Jacob and his group made their way into Daznak's Pit, finding seats amidst the restless crowd. The arena stretched before them like a great stone bowl, carved into the earth and packed with thousands of Meereenese—freedmen, merchants, nobles, and visitors from distant lands. The air hummed with excitement and anticipation.
Jacob contacted Malia telepathically. [Hey Malia, change your clothes quickly. There are some death matches here that you are going to love.]
Malia, who was playing video games with Allison, Arya, and Kitty, replied excitedly. [Okay, I'll change my clothes right away.]
Soon, she contacted him again, and he teleported to Serendell and brought her to Daznak's Pit. She joined them in watching the fun, though it hadn't started yet.
Malia looked around the arena with wide eyes, taking in the massive structure and the sea of people. "This place is huge."
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Daenerys stood with her people—Tyrion, Missandei, Grey Worm, and Daario—in the preparation area. She wore a flowing white dress that made her look every inch the queen she was. Her silver-gold hair was braided elegantly, and her expression was one of cool composure that masked her inner turmoil.
She looked at Daario, her voice flat. "Remember, don't get too close to me."
Daario's brow furrowed. "Why?"
Daenerys's voice was firm. "He might kill you."
Daario scoffed, his hand moving to his sword hilt. "I'm willing to die for you."
Daenerys shook her head, her eyes softening with something like pity. "Whatever was between us is over. Don't die a meaningless death."
She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Let's go."
Tyrion fell into step beside her, his voice low. "You still haven't told me if you've made a decision."
Daenerys's voice was thoughtful. "I thought about it a lot all night."
Tyrion pressed. "And?"
Daenerys sighed. "I'm not sure yet. Meereen isn't my home, and I want to go to Westeros. But with him there, there's no way I can win. The only option is to accept his offer, but..." She paused, her expression conflicted. "I'll make a decision during the games."
They entered the arena and made their way to the royal box. The crowd roared as they appeared—some cheering, some silent, some watching with cold, calculating eyes.
Daenerys took her seat. Missandei sat on her left, Tyrion on her right, but an empty chair had been left between her and Tyrion. Daario positioned himself behind her, and Grey Worm and a few Unsullied surrounded them.
Hizdahr zo Loraq appeared and took the empty seat next to Daenerys. His smile was smooth, practiced.
Daenerys glanced at him. "Where have you been?"
Hizdahr's smile didn't waver. "Just making sure everything is in order."
Daenerys ignored him and began searching the crowd for Jacob, her eyes scanning the thousands of faces. But she couldn't find him.
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High above on the opposite side of the pit, Jacob stood with Malia and the others among the crowd. Malia watched a horse show in the arena, then her gaze drifted to where Daenerys was sitting.
"Is that Daenerys?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with interest.
Jacob was also staring at Daenerys. "Yes."
Malia's brow furrowed. "Does she have powers? Is she a dragon?"
Jacob shook his head. "She's not a dragon, but she's immune to fire and can control wyverns."
Malia looked confused. "I thought she calls herself the Mother of Dragons and the Dragon Queen because she's a dragon herself."
Jacob chuckled. "Nah. She calls herself that because she has three wyverns."
Malia shrugged, losing interest. "So when are the fights going to start?"
Jacob looked at the arena, where an announcer was giving a speech in Valyrian. Two warriors entered the arena, their weapons gleaming. "Soon."
Scott pointed to the royal box. "Is that Missandei sitting next to your new wife?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes. What do you think?"
Scott studied Missandei for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Well, she's pretty. I would like to date her."
Jacob smiled. "Good luck, then."
Just then, Daenerys clapped her hands, and the fighting began.
Malia grinned. "Finally, they started."
Cogman stood next to Malia, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Wonderful. Who do you think will win, my lady?"
Malia studied the two fighters—one large and brutish, the other smaller and quicker. "The bigger one, of course."
Cogman's eyes flickered with amusement. "I think the smaller one might have a chance."
Jacob ignored everything and focused on the system.
'System, do the location sign-in.'
[Sign-In at Daznak's Pit — Successful. Rewards Obtained:
1️⃣ Grandmaster's Melt Stick (MCU): A powerful technological staff used by the Grandmaster of Sakaar as an execution tool. When activated, the staff instantly liquefies any living being it touches, reducing them to a puddle of organic matter.
