Title : The King of Chaos (JON-SI)
Summary : Dying and waking up as Jon Snow was not on his wish-list, even more so when he got 5 Chaos Gacha Wheel Turn to help him survive and become the King of Throne. Jon-SI.
Pairing : Jon x Ygritte
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Chapter 1 : What the hell is Chaos Gacha ?
Death was such a strange concept to him.
Jon was a 15-year-old back then, dying to a bus crash that should have carved the little body of that scared 5-year-old girl but instead took his life as he jumped to save her.
Jon was always a 2 goody-shoes – his father was the cynical type, saying that I'd be the death of him.
He proved him right somehow. Fathers are always right they say. He disagreed with the quote. They're right most of the time, especially when it comes to their children's safety, but they can make mistakes, as all fathers did.
They've been boys before men or father after all.
But still, the reality stuck true and he was dead because of his own kindness, but Jon regretted nothing of it and he didn't even feel any pain.
His father, as an Ex-Special Forces – an ODA Team, had been near death multiple times – too many times to count as he'd said, as he beat him and his brother up every day to 'train' them to survive he'd say before regaling them with one of his tails across the seas.
Thanks to his father, he learned how to survive in the wild, how to build everything from scratch and how to defend himself – including marksmanship and learning how to use a knife properly, but he never followed him in his step.
His brother did, and he died a year prior to his, dying in an unfortunate accident when his team got trapped in a ambush, decimated by an AI-powered missile as a drone burned them to crisps.
That's why he never tried to become one himself. All the death and sorrow, it wasn't for him, nor was politics to be honest.
Gods he hated politics.
Instead, he vowed his life to become a firefighter – something his father always respected, as he shifted his training to that purpose, whist still maintaining his boxing training in case he needed it one day, but he was no brawler.
And still, as he woke up in a new body of one named Jon Snow – or Aegon Targaryen for the few of them who knew, names he only heard and saw in actions on the T.V, he knew he was fucked.
Because his next life would be filled with the things he hated the most : Fighting and Politics.
The only thing that prevented him from taking a knife and kill himself right now was that his father taught him to never be a coward no matter the odds, and also because he owed to whomever gave him this second chance to at least try.
Soon enough, as he tried to rise from his comfortable bed, a sort of computer pop-up appeared right in his face as he gasped, jumping backward as his back hit the back of his bed as the cold fabric wood made him hiss.
He looked at the screen with a suspicious yet intrigued expression as he read the text.
[Welcome Jon, I'm sorry to announce you that you died]
"Duh" He muttered with a smile as he tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy before he read the rest
[Crazy, right ? I know, I didn't believe it at first too]
"Who are you ?" He asked with a whisper as he tried to decipher what was happening.
[Who I am is of no importance, nor why or how you're here]
[The important thing is that you're here now, and you should think about what you're going to do]
That sounded just like his father as he chuckled humourlessly to the text. But whoever read that was saying the truth. He died and cannot come back to his previous world it seemed, the only thing he could do is move on to the next adventure.
[Good, seems like your mental state has stabilized]
[Gamer Mind is deactivated and removed from your body]
He felt a rush of emotions invading him as he tried to process his predicament, tears easily pouring out of his eyes.
He tried not to sob but even those strange writings seemed to sense his distress as he let him mourn his own death for a few minutes.
Whatever that thing did to him, it suppressed whatever big reactions he could have done as he felt calmer than usual.
It seemed as if it suppressed the biggest of his distress and only let him cry freely to mourn.
As minutes passed, the pop-up finally reappeared as it began to write again
[Now, to help you in this journey, I do have a few gifts for you]
[Have you ever heard of Chaos Gacha ?]
He shook his head. Whatever this was, he didn't know.
[Chaos Gacha description unloaded]
[Description : The infinite chaos of the endless and infinite multiverse condensed and refined into the form of a Gacha available at your very fingertips! Maybe you will become a shapeshifting fire monarch, or maybe you will be a supreme tinkerer... or a supreme lady killer]
[The possibilities are functionally endless! So go ahead and gamble to your heart's content! The endless, ever-changing multiverse awaits, so gamble with the Nuclear Chaos and see what fate has in store for you!]
Fire Monarch ? Shapeshifter ? Infinite Chaos ?
He could get the gist of it but that was it. What in the world was this –
[To resume, I will present you a wheel that will turn and it will give you a reward]
[The reward will be classified in ranks : from Common to Divine, and only luck will provide you with the best of those abilities, or – in the worst case, the lesser ones]
[Based on your actions in your previous life, you have 5 Chaos Gacha Wheel Turns]
[Do you want to use one of them ?]
[Yes/No?]
