The Riverlands, Harrenhal, Gods Eye, Isle of Faces
The Isle of Faces is an island on the Gods Eye; its area is the same as Harrenhal, and its history is even older. Rumor has it that this is where the First Men and the Children of the Forest signed the Pact.
Over these thousands of years, the Isle of Faces has witnessed far too much history. Here, a mysterious organization has been guarding it ever since the Pact was reached.
"To be honest, I always thought you were just legends. I didn't expect to see your true existence today."
As Jon's words fell, a large group of humans wearing green vine clothing appeared before him. Most of them wore caltrops on their heads, looking much like the wildlings of primitive tribes.
"We are merely carrying out our mission. Until we receive a revelation, we will remain here until we are completely destroyed."
The speaker was an elderly-looking man, clearly the leader among them.
"Do you know anything about the Night Lion?"
"No, young Skinchanger, you should not speak that name. It is a taboo existence; you will invite misfortune."
Upon hearing that name from Jon's mouth, the Green Men all grew agitated, seemingly terrified of Jon's words.
"I'm afraid you'll never receive that so-called revelation, because the gods have already returned to the starry sky. Only the Maiden of Light and the Night Lion remain here now. Most of the gods lost in the river of time have been reduced to their puppets."
"What!?"
Jon's words echoed in the ears of these Green Men like a clap of thunder, causing them to lose themselves completely.
"The gods have abandoned this world? Can we no longer be redeemed?"
"Has our persistence been meaningless?"
"O Gods! Save us!"
…In truth, most of these people had already guessed all of this, but no one had ever spoken the truth aloud. Now, with Jon pointing it out, the Green Men were in total chaos; most were lost, completely unsure of what they should do.
"In fact, the gods gave you a choice long ago; you just never took it!"
"What do you mean by that?"
The old man had remained quite calm throughout, but upon hearing Jon's words, his eyes instantly lit up.
The gods worshipped by the Children of the Forest and the First Men were not specific, fixed deities, but rather all the rules and power systems of this world.
The Children of the Forest once spread across two continents, but as time passed, this race that mastered magical powers eventually disappeared into the long river of history.
However, the divine worship they left behind was mastered by the humans of the Eastern Continent. When these new rules appeared, the new gods emerged simultaneously.
Unlike the Old Gods of this world's rules, the new gods were mostly aggregates of consciousness possessing certain rule-based powers. That is to say, they were very easily influenced by their believers.
When the believers considered the Old Gods to be evil gods, the new gods also became hostile toward them. Thus, the situation arose where the Seven sealed those ancient alien gods.
With the return of the Old Gods, these divine rules that had lost their freedom for too long began to act out like children. They now only wanted to continue living in the starry sky rather than return to this world.
"The gods bestowed upon you endless power and wisdom, yet you have kept them here, waiting for them to rot and decay. This is wrong. What you truly should do is use this power well and spread the power of the gods to every corner of this world."
"But this is different from the ancient oaths. The gods only respond to our prayers; they do not provide us with guidance."
After hearing Jon's words, the old Green Man fell into a state of contradiction.
Faith in the Old Gods was actually a very simple thing: praying to the heart tree. The Old Gods had no dogmas or manifestos, maintaining a complete 'believe it or not' attitude.
Perhaps it was precisely because the Old Gods had always maintained such a cold and aloof demeanor that the Andals were able to seize the opportunity to drive out their faith, leaving only a small amount of worship in the North.
Even today, many Northerners have begun to worship the Seven. Perhaps in a few hundred years, the faith of the Old Gods will completely exit the historical stage of Westeros.
"The gods have actually been watching you all along, waiting to see how you choose!"
As Jon's words fell, a very slight breeze caused the weirwood trees across the entire Isle of Faces to rustle. This wind was very light, so slight it was as if someone were exhaling.
Yet such a breeze directly caused the heart trees to sway. It looked as if they were responding to what Jon had just said.
"What should we do!?"
Feeling the heart trees' response to Jon, the Green Men all stopped their frantic behavior and listened calmly to what Jon had to say.
"How should we choose?"
"We have been on the Isle of Faces since birth!"
"Are we to use forbidden powers like those people in the North?"
The Green Men, like the Children of the Forest, were beings blessed by the gods. Because of this, they were very dissatisfied with the Children of the Forest in the North who used forbidden powers.
In the eyes of these Green Men, it was precisely because of their hatred and anger that the terrible nightmare was brought directly into this world.
"I want to establish an Emerald Dream. In this world, all beings who believe in the gods will find peace and comfort, and they will also gain knowledge and redemption here."
"You… have you already mastered the power of the gods?"
Upon hearing Jon's words, the old Green Man asked directly.
"So now, do you still think I can do nothing?"
Seeing Jon's confidence, the old man was stunned and stood frozen in place.
Most followers of the Old Gods possess the ability to control time and space. It is because of this that they can look back at the past and foresee the future.
"The great gods have brought us ultimate redemption. My dear brothers, this lord is our ultimate redemption!"
Feeling something extraordinary about Jon, the old Green Man finally tried to peer into Jon's true nature.
Whoosh…
As the old man took a deep breath, he entered a state of Skinchanging. As his soul left his body, a terrifying dragon-shaped phantom appeared directly in the old man's spiritual vision.
"This… what is this?"
Seeing the terrifying magic dragon staring at him with predatory eyes, the old Green Man cried out in alarm.
"I am Aegon Targaryen, a fusion of Dragonlord blood and the blood of the First Men!"
Jon, speaking in the Common Tongue, gave the old man a start. As the old man settled into his Skinchanging trance, the surrounding Green Men also entered Skinchanging mode as if sensing something.
"Gods above!"
"What is this!?"
"How is this monster different from the ones that died in the lake before? It actually has eight wings! This is insane."
…Compared to everyone else's surprise, Gray—whose name Jon had already asked—had already adjusted.
"This is not the river of time, but another completely different world. Is this the Dream World you spoke of, Lord Aegon?"
After calming his mind, Gray directly asked Jon this question.
"While this place is quite good, I think the effect at Harrenhal might be even better, even though that city is on the verge of collapse."
Harrenhal had always been the embodiment of death and curses. After Harren the Black died, many Ironborn believed he was a man who had forsaken his faith. It was precisely because he abandoned his faith that he was rejected by the Drowned God, who was like a true god.
In a place filled with such eerie power, it was the most suitable location for Jon to build the Dream World.
Harrenhal was like fertile land that had already been planted several times. As long as Jon cared for it meticulously, dazzling flowers would bloom here.
"Alright, everyone, now is not the time for idle chatter. Release your soul's constraints and experience truly powerful strength!"
Seeing more and more Green Men entering this space, Jon decided to take this opportunity to convert all these people into his system practitioners.
Thus, very quickly, these hundred-plus Green Men of the Isle of Faces directly became Summoners under Jon's command.
In that strategy game, Summoners were powerful beings capable of summoning Undead Warriors. He wondered what kind of powerful beings these Green Men would become after being converted.
"Elemental Summoner?"
"What on earth is this?"
Seeing the description of these Green Men's classes on the system interface, Jon thought to himself with some curiosity.
"Gray!"
Due to limited Soul Energy, Jon only converted some of the Green Men. He wanted to first test what was special about this mysterious Elemental Summoner class.
"Lord Aegon, we can now communicate with the gods as we did in the past, and without any need for prayer. Although we cannot destroy islands or summon floods like in the legends, this should be as powerful as those strange soldiers of yours."
In this eerie space, Gray, feeling that his soul was completely different, spoke these words with some excitement.
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