Limitation: The staff only works on organic matter—it does not affect inorganic materials or constructs. The user must strike the target directly with the staff's tip. Furthermore, the staff cannot melt creatures with high supernatural energy; to melt those creatures, the user must first make them consume most of their supernatural energy.
2️⃣ Energy Projection – Sonya Blade's Arcana (Mortal Kombat): The ability to shoot energy rings or destructive blasts from your arms.
3️⃣ Firebolt (Harry Potter): A top-of-the-line racing broom. It accelerates from 0 to 150 mph in 10 seconds, responds to thought rather than touch. Features an unbreakable braking charm and exceptional balance and precision.]
Jacob read the first reward and raised a brow. 'Nice weapon. If I ever fight someone that can't be killed by elemental powers or ordinary means, I'll turn them to mush after beating them until they lose all their supernatural energy—if they had any. Like Thanos—he doesn't have supernatural energy, probably. Maybe I can melt him without even beating him first.'
He smiled at the memory of the Grandmaster. 'The Grandmaster was a fun character. I hope I meet him—the MCU version, though. I hope the comic version isn't real. He's way too OP in the comics. But powers like the ones he had in the comics aren't real anyway, so it should be just the funny dude from the MCU.'
He read the second reward and nodded to himself in satisfaction. 'That's a great reward.'
He read the last reward and shook his head. 'Useless. I can already fly, and sitting on a broom sounds uncomfortable.'
He said in his mind, 'System, fuse the Energy Projection ability into my body.'
[Are you sure, Host?]
'Yes.'
He felt a warm current flow through his body, slowly settling into his very being.
[Ability has been successfully merged.]
Jacob raised his hand, and seven rings made of purple light appeared around his wrist, spinning lazily. He smiled and dismissed them.
He realized that Scott and Stiles were staring at him.
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Stiles asked, "What were those purple rings?"
Jacob shrugged. "Just a new ability." He turned back to watch the fight in the arena.
Soon, his eyes drifted back to Daenerys. He saw Daario leaning forward between her and Hizdahr zo Loraq, saying something with a smile on his face. The sellsword's hand was on the back of Daenerys's chair, his face too close to hers.
Jacob didn't like that. Since he had decided Daenerys was his, no man should be that close to her—especially one she had feelings for.
He made a choking gesture with his hand.
Daario, who had been talking and smiling, suddenly began to choke. He clawed at his neck as if an invisible hand was squeezing his throat, then fell to the ground, gasping.
Daenerys and Hizdahr were both startled. Soon, Tyrion, Missandei, and Grey Worm noticed too.
Hizdahr leaned forward. "What's wrong with him?"
Tyrion looked at Daario, then at the panicked Daenerys. "He warned you, didn't he? But you still let this fool get close to you while smiling and talking in your ear."
Daenerys's eyes widened. "You mean this is Jacob's doing?"
Tyrion's voice was dry. "What do you think?"
Daenerys looked at Daario, who was about to die. She scanned the crowd, but couldn't see Jacob. She shouted, "Stop! You've made your point!"
Jacob heard her clearly over the roar of the crowd and released Daario from his telekinetic grip.
Daario took a deep breath and sat up, breathing roughly while coughing violently.
Daenerys's voice was cold. "I told you to stay away from me."
Daario coughed, trying to speak, but she waved him off.
"Go stand next to Grey Worm and don't get near me again. I can't guarantee he will spare you next time."
Daario stood up, looking at Daenerys with a mixture of hurt and confusion.
Tyrion's voice was sharp. "Are you trying to waste Her Grace's kindness and get yourself killed? Go away, you fool."
Daario sighed and backed away, standing next to Grey Worm a few meters from Daenerys. He began scanning the arena, searching for whoever had attacked him.
Hizdahr was still panicking. He looked at Daenerys. "Who is Jacob? What's going on?"
Daenerys's voice was cold. "You would do well not to ask about things that do not concern you."
Just then, the fight ended with the larger warrior beheading the smaller one. Daenerys stared at the scene. She didn't like it, but she didn't say anything.
Tyrion frowned and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, looking away from the bloody scene.
Hizdahr forgot about Jacob, smiling in satisfaction at the brutal scene. He looked at Tyrion. "You don't approve?"
Tyrion met his gaze, his voice flat. "There's always been more than enough death in the world for my taste. I can do without it in my leisure time."
Hizdahr said, "Fair enough. Yet it's an unpleasant question, but what great thing has ever been accomplished without killing or cruelty?"