"What if I say no ? What will happen ?" He muttered to himself as the pop-up seemed to hear him and respond
[Then I will disappear and you will be let to survive on your own unless you call on me to turn the wheel later]
[To summon me, you can call me in your thoughts or aloud, but make sure to be alone whilst doing so as only you can see me, if you're not afraid to be seen as a crazy lad of course]
He was crazy though – or at least it felt like a fever dream. He felt like he'd wake from this dream in any second but as time passes, he was slowly accepting that he was, in fact, not going to wake up.
"Turn the wheel I guess" He sighed as he hugged one of the wooled cussion around his arms whilst looking at the large wheel feeling his room as he looked at the object with wonder.
There were names he recognized. Like Rasengan from Naruto or Cleave from JJK, or Cooking ?
It was really random, which intrigued him even more.
As he saw the wheel turning wildly, only slowing down after turning a few times around the huge wheel, he cursed as it just missed the Sharingan from one spot to stop on –
[Wheel Result]
[Slip In]
|Common Ability|
Description : You were always a slippery one; you can pass your body through any opening wider than 5 cm in length.
Great. Truly great. Now this was a big prank.
Slip In ? Like, really ? He could feel his body get an elastic aspect as he felt like he could just squeeze himself.
Well at least if he'd ever get kidnapped, he could escape, or maybe he could squeeze away from getting slashed somehow.
Now that he thinks of it, it wasn't as bad as he thought as he tried to find the best of his new ability.
Look in the underneath was one of his father's favourite quotes – one he was sure that he stole from Kakashi Hatake from Naruto anime but not that his father would ever admit that he watched one episode.
Thinking of his brother made him think about how he let him alone in his previous world – both his sons dead and none to take care of him. He hoped that he'd hold on somehow, truly. That man deserved to live, he was the one who taught him everything after all.
Clearing his throat, he clicked on turning another wheel to try and distract himself as the sound of the huge needle spinning made him forget about it all.
As the wheel rang as it finally settled on one, he winced at the description :
[Wheel Result]
[Despair Aura I]
|Common Ability|
Allows you to emit an aura of despair that makes people feel uneasy and weaker targets to feel fear. With practice, it will allow you to emit an aura of death and despair that commands fear, terror, and hopelessness.
Aura of despair ? Does this Chaos Gacha thing read his thoughts and decides to fuck with him or something ?
An aura of death ? Really, him, an aura of death ? What a joke. He was everything but death but sure he guessed, he was death itself now apparently, if he practiced the despair at least.
How can you even train an aura though ?
Nonetheless, a good ability, to give him a few seconds of respite to scare opponents if not to mayb save his arse one day.
Undeterred, he clicked on another wheel as he rang again when it finished to turn. This time he felt hopeful as the text turned a vivid green. Rare, his mind surmised.
[Wheel Result]
[Adept Cooking]
|Rare Skill|
You are great at cooking, at the level of a veteran chef, you can cook most meals with great flavour, there aren't many who would be disappointed with your cooking. You could easily get a job as a private chef.
"Neat" He muttered to himself as knowledge of plates appeared in his mind, clashing with the little he knew from this one and he could imagine himself opening a restaurant to the side whilst living here with new and innovative recipes.
Except, in this world – especially in the North, most of the ingredients needed to produce those recipes including wheat to make break were scarce if non-existent during the winter.
And, as he joked to himself, Winter is coming.
"Alright, give me something good your stupid wheel" He gnarled as he rose from his bed and faced the wheel with a glare.
As it turned, repeatedly, it finally settled on one trait that he'd think would be useful in his survival. But his hope was crushed when no colour appeared only to have his curiosity peaked at the content.
[Wheel Result]
[Ambidextrous]
|Common Trait|
You are perfectly ambidextrous. You can use both of your arms and hands as if they were both dominant hands. The same applies to all your limbs, perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
"Now we're talking, stupid wheel" He smiled stupidly as he felt his skin tingle, feeling his hands coordinates perfectly in synch, and his legs too. In fact, he felt like all his movements improved as he could now juggle with a lot more precision and liberty.
Truly, a gem.
He looked at the text with a renewed determination.
[You have 1 Chaos Gacha Wheel Turns Left]
[Do you want to use it ?]
[Yes/No?]
Sighing, he looked up with his hands tied as he prayed to whoever was up there that he'd get something to truly help.
He needed something, like a Dragon pet or a Rinnegan or even an ability to launch fireballs ?
Even Rasengan felt like a blessing right now.
As he took a deep breath, he clicked on 'Yes' as the wheel turned.
He never felt like this ever before, as time slowed down and the wheel started to slow, passing a few abilities that would've make him a God here, like Divine Blade Weapon Mastery or the Six Eyes as he closed his eyes in prayer.
As it finally landed, the rang of the wheel stopping as he slowly opened one eyes after the other and his heart leapt in joy to see a Blue text appear.
