Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Do not..."

His thick, powerful arms were bulging with muscles as he gripped the rope tightly. His throat bobbed slightly as he swallowed.

He didn't want to die yet.

In fact, if given the choice to live, no one wants to die.

However, Langdon, who was somewhat well-known among the mercenaries in the 'Controversial Lands', was genuinely panicked at this moment.

Although he earned the title of "Bloody Hand from Rhys" because of his ruthlessness, and even once killed ten slaves in a single fight in the arena, winning cheers from the crowd.

However, even with all his strength, he could not save him now.

The mercenary, standing on the outer wall of the castle, lowered his head slightly to look at the cliff below.

However, below was pitch black, and nothing could be seen at all, like a gaping maw waiting to devour him, leaving not even a bone fragment behind.

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The waves kept crashing against the jagged rocks below.

Meanwhile, on the distant sea, this war seemed to be drawing to a close.

The Qingting Island fleet did not come in large numbers this time with the intention of conquering Dragonstone Island in one fell swoop.

After all, he had no reason to refuse the king's order, but Earl Redwin did not want his men to suffer too much damage.

After all, the Qingting Island fleet was the private property of the Redwin family, and he would feel heartache for every warship and every soldier lost.

So after a brief test and a show of what was to come, Earl Redwin ordered his fleet to prepare to withdraw from the battlefield.

The commander of the Dragonstone fleet was well aware that without Westeros's supplies, the fleet was now running out of resources, so he did not press his advantage and instead allowed the Greenstone fleet to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

However, at this moment...

No one can understand the fear in the heart of a mercenary hanging in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward, yet afraid to retreat.

"I...I don't want to die..."

Dragonstone Castle is located on a cliff overlooking the sea, and he has fallen less than halfway down, with at least twenty yards below.

If you were to fall from here like that, you would likely have no chance to struggle and would be smashed to pieces, since the area below is a rocky wasteland.

"Your Highness, please forgive my sins."

"I..."

The mercenary was in a panic, clutching the rope tightly, wanting to beg Viserys for mercy. However, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and his voice was carried far away by the wind.

Viserys stood before the stone window, his gaze serene as he watched the mercenaries trapped on the cliff.

He was breathing heavily, slightly out of breath.

Then he drew his short sword from his waist, placed it on the hemp rope, and then slashed down hard.

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The rope was then cut.

With a desperate roar from below, followed by a slight pause, a dull thud finally came from below, like the sound of a tattered sack full of heavy stuff falling to the ground.

bang——

All sounds ceased, except for the ceaseless waves.

'The Blood Hand from Rhys' fell off the cliff and died.

Viserys stood alone atop the castle, staring down into the pitch-black darkness below, unable to see anything clearly. The grappling hook attached to the other side fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Viserys was leaning against the stone window, breathing slightly heavily.

"ended."

Because he wasn't tall enough, he actually leaned out from the edge of the stone window, then drew his sword and cut the other person's rope, causing him to fall off the cliff.

Although it was the middle of the night and the castle was completely shrouded in darkness, with nothing visible below from the stone window, Viserys was certain that the other person was dead.

There's no need to confirm it at all.

Having lived on Dragonstone for half a year, Viserys was not as carefree as Renis; he had already memorized all the complex terrain within the castle.

Moreover, he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. There was no doubt that the other person had not fallen into the sea, but had likely crashed onto the rocky beach and died from a head injury.

...

"I... I killed someone again."

And now.

The boy jumped down from the stone window, leaned against the corridor wall, exhausted, and slid down onto the cold floor, not wanting to move a single finger.

Viserys was so exhausted that he was almost collapsing. If it weren't for his strong will to survive, he probably wouldn't have been able to run anymore while being chased.

Call ~

The boy sat on the ground, panting heavily, then raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

The blood splattered on his face had congealed considerably and mixed with the newly seeping sweat. Combined with the boy's tender and cute face and his clear, pale purple eyes, the stark and eerie contrast was chilling.

