Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

"Hello there."

Hello, hello.

In the previously empty gray fog space, a cluster of leaping bonfires has appeared today.

The two young men sitting nearby stared at each other, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

They look almost identical, but their temperaments are completely different.

A man with black hair and golden eyes, wearing an ordinary modern jacket, had a reckless and sharp look in his eyes, as if he were hiding a lion.

This is Raylin from the world of "Dragon Raja".

The other one had silver hair, and his violet eyes held the reserve and worry that belonged to a royal descendant. Despite his youth, he sat with an unconsciously upright posture.

This is Rayleigh Targaryen from the world of Game of Thrones.

"What's going on here?" The dragon Leylin broke the silence first, looking around at the eternal gray mist and the seemingly endless campfire.

"I was just memorizing vocabulary, and now I'm here! You...you're not my long-lost twin brother, are you? Or am I hallucinating from studying so much?"

"Illusions can't be that real." Game of Thrones's Leylin's voice was wary, but also contained a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"Just a moment ago, I was in the Red Castle worrying about how to deal with my 'Mad King' uncle's suspicions. It seems we've both encountered something incomprehensible."

After a brief silence, the two spoke almost simultaneously.

"My name is Leylin, and I come from a world... where there are dragons and hybrids."

"Raylin Targaryen, my family once ruled the continent as dragon riders, though now... dragons have become extinct."

After exchanging names and backgrounds, the eerie sense of familiarity and the resonance deep within their souls became even clearer.

A bold conjecture came to mind.

"It seems we're more than just look alike," the dragon Leylin tentatively extended his hand. "Shake hands? To verify?"

After a moment's hesitation, Game of Thrones' Rayleigh also extended his hand.

The moment their hands clasped, it felt like an electric current surged through them! Fragments of memories that weren't their own flooded their minds like a tidal wave—

The dragon Leylin "saw" the majestic Red Keep, the cold Iron Throne, and his silver-haired, purple-eyed people.

And the deep-seated yearning for dragons to soar through the sky, coupled with the profound anxiety of having no dragons to ride now.

In Game of Thrones, Rayleigh "senses" the hustle and bustle of the modern city, the supernatural power called "Word of Power," and the giant dragons lurking in the shadows of history.

And the excitement and bewilderment of a high school student facing a hidden, extraordinary world.

The campfire crackled as the two simultaneously released their grip, their gazes towards each other now completely different, filled with surprise and understanding.

"Shared time travel...shared cheat codes?" Dragon Raylin clicked his tongue and chuckled.

"I thought I was just an ordinary transmigrator without a system or a grandpa, but it turns out this is what was waiting for me! I think... I've shared your [Unburnt] physique?"

He moved his body and could vaguely feel that his tolerance to high temperatures had been miraculously enhanced.

"The Unburnt?" Game of Thrones' Rayleigh carefully pondered the new knowledge that had appeared in his mind.

"Not completely immune to fire, but possessing extremely high resistance... but that's enough."

"I felt it too, your fire control power called [Monarch's Flame]... it's practically tailor-made for my current predicament!"

His tone betrayed his excitement.

Being reborn as a member of the Targaryen family is certainly prestigious, but the timing is terrible.

The family dragons have long since died out, and "Mad King" Aerys II sits on the Iron Throne, while undercurrents surge within the dynasty.

A Targaryen without dragons is like a toothless beast, living in constant unease.

"With this power to control fire, even without dragons for the time being, I have more resources to protect myself and deter others," Game of Thrones' Rayleigh said, his eyes burning.

"However, dragons are the foundation of the family. When I return, I must find a way to hatch dragon eggs that can still be hatched. According to... well, according to the original work, the magical tide may gradually return."

"Good idea." Dragon Leylin nodded.

"Moreover, there's the Valyrian steel sword, not just the Valyrian steel sword left by our ancestors, but I also want to reproduce its craftsmanship and create a brand new Valyrian steel sword," Game of Thrones' Raelin declared boldly at this moment.

The dragon Leylin couldn't help but pour cold water on his enthusiasm: "But aren't your Valyrian steel swords supposed to be forged with dragonfire? Where are you going to find a fire dragon now?"

"Therefore, your [Royal Flame] is of utmost importance." Game of Thrones' Rylein looked at him intently.

"The essence of 【Junyan】 is a highly compressed, extreme flame, driven by dragon blood, rounded down to the nearest whole number, which is a kind of 'Dragon Flame'."

"I want to try using it in conjunction with the blood magic rituals recorded in ancient texts to see if I can replicate the craftsmanship of Valyrian steel, or at least enhance existing weapons."

"Your rounding is a bit too ruthless," the dragon Leylin chuckled, but did not object.

"Sounds like a crazy research project. But... anyway, it's not my money being burned, so go ahead and try it. If it works, remember to share the technology; maybe it'll be useful for my alchemy."

"Of course," Game of Thrones' Rayleigh replied, then asked in return.

"And you? With this shared space and my physique, your original plans should have changed, right? You're not really planning to cling to the coattails of the 'protagonist' of your world, are you?"

"Suck up to someone powerful? That's so boring." Dragon Leylin grinned, a glint of ambition flashing in his golden eyes.

"Without the cheat code, I might have had to carefully lie low and follow the fate line."

"But now that I know about the possibility of the 'Path to Godhood,' and I have the support and reference of 'me' from different worlds, why can't I forge my own path?"

He clenched his fist, feeling the slightly enhanced power flowing through his body due to sharing.

"Of course, we must take things one step at a time. First, we must thoroughly master the existing Words of Power and develop the practical value of the [Unburnt] physique."

"Then, wait, wait for this space to connect more worlds of 'us' and bring more possibilities."

"Plan? My plan is to become strong enough to face any dragon, or even... something of a higher level."

Game of Thrones' Rayleigh sensed the ambition in his words and felt the urgency.

Both worlds are fraught with danger, and power is the only passport.

"It seems we are 'the same person,' but our paths have diverged," Game of Thrones' Rayleigh lamented.

"I will pursue the revival of the Dragonborn through intrigue and magic, while you will challenge the limits of bloodline on the path of evolution."

"Let's look after each other and grow together." Dragon Raylin extended his fist.

"It's a deal." Game of Thrones's Rayleigh's fist collided with his.

The light from the campfire cast their shadows upon the gray mist.

At the first meeting, initial trust and cooperation were already established.

They also exchanged some details about their respective worlds, potential dangers, and directions for trying to apply shared capabilities in the short term.

We talked for a long time, until we were completely satisfied.

"It seems this 'meeting' is coming to an end." Dragon Leylin stood up.

"See you next time, I hope we've both made some progress." Game of Thrones' Raelin nodded slightly.

With newfound power, invaluable knowledge, and a fresh plan for the future, the two figures of Leylin gradually faded by the campfire, eventually disappearing into the gray mist.

The shared space returned to silence, with only the cluster of flames burning quietly, awaiting the next reunion of "Leylin" from different worlds.