[Wheel Result]
[Sun breathing]
|Elite Skill|
Demon Slayer - Sun Breathing is a specialized swordsmanship style and breathing technique created by the legendary swordsman Yoriichi Tsugikuni that mimics the sun and replicates it with the user's movements, techniques, and abilities. All techniques and forms are extremely varied and have no set pattern, making them the most versatile and effective against enemies. With magical power, solar flames that are effective against unholy can be manifested.
Note : If not unlocked prior, you will gain the Novice Total Concentration Breathing bonus to be able to use the different forms.
"Demon Slayer" He marvelled as he felt the 13 different forms appear in his brain as he felt elated to see that he had, in fact, something to help now.
He had a Fire attack that will complete the sword techniques the previous owner of this body got, and he'd even get another reward to complement it –
True to his word, the pop-up reappeared again with an additional reward –
[Wheel Turn (Additional Bonus)]
[Novice Total Concentration Breathing]
|Uncommon Skill|
Demon Slayer - You are a novice of the Total Concentration Breathing technique, a specialized breathing technique that allows you to increase the concentration of oxygen in your blood and activate your muscles better, giving you a superhuman physique as long as you maintain the breathing. As a novice, you only have the know-how to perform the very basics of the technique. But it can be improved with practice to allow you to forcefully close wounds, expel poison, and speed up your recovery.
Legendary, truly legendary. There was no coloured text, but it could be trained to a point that it will give him superhuman strength.
As he focused, taking a deep breath, he could feel his muscle tighten and a vain pop on his head as he smiled.
"Truly legendary indeed" He said as he looked at the screen again.
This thing, whatever it was, probably saved his new life. He felt nostalgic already to see it disappear as he couldn't thank enough whomever give him those rewards
[You have 0 Chaos Gacha Wheel Turns Left]
[Alert Achievement : You gained an additional bonus reward]
[Achievement Reward : 1 Chaos Gacha Wheel Turns Left]
[Do you want to use it ?]
[Yes/No?]
"You are the best man" He almost teared one for the homie who just gifted him with another last reward as if he sensed his despair to try and stay alive this time around.
He clicked on 'Yes' fast, like a true addict would.
As it, again, avoided the important powers like freaking Ultron, he screamed in joy – uncaring on someone hearing him as it landed on the golden text.
All that, only for it to land on something that made his cheeks redden in anger and embarrassment as he sputtered in indignation.
[Wheel Result]
[Master Kama Sutra]
|Legendary Skill|
You are a true master of lovemaking and passion, no mortal man can match your mastery over the carnal arts, and the bodies of your partners may as well be putty in your hands, even gods would be rendered to helpless messes with your lovemaking skills.
"So, you called me fat with that Slip in, despaired with that stupid aura, unable to cook to save his life with that skill and now you're telling me I'm bitchless and unexperienced ?" He sputtered as he saw the text disappear as he raged to himself.
Well, it was true, he was – in fact, bitchless. Both Jon had been bitchless, and when the information on how to please anyone with his body appeared, he felt his cheeks redden as millions of examples in images appeared in his mind as he tried to shake them off his head, but they were still welcomed.
"I need to test it out" He said to himself as he cleared his throat "Like every other ability I've gained of course. Ahem, they're all vital for my…survival" as if trying to convince the walls that he was still as pure as he said himself to be.
Sighing to himself, he saw the pop-up appear again as he read the content fervently.
[You have 0 Chaos Gacha Wheel Turns Left]
[Now that all your rewards are settled, the pop-ups will disappear from your life]
[The only time you will see those are when you level up one of your skills that can still be levelled or when you die]
[Good luck, Jon Snow]
As he protested, trying to make it return by shouting a few words like "Gacha!" or "Wheel!", he abandoned as the door opened in hurry.
"Jon ? Are you alright ?" The voice of the small 9-year-old Arya came out as he looked down at his little sister – cousin, with a wince.
"I'm alright, just a nightmare" He lied through his teeth as she seemed not to believe him but let it go as she closed the door to go and continue her preparations to prank someone – probably Sansa or Br –
"Bran" He muttered with a realization as his mind tried to rack on remembering which day this was.
Yesterday, Sansa and Arya got in trouble for attacking the prince, which wasn't true, and Araya's friend had been killed by that savage – the Hound.
Which means today was the day he'd –
"Climb the wall" He muttered to himself before he took his sword from the side of the door before rushing at full speed out of here.
He rushed out, shouldering a shouting soldier from those stupid Lannisters, even Arya as she asked where he was going, Robb shouting after him as he exited from the door in a dash.
