Chapter One: The Silence Before the Storm
Renji Kurozawa lived in a world that had long forgotten magic.
Nestled in the misty folds of the Akatsuki Mountains, his village of Shiranui was a place untouched by time. The people were simple, the seasons predictable, and the only excitement came from the occasional festival or a rare book arriving at the village's modest library. Renji, with his tousled blonde-black hair and crimson eyes that marked him as "odd," spent most of his days buried in scrolls and tomes, lost in legends of gods, vampires, and ancient wars.
He was a scholar, not a warrior. A dreamer, not a leader.
His family was his anchor. His father, a retired swordsman turned gardener, taught him discipline. His mother, a healer, taught him compassion. But it was his younger sister, Aiko, who gave him joy. She would sit beside him, eyes wide, as he read aloud tales of immortal kings and cursed bloodlines. "You'll be one of them someday," she'd whisper. "A hero."
Renji would laugh. "I'm just a bookworm, Aiko. Heroes don't wear glasses."
But fate doesn't care for self-deprecation.
The Night Everything Burned
It began with a tremor. Then a scream.
Renji was in the library's basement, translating an ancient text about "The Crimson Sovereign" — a vampire said to have ruled the night — when the ground shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. He rushed upstairs, heart pounding, only to find the village engulfed in chaos.
Figures in black robes moved like shadows, chanting in a tongue older than the mountains. Necromancers. They had come for the shrine beneath the village — a place Renji had always thought was symbolic, not sacred. But the legends were true. Beneath that shrine lay the sealed blood of a progenitor vampire.
Renji ran toward his home, dodging fire and falling debris. He found it in ruins. His parents — gone. Aiko — nowhere to be found.
He screamed her name until his voice broke. But only silence answered.
The Vault and the Void
Renji stumbled back to the library, the only place he knew. He collapsed in the vault, surrounded by books that now felt meaningless. He cried until sleep took him.
When he awoke, he was no longer in the vault.
He stood in a vast, starless void. The air shimmered with power. Before him floated a figure — neither man nor woman, neither light nor shadow. The Random Omnipotent Being, or ROB, as Renji would later call it.
"You survived," the being said, voice echoing like a thousand whispers. "And you carry pain. I offer you rebirth."
Renji's fists clenched. "Why me?"
"Because you read the right book. Because you were the only one who listened."
The being extended a hand. "Three wishes. Choose wisely."
Renji didn't hesitate.
"Give me the power of a progenitor vampire. I'll never be weak again." "Grant me instant comprehension. I want to understand everything — magic, politics, languages." "And… make it so that no woman I love will ever resent me for loving more than one."
The being smiled. "Interesting. You seek strength, wisdom, and harmony. Very well."
The void cracked. Light poured in. Renji felt his body dissolve, his soul reshaped. He was no longer the quiet scholar of Shiranui. He was something more.
Rebirth
Renji awoke in a forest — cold, damp, and unfamiliar. The stars above were wrong. The air smelled of blood and pine. He stumbled toward a road and saw a carriage, broken and abandoned. A sigil he didn't recognize — a direwolf.
He was in Westeros.
And the game had begun.