[T/N: I said I wouldn't drop the novels, even if it's not worth it to do this anymore, and I don't have the time to do this after I got my promotion, I made a promise. Enjoy.]
Jon looked at the white room, his position in Volantis was more solid now, after the withdrawal of men, the golden company had left only 30% of its men to face him, while the others were trying to appease the rebel attacks inside the city, of that 30%, between those who fled to the city and those who died, only half remained.
He still had to finish off the war elephants, but for every kill by his soldiers, experience points came to him, passively.
The boy approached the computer and clicked on the player menu.
{Name: Jon Snow
Title: King of Valyria
Skill Points: 6
Level: 27 (0/15500)
Health: 2800/2800
Mana: 2550/2550
Attributes: Low
Skills: 2
Swordsmanship Level: 4
Summoning Magic Level: 4
Do you want to spend five skill points to get the Summoning Magic skill at level: 5?
Yes/No}
The boy pressed yes.
{Summoning Magic Level: 5
Cost: 500 mana per spell
Sailor Company: Company of ten sailors, capable of using swords, bows and arrows, and small arms, come with a warship. Every job they do gives the user experience.
Survival: Blueprints of warships, blueprints of fishing boats, blueprints of small ports, blueprints of docks.
This skill has two upgrades.}
The boy nodded at that, now he could attack through water.
He left the room.
He looked at the elephants at the entrance.
He sent a group of lancers on one side and archers on the other.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Sansa sighed tiredly, she had supported the soldiers by healing the warriors who were fighting for their liberation.
But they came in tens.
The girl was exhausted.
He cast her healing magic and arrived at the white room.
Sansa sighed tiredly, at least she had one more point and her mana regenerated automatically when she leveled up, the same as her health. She looked at the computer and had reached level 13 with 4 skill points.
She left the room and cast healing again.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Ned looked at the white room, he was here again, during the attack, his forces were mopping up the Ironborn, a few miles from Pike, his ships were resisting most of the attacks, and although it was not easy, he lost almost half of his ships in battle, but he had more than the attackers.
{Name: Ned Stark
Title: King of the North
Skill Points: 5
Level: 22 (0/10000)
Health: 2000/2000
Mana: 1880/1880
Attributes: Low
Skills: 2
Swordsmanship Level: 4
Atlantic Magic Level: 4}
Ned tightened his grip on his sword.
{Do you want to spend five skill points and upgrade your swordsmanship skill to level: 5?
Yes/No}
He pressed yes.
{Swordsmanship Level: 5 acquired}
Ned felt his muscles explode in pain, dozens of images appeared in his mind, sword movements, attack, and defense, the man let out a moan of pain and looked at the screen.
{Swordsmanship Level: 5
Cost: 70 mana
Flashbang: The swords glow with bright light that blinds opponents. It lasts five minutes.}
[T/N: That's shit, and it doesn't even fit the skill.]
The man shrugged, it wasn't an attack, but it would do. He left the white room.
He watched his ships defeat the others one by one.
A ship was heading towards them.
The man pointed at his harpoons and fired them, but they were covered in metal.
"An Ironborn with intelligence...Strange" he whispered and pointed for them to board the ship.
The men jumped onto their boat.
His men attacked them.
Ned took out Ice and cast his new ability.
"Lighting" the sword lit up with a bright light.
"Magic?" the Ironborn said before being attacked.
XXXXXXXXXX
Robb looks at the cage where the kingslayer awaited, he had interrogated without great success, the boy intimidated him with gray wind but Jaime was in a state of shock at losing his hand.
Robb sighed.
"I hadn't aimed for the hand," he muttered.
His mother was the only one Jaime Lannister would talk to, Robb knew she was a player with negotiating skills.
Catelyn had managed to get him to tell her the names of his subordinates, and also obtained the names of several river lords, whom the Lannister planned to convince to join them.
She achieved this by only changing to better dinners and one bath per week while being guarded.
Catelyn Stark's negotiating skills were something to be feared, and Robb knew that, perhaps with better levels she could do even more incredible things for the war.
Robb planned to talk about it when his father returned.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Jon watched as his men dispatched one elephant and faced the other. The boy felt the adrenaline rush through his veins and then saw an archer strike the animal's eyes.
It gave a scream and fell to the ground to be pierced by the spears.
"At least it was over quickly, poor animal" Jon muttered.
He arrived at the white room, he had obtained level 28 with 3 skill points.
"Knock down the door" the boy ordered.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Ned walked through the enemy ship with his illuminated sword, twenty Ironborn had already fallen by his steel.
"Lord Stark" he heard and saw a woman arrive.
Beautiful in her own way.
Wild like her sister Lyanna had been.
"Yara Greyjoy" he greeted.
She took out her sword.
Ned's sword no longer had any illumination.
' Maybe I should use dismember, it wouldn't kill her, I require some living Greyjoy... Balon will die, but his daughter will be a good hostage in the future ' he thought.
The woman approached.
"Critical hit" he whispered.
His arms tensed.
Yara slashed forward.
Ned easily dodged it.
Ice headed towards the Iron Woman's sword.
The blow was so strong that she fell to the ground.
"Give up, girl" Ned offered.
She spat at him.
Ned sighed.
"I came for your father's life, not yours" he clarified.
Yara stood on guard.
"Winterfell was a mistake," she told him.
"Mistakes are paid for" he informed.
The woman sighed.
"The orders were to capture," she said.
It's the same thing Ralf Stonehouse told him before he died.