Tyrion said, "It's easy to confuse what is with what ought to be, especially when what is has worked out in your favor."
Hizdahr said, "I'm not talking about myself. I'm talking about the necessary conditions for greatness."
Daenerys nodded at the arena, where a few people were dragging the headless corpse and covering the blood with sand. Her voice was cold. "That is greatness?"
Hizdahr turned to her. "That is a vital part of the great city of Meereen, which existed long before you or I and will remain standing long after we have returned to the dirt."
Tyrion muttered, "My father would have liked you."
Drums thundered across the arena as the announcer stepped into the center and addressed the crowd once more in Valyrian. Moments later, several warriors made their way into the pit.
Daenerys looked at Hizdahr. "One day, your great city will return to the dirt as well."
Hizdahr's smirk was infuriating. "At your command?"
Daenerys's voice was flat. "If need be."
Hizdahr pressed. "And how many people will die to make this happen?"
Daenerys said, "If it comes to that, they will have died for a good reason."
Hizdahr pointed at the warriors in the arena. "Those men think they're dying for a good reason."
Daenerys's voice was sharp. "Someone else's reason."
Hizdahr challenged her. "So your reasons are true and theirs are false? They don't know their own minds, but you do?"
Tyrion interjected, his voice dry. "Well said. You're an eloquent man. Doesn't mean you're wrong. In my experience, eloquent men are right every bit as often as imbeciles."
Daenerys's attention was suddenly caught by a familiar voice. She turned to the arena and saw Jorah Mormont speaking in Valyrian, expressing his honor at meeting her.
Daenerys was shocked at first. After hesitating for a few moments, she clapped her hands to start the battle royale.
Jorah Mormont ended up winning.
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Back with Jacob and his group
Jacob frowned. 'They're too many simps around Dany. Should I kill them?'
Malia said, "Jay, someone's about to attack your new wife."
Jacob's expression didn't change. "I know. Let's do nothing for now. Let's wait until she calls for me. But if anyone is stupid enough to attack us, you can kill them."
Jorah suddenly picked up a spear and aimed at Daenerys. He threw it in her direction. She panicked, and Grey Worm came running toward her, but the spear hit one of the masked Sons of the Harpy behind her instead.
Chaos erupted in the arena.
The Sons of the Harpy attacked from all sides. From the crowd, many men put on golden masks with horns and began killing everyone around them.
Some attacked Jacob's group, but he didn't even look at them. Cogman, Stiles, and Malia dealt with them when they got close, their movements efficient and brutal.
Jacob's eyes were fixed on Daenerys, ready to teleport to save her if she was truly in danger.
Scott watched as a masked man tried to kill Missandei but got killed by Tyrion instead. "Should we go save them?"
Jacob shook his head. "Not yet."
The chaos continued. Hizdahr zo Loraq was stabbed to death. Daenerys and her people descended to the arena floor and stood at the center, the Unsullied guarding them. Since Jacob had warned her that something might go wrong during the Great Games, Daenerys had brought a large number of Unsullied with her.
The Sons of the Harpy surrounded them. Seeing the number of Unsullied, they stopped killing the crowd and focused on Daenerys and her people.
They began descending into the arena, surrounding Daenerys and her people from all sides, their numbers growing by the second.
Tyrion looked at Daenerys. "Aren't you going to call him?" He pointed to where Jacob was standing. "He's over there."
Daenerys looked. Now she could finally see Jacob, as the area around him was a death zone—any Son of the Harpy that got close to him was slaughtered by Cogman, Malia, and Stiles.
But she still didn't ask for his help. She caught Missandei's hand and looked around at the Sons of the Harpy attacking and killing her soldiers, trying to get to her. She closed her eyes and tried hard to contact her dragon, Drogon.
A few moments later, everyone stopped as they heard a loud roar.
Stiles looked around. "What is that sound? A giant goose?"
Jacob smiled. "No. That's Dany's wyvern."
Just then, a ball of flame appeared at the edge of the arena wall, and Drogon flew through it. Everyone saw him.
Stiles's eyes widened. "That's a cool entrance. But isn't he too small? Kisarax could eat him in one bite."
Jacob nodded. "Well, he's only four years old."
Malia killed one of the Sons of the Harpy with electricity and said, "My wyvern Storm, and our other wyverns, are now the size of horses, and they're only a month old."
