Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Someone come here."

Viserys pondered for a moment, then had someone bring ten chickens from the kitchen.

Because he's going to do an experiment today.

The ten chickens were quickly caught and locked in an unused hut.

However, the cat that Viserys had ordered to be captured was nowhere to be seen. Just as Viserys was wondering what was going on, several guards finally arrived, carrying the bound and gagged cat.

The guards looked rather miserable, with bloody scratches on their faces and arms from the merciless iron claws.

"this…"

Viserys paused for a moment, and seeing their expressions, he could almost picture the intense scene of a cat-catching battle.

"You guys...did the cat beat you up?"

Seeing the pitiful state of these guards, Viserys couldn't help but ask.

He remembered that Bellerion was very kind to people, round and chubby, and would often lie on the ground sunbathing.

Upon hearing His Majesty's words, the guards exchanged bewildered glances and lowered their heads in shame.

They hadn't expected that this big fat cat would be so powerful.

The cat-catching operation involved jumping and leaping all the way, and even after catching the cat, the cat still managed to scratch the face with its punches.

Finally, out of desperation, they tied Bellerion up with rope before sending him to Viserys.

"Meow~"

The black cat, bound hand and foot and tied up like a dumpling, then let out a protesting meow.

He mumbled something to himself, but couldn't move.

Viserys couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the black cat's miserable state, barely managing to suppress a laugh.

"Okay, that's good for you."

"You may leave now, and let the doctor prescribe some medicine for you."

Viserys then waved his hand to dismiss the useless guards before untying the big black cat. Bellerion, who had just been untied, tried to escape.

"Still trying to run?"

However, despite its imposing presence, it couldn't make a ripple in Viserys's hands.

He was directly and skillfully grabbed by the back of the neck and lifted up.

"See these chickens?"

Viserys, holding Bellerion, pointed to ten restless chickens inside the house.

In just a short while, several piles of chicken droppings had already been left on the ground.

"go."

"Bite them to death."

Viserys gave the order directly to Bellerion, wanting to see if the Black Cat's combat strength had changed.

However, it was unclear whether Bellerion had understood Viserys's words; his little face seemed to show some confusion.

But as if she roughly understood what he meant, she immediately let out a sobbing sound.

It just didn't understand why Viserys had ordered it to kill the chickens.

The big black cat was then released, but before it could attack the chickens... the chickens started causing trouble for Bellerion.

They were suddenly taken away from their home, and an unidentified creature appeared in their tribe.

The roosters immediately charged over aggressively, wanting to peck the big black cat with their beaks.

Bellerion had no intention of provoking the chickens, but to his surprise, they started looking for trouble.

He was immediately enraged.

"Meow~"

The big black cat let out a sharp, mournful wail, then nimbly dodged the rooster's attack.

It pounced fiercely like a tiger descending a mountain, its sharp teeth snapping right into a chicken's throat.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the hair on Bellerion's chin red.

"Ok?"

Viserys had just been smiling.

But seeing Bellerion's retaliation after being provoked by the roosters, the smile on his face immediately faded slightly.

"That's amazing..."

Normally, it seems that a cat would have a hard time beating an adult rooster.

But Bellerion's performance these days is really...

Viserys squinted as he watched the chaos inside the house, chickens flying everywhere, feathers flying all over the place. Bellerion had displayed overwhelming fighting power, far surpassing his previous strength.

No wonder Woolley and his friends had such a hard time catching a cat, and their faces were covered in scratches.

It seems I misunderstood them.

Bellerion's speed, reaction time, and strength are completely different from what they used to be.

"Could it be that the black mist has taken effect?"

Viserys thought to himself.

By this time, three of the ten roosters had already been killed by Bellerion, and the rest had all been scared away.

"It should be."

If it weren't for the effect of the black mist, Viserys couldn't explain the cat's drastic changes in such a short time.

"Granting black mist can enhance an individual's abilities, but it's unknown whether there's an upper limit to this enhancement."

Viserys couldn't see whether Bellerion had absorbed the black mist after killing the chickens, which was also what he was concerned about.

However, in theory, it shouldn't be the case.

Because Viserys had conducted experiments, and he killed many different kinds of animals without any black mist.

Only intelligent humans possess black mist, which is why Viserys guessed that the black mist must be the soul.

Moreover, Viserys himself is now the source of the black mist; the black mist in Belial was bestowed upon him by Viserys, and the black cat himself does not have the ability to absorb the black mist.

This is equivalent to Viserys being the source of all the black mist, and all other people or animals he bestowed with the black mist are merely seeds whose power has been enhanced.

"Could they help me collect the black mist?"

A bold idea flashed through Viserys's mind.

Viserys had personally executed many condemned prisoners, but he received reasonable advice that a king should not be an executioner.

If Viserys could now have others help him collect the black mist by 'granting' it, wouldn't that be even more convenient?

The thought crossed Viserys's mind.

However, the only thing he has tested so far is the black cat, and he cannot allow the black cat to attack and kill a human. He still needs to verify this in the future.

"It seems I should find someone I can trust to test this on."

Viserys took a deep breath and thought to himself.

Chapter 300 Selection

In fact, crows have always been a mysterious thing in this world.

Viserys, at least, remained wary of these all-black birds.

Because he knew that in the frigid land of eternal winter there existed a being he couldn't explain...

Is he a god? Or... a demigod?

However, one thing is certain: like Viserys, he has transcended the constraints of a mortal body.

Perhaps both of them are now a special existence somewhere between gods and mortals.

This person has some connection with crows.

Even on a psychological level, Viserys still held onto the habit from his previous life, which was that he believed crows represented misfortune.

He once used crows as live targets when he was practicing archery.

Perhaps the crows later realized that this guy didn't seem to welcome them, and then they flew away.

The fact that the black cat caught a crow with its own hands suddenly piqued Viserys' interest.

That's why we have this experiment today.

He hadn't expected the black cat's strength to actually increase so much. And since the experiments on the black cat were a great success, the next step was to find a trustworthy person to take on the next experiments.

What Viserys currently knows is that the black mist, when 'given' to others, will greatly enhance their strength.

As for whether there will be any aftereffects?

He himself didn't know.

After conducting his experiment, Viserys ordered his servants to clean up the mess in the house, where the ten poor roosters had been killed by the black cat.

However, these ten chickens will not go to waste; they can be sent outside the city along with other food so that the three dragons can have a little treat.

Then.

Viserys took the black cat back to his study.

The young king sat in his chair and pondered for a moment before ordering his guards to bring Bessie over.

"Woolley, go and fetch Lord Bessie Joyce."

Woolley was the guard whose face was scratched this morning. He was quite obedient and clever, and had always stayed by Viserys' side as a guard, running errands on a daily basis.

Bessie was a former Kingsguard of Viserys and the son of a warrior of the Seven Gods.

Viserys trusted Bessie immensely, even more than Oberyn.