" Captured? No, Yara Greyjoy, you burned my children alive, there is no way you will apologise for your debt, your father will die, your brother will die, your islands will be flooded, your iron price will disappear, winter has come for the Ironborn… For all the Ironborn" Ned finished.
And finally, he gave in to his fury.
His Valyrian steel greatsword moved with a speed the girl considered impossible for someone his age.
Every blow made her fall.
Her sword was cracking.
By the time Ned cornered her, she had a broken arm, as well as 7 ribs, and was limping and shaking as she grabbed her sword.
The lord of the north lifted her up with one hand on her neck.
"I repeat, Yara...Winter has come for the Ironborn" Ned finished, throwing her aside. The girl fell unconscious from a blow to her head.
Ned arrived at the white room again, reached level 23 with 2 points, and left. Manderly and Bolton's ships arrived at his side. The captains left.
"Let's finish this," Ned ordered.
They both nodded.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Arya walked calmly through the mansion of her last enemy before the conquest of Volantis.
An explosion was heard in the distance.
Jon had entered the gates.
The girl smiled.
Robb's father-in-law had led the slave revolt, everyone looked to him as the new leader.
Nobles disappeared every day.
Arya knew it was a ploy to ally himself with Lord Maegyr, or at least show him mercy.
She asked for only one sign of loyalty, the liberation of the slaves.
Many followed that easily.
Their lives in exchange for the release of merchandise.
They never understood why.
By freeing the slaves, they noticed that the nobleman told the truth to others, that the slaves could be free.
And they joined the rebellion.
Also of course when it's over, they will have loyalty to the lord, who in turn, will be put in charge of Volantis by Jon.
Everything fit together perfectly.
After the conquest, if the nobles asked for their slaves again, they would be executed and Lord Maegyr would have the full support of Jon and the citizens.
The girl looked at her target guarded by two guards. She had activated her mind control ability. It was extremely useful when fighting against a few men, but not so much against many.
"Kill him" she ordered one.
He pulled out his sword and killed the guard.
"Now go and join the rebellion," she said.
The soldier nodded and walked out.
Arya opened the door.
She watched as the old man was attentive to her.
" Mind reading " she whispered.
" So you arrived " she heard the old man's thoughts in her head.
"Are you a servant of Maegyr? Or of the supposed king of Valyria? " he asked.
"Both, Federic's daughter is my sister-in-law, and my other brother is the king of Valyria," she said.
The old man sighed.
"We could have negotiated," he muttered.
"You think you can do that? You attacked Valyria, what did you think would happen?" she said incredulously.
"I didn't know, you guys hid...I thought you were just savages" he whispered.
Arya shrugged.
"Too late for apologies," she said.
The old man nodded.
" I won't go alone," he thought but Arya heard him with her ability.
"What are you planning?" she asked.
" Kill you when you come close " she heard in his mind.
"I see" Arya muttered.
"What?" the man said confused.
"This is annoying, I was planning on cutting your throat, but I better let you go," she said shrugging.
The man blinked.
"Is this a joke?" he asked.
Arya shook her head.
"Mind control" she whispered.
The old man looked at her, confused.
"No... Go, take your weapon and attack the soldiers" she ordered.
The old man stood up with the knife in hand and shook his head.
Arya watched him leave.
Then she heard screams and out of nowhere she appeared in the white room.
She went to the computer.
{Congratulations! You have earned a title and moved up a level.
You have been given the title assassin.
Titles give you an extra skill point every level.}
The girl smiled at that.
She had leveled up to 18 with 4 skill points. She could level up, but she decided to wait, she wasn't sure what she should do, whether to use concealment or cursed magic, she'd rather wait to level up, besides Volantis was almost conquered.
She left the room, and teleported.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Jon attacked the mercenaries.
In the streets of Volantis, the city was almost taken.
Slaves attacked mercenaries too.
Ramon and his men joined the little army and attacked.
"I didn't think you'd make it," the one fighting at his side admitted.
"Thank you for your trust," Jon said ironically.
The man shrugged.
"Look at my point of view, you go on a mission, you come back months later, saying you're the king of Valyria, and you want to take Volantis... My confidence has limits" he told him.
" Are you complaining? Didn't you want to be a general? " Jon asked.
Ramon shrugged.
"I want a general's pay, and a woman with big breasts," he said.
[T/N: Don't we all.]
Jon smiled in amusement as he killed another soldier.
"Well, rest assured, the freed slaves will be more than willing to thank you appropriately for your help" Jon informed.
"Now that you mention it, the noble Rash has a busty slave," he said.
Jon laughed and out of nowhere, screams appeared announcing the death of the elephant lord and the end of the war.
"Marshal Jones is dead…Marshal Jones is dead"
Jon smiled.
The soldiers of Volantis grew uneasy as they watched Jon and his army approach them, and they made their decision.
They threw away their weapons.
Jon's soldiers, Ramon's mercenaries, and now free slaves all raised cries of victory.
"FOR THE KING OF VALYRIA"
"BY THE KING OF VALYRIA AND VOLANTIS"
"BY LORD MAEGYR"
"FOR FREEDOM"
"BY NEW VOLANTIS"
And thousands of screams accompanied him.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Rhaenys listened to everything from outside.
"So this is the end of slavery" she muttered.
"The storm passed" her brother finished.
[T/N: If you can't wait for the next chapter then check out my Patreon for some advanced chapters! For just $10, you can get access to over 300+ posts. That means you get up to read the entire book two and access to all my other works. You could also just join the free membership, I always appreciate it. (*/ω＼*) ]
[patreon.com/PuddingLord]