This seemingly cute and innocent little boy used various methods—ambush, hide, and plot—to kill three vicious mercenaries in a short period of time.

Viserys's long, silvery hair clung to his cheeks as he breathed heavily, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

Only then did I have time to recall the whole story.

"What... happened?"

When Viserys was suddenly attacked, he didn't react at all; he only knew that these people were there to kill him.

Then it was all about running away for your life, hiding, ambushing and killing mercenaries—all in an effort to survive.

However, even now he still doesn't know who these people are or why they came to kill him.

Viserys' first thought was that King Robert wanted to eliminate the threat completely, and in fact, his first thought was pretty much right.

As for who these people are specifically, that falls into Viserys's blind spot.

Viserys knew absolutely nothing about the continent of Essos on the other side of the Narrow Sea, except for the parts recorded in his favorite travelogue.

As for the mercenaries and this Courage Group, they knew absolutely nothing about them.

His attention then fell on the black smoke he had absorbed from killing these people.

Clang…

She slightly drew her short sword, its clear blade still stained with some mottled blood.

This was left behind when he killed the first mercenary.

The sword reflected a faint light in the firelight, and Viserys's gaze was fixed on this reflection for three seconds.

Call ~

The black mist reformed.

The sun, moon, water, and earth are still represented using the Higher Valyrian script.

Viserys didn't know the nature of the black mist, but one thing he was absolutely certain of.

That is the black mist, his 'golden finger,' which has an inexplicable connection to the Valyrian Freehold, which was destroyed hundreds of years ago due to the 'Wrath of the Gods.'

Six months ago, when he landed on Dragonstone to be crowned, he fainted under the watchful eyes of the Seven Gods and then had many bizarre dreams.

The most memorable and longest-running story is about an apocalyptic natural disaster.

Volcanic eruptions caused the earth to split apart, magnificent cities were destroyed, and the land was fragmented into islands.

Since then, the most prosperous civilization in human history, even hailed as a 'civilization that could challenge the gods,' has been completely wiped off the face of the earth.

The ruins of Valyria have become known as the 'Sea of ​​Smoke' and the 'Land of Demons', seemingly still carrying some kind of strong influence or curse. Nearly four hundred years have passed and it is still untouched by humans.

And its secret will remain there forever.

The Targaryen family was once a part of the Valyrian civilization.

Twelve years before the cataclysm, a prophet was born into a powerless family in Valyrian Freehold.

She foresaw the impending catastrophe. So she persuaded her entire family to flee to Dragonstone, a Valyrian outpost near the western continent, where they escaped the calamity.

This family, which held little power in the Valyrian Freehold, was the Targaryen family that later conquered Westeros and ruled the land for nearly three hundred years.

Viserys learned all this after landing on Dragonstone and consulting the books stored there, since it was the Targaryen family's stronghold.

At the same time, the old maester also told Viserys many stories about the Valyrian civilization.

After all, this is the history of the Targaryen family. While learning about the histories of other noble families, one should also know what happened to one's own family.

"Perhaps...one day I will uncover this secret."

Viserys' gaze was fixed on the swirling black mist, including the characters written in High Valyrian, and he thought to himself.

Viserys Targaryen

Sun sign: 5

Earth element: 6

Water resistance: 8

Lunar sex: 20

Meanwhile, there was also a wisp of black smoke drifting outside the black mist.

He was absorbed by Viserys after killing the first mercenary and was intentionally controlled so that he wouldn't directly merge into his body.

Viserys wanted to try and see if he could control the wisp of black smoke to enhance the ability he wanted to strengthen.

The two enemies he killed afterward did not absorb the black smoke, which Viserys guessed might be related to the enemies he killed with ranged weapons.

The condition for absorbing black mist from the other party is that you must kill the enemy yourself, and there must be direct contact between the two parties to absorb power.

Viserys also had no idea what the nature of this force was.

Did you absorb the other person's soul?