Jacob said, "They're living in Serendell, which is filled with magical energy, and they have bonds with us. They will naturally grow faster and stronger than the wyverns living in this world. And they're two and a half months old, not a month."
Malia looked at Drogon flying inside the arena in circles and smiled. "I think you can't play the hero saving the beauty now that her wyvern has arrived. Do you want me to help you kidnap her?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. Her wyvern isn't strong enough. It can't save her."
Drogon landed and began burning the Sons of the Harpy and biting them in half while Daenerys watched happily and proudly.
But her happiness didn't last long. One of the Sons of the Harpy threw a spear at Drogon. The spear stabbed deep into Drogon's side, making him screech in pain. He turned and burned the man, but the damage was done.
The Sons of the Harpy, who had been running and panicking, realized they could hurt the beast. They stopped and began throwing their spears at Drogon, managing to riddle his body with spears while he roared in pain and burned them.
Daenerys panicked and walked toward him without care, trying to remove the spears from his body.
She removed one, but Drogon turned to her and roared. When he realized it was her, he stopped, and the two of them just stared at each other for a few moments.
That gave the Sons of the Harpy a chance to get closer and shoot multiple spears at Drogon, piercing his body and sending him into a rampage. He began burning and biting them again, but they kept hitting him with spears.
Malia said, "That wyvern is way too weak. If you don't help, it's going to die."
Jacob's voice was calm. "She only needs to ask for my help. As for her wyvern, I can always heal him."
Drogon fought on, but his strength was fading. Spears stuck out from his body like quills, and soon he could barely move.
Daenerys ran to him, tears streaming down her face, as he collapsed to the ground. He could only lift his head enough to burn the Sons of the Harpy who were foolish enough to approach.
She stood beside him, heartbroken—and made her choice. She looked up at Jacob, still standing high in the stands, and screamed, "I accept! Help me!"
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Jacob smirked and said, "Cogman, make sure none of these bastards that tried to kill your lady leave this arena alive."
Cogman's grin widened with unsettling delight. "With pleasure, sir."
Jacob looked at Malia, Stiles, and Scott and said, "You can now do whatever you want."
With that, Jacob disappeared.
He appeared next to Daenerys, ignoring the Sons of the Harpy who had turned their attention from the injured Drogon and were now surrounding her.
The Sons of the Harpy froze, startled by the man who appeared out of thin air before them.
Jacob raised Daenerys's chin gently, making her look at him. "You took your time to call for my help."
Daenerys blushed, her heart racing. Then she glared at him. "You got what you wanted. Now can you deal with these bastards already?"
Jacob's smile was infuriatingly calm. "Is that how you ask your husband to do something for you?"
Daenerys's voice was sharp. "What do you want?"
Jacob's eyes gleamed. "Give me a kiss, love, and I will kill every last one of them."
Daenerys's breath quickened, and her blush deepened. Her voice was filled with frustration. "I hate you."
Jacob's smile didn't waver. "No, you're not. I can tell you're lying." He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "What you really want is to take me back to your chambers and—"
Daenerys pushed him away. "Shut up!"
Jacob laughed, utterly unbothered. He spared the Sons of the Harpy only a brief glance before turning back to her. "I'm still waiting for my kiss."
Daenerys's face cycled through anger, embarrassment, and back to anger.
With a frustrated sigh, wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a deep kiss that lasted for several seconds.
After they separated, she was panting. She glared at him. "Are you satisfied now?"
Jacob smiled. "Very. But I only asked you for a kiss on the cheek. I didn't ask you for a deep kiss, and you even used your tongue, you pervert."
Daenerys stomped her foot. "Damn it! I hate you!"
Jacob grinned. "You keep saying that, but your face is telling a different story. You've already fallen for me, haven't you?"
Her blush deepened. "I have not! I hate you!"
Jacob chuckled. "Well, well—looks like I've got myself a tsundere."
Just then, one of the Sons of the Harpy attacked Jacob with a dagger.
Jacob turned to him, his voice flat. "You seem in a hurry to die."
He raised his hand, and electricity shot from it, shocking the man to death. The electricity spread to the rest of the surrounding Sons of the Harpy, killing them all instantly.
Daenerys stared at the bodies, then back at Jacob, her eyes wide. "Just what kind of creature are you?"
Jacob turned to her, his eyes meeting hers. "I'm a dragon."
To be continued... 😊
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