The Three-Eyed Raven flapped its wings and flew away.
It didn't leave another word.
But from its actions, Lynn could feel that it was very happy.
Silence returned to the room.
Lynn slowly exhaled, his tense muscles finally relaxing.
He should have won.
In this game of wits against an ancient will that had lived for thousands of years, he had gained the upper hand.
But Lynn felt no relief.
He knew this was just the beginning.
A dangerous start, like making a deal with a tiger or dancing with a god.
"Woo..."
Winter's three small heads nudged him, gently rubbing his hand with their still-mucus-covered snouts, conveying waves of dependence and comfort.
Lynn looked down at the strange yet incredibly intimate little creature at his feet, and the wariness and chill in his heart receded slightly.
Just then.
A vast will, as if from ancient primordial times, surged into his mind without warning!
Lynn's body stiffened abruptly.
It's here!
The inheritance of the Three-Eyed Raven.
The cold system prompt sounded.
[Detecting external mental energy intrusion!]
[Analyzing energy composition... Analysis complete, determined to be "Greensight" inheritance.]
The Greensight, originally complex and difficult to understand, was quickly analyzed and mastered by the system.
Lynn only felt a sharp pain in his mind.
Immediately after, a series of new prompts popped up.
[Absorption complete.]
[New skill unlocked: Greensight (入門)]
[New skill unlocked: Warg (入門)]
[New attribute panel has been opened.]
Lynn's heart pounded violently, and he immediately opened the system.
An unseen attribute appeared at the bottom of his personal panel.
[Spirit: 25]
This number was somewhat absurdly high.
He remembered that his other basic attributes were only single digits before he added points.
Initially, he only had a pitiful 5 points, and improving it was extremely difficult.
[Description: Spirit represents the strength and resilience of the soul. As a visitor not belonging to this world, your soul's essence far surpasses mortals, possessing extremely high resistance to all mental erosion and enchantment.]
So that's how it is.
No wonder he lasted so long under the Night King's erosion.
This was his biggest trump card.
The most fundamental reliance of a transmigrator.
Lynn suppressed the turbulence in his heart and focused his attention on the two new skills.
He closed his eyes and tried to activate "Greensight."
The entire world instantly blurred in his perception, countless light and shadows interwoven into chaos.
He concentrated, trying to retrace to the moment Maester Aemon sacrificed himself not long ago.
This was his own memory, the anchor point was very clear.
Buzz—
A roar sounded in his ears.
Fragmented images flashed before his eyes.
The scarlet forge, the blazing flames, Maester Aemon's calm and resolute face, and the mournful incantation chanted in Old Valyrian.
Finally, the white light that swallowed everything.
"Hoo..."
Lynn suddenly opened his eyes, a fine layer of cold sweat already beading on his forehead.
Just a few seconds of retracing made him feel dizzy.
It seems this ability consumes a great deal.
Lynn thought of the Three-Eyed Raven casually taking Bran through time in the show.
A hint of vigilance silently rose in his heart.
This Three-Eyed Raven was far from as weak as he imagined!
Even if they were allies now, he couldn't let his guard down.
His spirit was very likely far superior to his own.
It was just that the Three-Eyed Raven knew that the Night King's erosion of him was not only ineffective but also thwarted, which was why he didn't rashly probe.
He didn't know that Lynn had actually used the system's protection protocol... which was a lucky hit.
Lynn then turned his gaze to Winter at his feet.
"Warg."
Lynn silently recited in his mind.
He tried to extend his consciousness towards the three small heads.
A peculiar connection was instantly established.
He felt three distinctly different emotions.
The middle head with amber eyes was full of curiosity and affection for him.
The left head with eerie blue eyes was filled with vigilance and conservatism, like a dutiful Guards.
And the right head with blood-red eyes held only the purest savagery and hunger, like a flame ready to erupt at any moment.
Lynn cautiously merged his consciousness into the middle head.
You have to pick the persimmons... The next second, Lynn's vision suddenly changed!
He saw himself.
A tall man leaning against the headboard.
He could smell the poppy milk in the air, and he could feel the warm blood flowing beneath his scales.
This feeling was novel and strange.
He tried to lift a foreleg.
That head tilted, seemingly confused, and did not obey his command.
Lynn withdrew from its consciousness, feeling a slight headache.
Controlling a three-souled dragon was far more complex than he had imagined.
Lynn turned his gaze to Nymeria, who was napping in the corner of the room.
He activated the "Warg" ability again.
This time, there was no hindrance.
His consciousness instantly sank into a warm and pure world.
In the air, countless scents were magnified a thousandfold.
The fresh scent of wood, the musty smell of dust, and the faint stench of a mouse left in the snow outside the window.
He could clearly hear his powerful heartbeat and feel the cold touch of the wooden floor beneath his feet.
Lynn controlled this "new" body and stood up.
It gracefully paced a circle around the room, then lay back down.
He could feel Nymeria's affection for him.
Lynn withdrew his consciousness, his shock beyond words.
Control, this was true control... The next morning.
Toren hastily knocked on his door, a strange expression on his face.
"My Lord, there's something beyond the Wall."
Lynn came to the top of the wall.
He saw a solitary figure standing silently on the vast snowy plain.
It was a wight.
It wore tattered Night's Watch black clothes, motionless, like an ice sculpture.
At its feet lay a long, black-cloth-wrapped object.
It was the "sincerity" sent by the Greenseer.
The Rangers used a winch to hoist the package up.
The moment the package crossed the top of the wall, the wight on the snowy plain collapsed, turning into a pile of cold bones.
Lynn stepped forward and personally untied the package.
A slender Valyrian steel sword and a snow-white weirwood longbow lay quietly on the black cloth.
dark sister.
The blade was long and narrow, shimmering with the unique dark ripples of valyrian steel in the morning light.
The hilt was carved from black jade into a ferocious dragon's head.
Lynn gripped the hilt.
A cold and sharp aura spread up his arm.
He slowly drew the sword from its sheath.
A clear sword cry, as if spanning a thousand years, echoed in the air.
Lynn returned to Aemon's room and closed the door.
He slowly unfurled the map of Westeros on the table.
His gaze swept past the North, past the Riverlands, finally resting on the city that represented the center of power.
King's Landing.
A bold, almost insane thought, surfaced in his mind.
He wanted to test how far his 25 points of mental power, combined with the "Warg" ability, could go.
He wanted to invade someone's vision.
Someone thousands of miles away.
Someone he knew best.
Lynn closed his eyes.
He condensed his vast mental power into an invisible needle.
And fiercely thrust it towards King's Landing on the map!
Buzz—
The entire world instantly transformed into a turbulent river of light and sound in his perception.
His consciousness seemed to detach from his body, crossing mountains and rivers at an incomprehensible speed.
This feeling was like his soul being forcibly torn from his body, rapidly traveling through the turbulent flow of time and space.
He didn't know how long passed.
The dizzying sensation finally stopped.
He suddenly opened his "eyes."
What greeted him was a magnificent silk ceiling and a lavish bedroom decorated in gold and splendor.
The air was filled with a rich scent, a mixture of spices and a woman's body fragrance.
A lazy and charming voice came from beside him.
"Jaime, my dear brother, what are you staring at?"
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