He used his Concentration Breathing to the max as he zeroed to where the Jon – previous owner of this body, remembered where the tower was, ignoring all curtesy as he dashed past a curious Tyrion and then a glaring Catelyn – not aware that he was trying to protect one of her dearest, feeling the presence of Ghost running alongside him as if sensing the danger, as they finally zeroed on the Tower's position.
Damn, that castle was tenfold the size from the one in the series. Since it was the largest castle aside from King's Landing, he could understand but still. The series did it no justice, truly.
As he saw the small figure of Bran climbing upward, almost near the damn window, he could faintly hear flesh meeting flesh with grunts of debauchery as if his Kamasutra skill detected it – their movement way too rash to be anywhere near pleasurable as he could hear a female voice – probably Cersei, wince.
"BRAN !" He shouted as loud as he could, ignoring the shouts of alarms as he could hear them try to rose from their positions, but he ignored it all as Bran's eyes widened, looking down from his position at him "For the love of gods, please climb down, it's too dangerous"
It seemed as if Bran was going to refuse, as Jon was the first to encourage him to climb anywhere he wanted, but the same fact made him falter as he looked at the pleading look in his half-brother's – that he considered like his full brother, eyes "Please, go down here, I beg you"
"Okay" He resigned. That sealed it for him. Carefully, he climbed down as he compelled to his brother's order, as Jon sighed a relief he didn't think he was holding.
He felt a presence looking up at him, seeing the appreciative glare from Jaime Lannister, he nodded back – promising his silence for whatever happened there in exchange for a debt, not that he could claim he saw anything else from a very nude Jaime in a abandoned tower because Cersei was hiding but he could claim that he knew with speculations and twisting facts.
Not that he'd do that. Again, he hated politics and wanted nothing of it, but he'd use this debt later for sure, to try and save Ned his father – uncle, from the Lannister's grip somehow if he could.
He turned his face to see Catelyn looking at him, their eyes met as her cold gaze bored into his only to soften as she turned to her boy as she berated him and punished him for climbing a wall again, taking her son from the ear as she forced him to walk back to their house, ready to lock him in there for the rest of the visit from the King.
His gazed returned to the window, only to see none as he hoped he made the right choice to save Bran.
Of course it was the right choice. Helping a kid was always the right choice, he berated himself.
Jon – even in his previous life, had struggled with his moral. Wanting power but refraining himself from taking it had been his daily life struggle, something that he had apparently in common with the Jon Snow in the books but not the one in the series.
The one in the series had no such struggles, only choosing honour over all, even when he was declared the true Heir of the Iron Throne, but he hated that Jon Snow.
He always needed help, in the end, even in the Battle of the Bastards, it was Sansa and the soldiers from the Vale that saved them. Jon didn't want to end up like him, forced to kill a Mad Queen that tea red thousands if not millions of people in King's Landing to take the Throne for herself.
A mad Queen killing another mad Queen to take the Throne.
Overall, this Jon Snow accepted to be ruled by Daenerys because he loved her – even though she was wrong. He was a SIMP that killed his girl because he knew there was no return for her mental state – only to end up in the Night's Watch for the rest of his life.
Just like that, the Targaryen line had been destroyed.
Not that it was that glorious in his mind. A bunch of incest-spawn idiots with dragons and egos bigger than their power, at least most of them were like this.
He wouldn't make the same mistake for various reasons. One being she's his biological aunt and he's ain't into that.
Second, like a wise man said, do not put your dick into crazy, and crazy she was.
Truly, the only sane Targaryen were the black-haired ones, like Jon or Prince Baelor – well except from Jon the incest guy it seemed.
What a fucking disappointing ending. But the George R R. Martin never wrote past his 5th book and there was still 2 of them needed to be finished so the only ending he'd get was the one in the series, and the one he'd carve for himself now.
Also, the fact that he looked just like the Kit Harrington in the series – as all the other characters looked like their actor-selves, made him 100% sure that this would end up like the series if he did not change the events.
The only thing that changed from the series was the size of the Winterfell Castle who seemed way bigger than in the series like he mentioned before as he truly looked around him again.
Anyway, he walked back to the main court, taking a few steps before starting to tremble as he gasped.
He stared at his hands, tremoring as he felt the tiring sensation of overusing his Breath ConcentrationTechnique.
He remembered that vaguely happening to Tanjiro – the main character from Demon Slayer, as he tried to use that same technique.
But then – an epiphany filled his mind as he remembered one detail from the Demon Slayer show.
Sun breathing was the father of all type of breathing – which means –
"I could technically use all of them" He breathed out as his smile turned to elation as he counted some he remembered.
Wind breathing
Thunder breathing
Water Breathing
Water Breathing
Insect Breathing
Poison Breathing
Moon Breathing
And – Love Breathing, which was ironically funny with his last reward.
"Alright" He cracked his neck as he walked back to the court with a smile "Time to work I guess"
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