, suffer a decrease in strength, agility, and mental fortitude, and may even experience illusions and hallucinations.

Every 100 points earned can be redeemed for rewards in the One Piece system, with rewards given randomly. There are many ways to earn points: - Exploring new continents (such as Sothroth) - Discovering new races (Children of the Forest/White Walkers) - Consuming special food for the first time - Defeating famous figures (points awarded based on strength), etc. Rewards may include skills, talents, or items.

Thinking about the various Haki, the amazing Devil Fruits, the Six Powers of the Navy, and the various magical foods in One Piece, Euron suddenly felt that the unknown was full of hope.

The moment Euron gained Conqueror's Haki, he appeared different to everyone else standing at the bow. Overjoyed, Euron roared at the sea breeze like a young dragon, causing old Wick to feel his hair stand on end, the dried cod in his hand falling to the sea with a splash; Glenn, at the helm, suddenly felt his knees buckle and nearly hit the compass; Baron, wielding an axe on deck, saw splinters burst from the handle in his palm; Dagmer's eyes reflected Euron's surging afterimage—in the twilight, the silhouette of a five-year-old child twisted into a giant wearing a coral crown, his trident pointing straight at the sea.

[Exploration: Discover the Westeros Sea, earn 80 points.]

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[Exploration: Discovered Pike Island, earned 80 points.]

In the Black Stone Hall of Pike Place, the smell of sea salt and blood had not yet dissipated when it was frozen by another, heavier chill.

The spoils of the Grand Drinker—piles of silk, glittering gold coins, and fragrant spices—stacked in a corner of the hall, which should have been medals of victory, now gleamed ominously under the flickering torches. The sailors' drunken clamor had long since fallen silent, and Dagmore's grinning lips were tightly pressed together. Everyone stood with their hands at their sides, their eyes avoiding the gaze of the figure that stood like a reef at the far end of the hall.

King Corren Greyjoy of the Iron Islands stood with his back to them, gazing at the leaping flames in the fireplace, his broad shoulders taut as iron. The air was thick with the deathly stillness before an impending storm, broken only by the crackling of the burning wood, each sound striking a chord deep within.

"A bountiful return?" Corren's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a cold anchor striking the stone floor, making the entire hall tremble. He slowly turned around, his hawk-like gaze sweeping over the mountain of treasure, devoid of any warmth, before finally fixing its gaze on his two sons standing at the front—Baron and Euron.

"Tyrosian spices, Myr silks, Lysian jewels... By the god of drowning, you've reclaimed a gold mine! Shouldn't I thank you properly on behalf of the Iron Islands?!" Corren's voice suddenly rose, booming like thunder, shaking dust from the beams. "But what did you trade for it? Your brains, or the future of Pike Island?!"

He strode forward, each step feeling like it was treading on people's hearts, until he stopped in front of Baron, almost nose to nose. Baron could clearly see the rage burning in his father's eyes, a rage not directed at the spoils, but at something deeper, more deadly.

"Unauthorized action!" Corren's spittle nearly landed on Baron's face. "Right under the nose of the Governor of Potala! Did you think you were going to a market?! You stole the gold, and you also drew the enemy fleet's wrath to the Iron Islands! You stole the silk, and you also exposed the 'Ancient Road's' folly to the entire Narrow Sea!"

His roar echoed between the stone walls, each word like a whip lashed down from the ice:

"Who gave you the audacity?! Since when did two brats become the masters of the Greyjoy family's ship?! Every piece of gold you steal may be paid for with the blood of the Ironborn! Every bolt of silk you bring back may become a shroud!"

His gaze swept over Euron, icy and chilling: "You've misplaced your cleverness! You think you can get everything sorted out by prying open the mouths of a few prisoners? You think the 'Will-o'-the-Wisp's' warning is enough to avoid all risks? Foolish! The real risk is the fuse you lit!"

Having finished his tirade, Corren took a deep breath; the oppressive silence was more suffocating than any roar. The moment of punishment had arrived.

"Stand still!" he announced sternly, his voice resolute. "One month! Without my permission, you are not to step out of Pike City! Your ships, your weapons, all of you, are to be sealed up! Use this month to use your gold-blinded heads to think about what 'responsibility' really means!"

The harsh punishment made some sailors shrink back. But Corren's gaze, like a poisoned harpoon, was once again firmly fixed on his eldest son, Baron.

"Baron!" Corren's voice deepened, yet carried immense weight. "You! As the eldest son! As my future heir! Not only did you fail to stop your brother's reckless thoughts, but you also led the charge! Your sins far surpass Euron's! Your arrogance requires a much deeper lesson to be rectified!"

Baron's fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles white. He could feel the complex gazes from those around him. His father's words were like a red-hot iron, searing his dignity.

"Once your confinement period is over," Corren said, enunciating each word clearly and brooking no argument, "you will go and clear the barnacles from 'Howling Cape'! With your hands, with your knife! Under the sun! No rest, no touching the boats until it's completely clean! You're not finished until you're done!"

"Howling Cape!" A few suppressed gasps rang out from the crowd. That was the most treacherous reef area on the east side of Pike Island, where the waves roared like ghosts year-round, the rocks were sharp as razors, and the barnacles clinging to them were as hard as iron, making cleaning extremely slow, dangerous, and painful. The scorching sun, the salty seawater soaking the wounds, the monotonous, repetitive movements… for an Ironblood warrior who prided himself on bravery and freedom, especially the proud eldest heir, this was a humiliation and torture more cruel than whipping.

Corren's gaze shifted to Euron, still cold, but lacking the heavy disappointment and anger he had shown towards Baron: "You, Euron. During your confinement, copy the *Scroll of the Drowned Gods*, the *History of the Ironborn*, and the *Laws of the Iron Islands* three times each. Use your brain to remember what the true rules of the 'Ancient Path' are, and what Greyjoy's responsibilities are! Lisa," he glanced at the blonde girl standing quietly in the shadows, the maid Euron had brought back, "you will oversee his ink, making sure he writes each stroke carefully and not carelessly."

The punishment was equally severe (confinement, copying tedious legal codes), but it was clearly much lighter compared to the physically and mentally torturous hard labor that Baron endured. With this stark contrast in punishment, Coron coldly proclaimed to everyone: the higher the position, the greater the responsibility, and the more severe the price to pay for mistakes. Baron had to pay a price far exceeding that of ordinary people for his negligence and recklessness.

Baron's face drained of all color instantly. He gritted his teeth to suppress a growl, his eyes blazing with humiliation, anger, and resentment. He felt his father's gaze weigh on him like a rock, almost suffocating him. Euron lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the fleeting glint in them, and silently accepted his punishment. Lisa nodded gently in the corner.

King Coron turned away from his two sons, his gaze icy as the sea as he turned to the pile of spoils: "As for these… Dagmore, divide them according to the rules. Half of Greyjoy's share goes into the treasury, and the other half…" He paused, his voice carrying a heavy resolve, "in exchange for grain and timber to fortify Pyke and the nearby islands. You brought back gold, and you brought back disaster. Now, all of you, get out!"

The sailors, as if granted a pardon, almost held their breath and slipped out of the oppressive black stone hall, hugging the walls. The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind them with a muffled thud, shutting out the cold fury inside the hall from the slightly salty, fishy air of freedom outside.