Thaddues had many ways to find answers.
If he truly wanted to, he could already know everything. With his mastery over the mind arts, slipping into someone's thoughts was effortless. Memories, knowledge, even hidden truths—he could gather them all within minutes, things that would normally take years to uncover.
But he held back.
Right now, the problem wasn't his ability—it was the uncertainty.
He didn't know what era he had arrived in.
Using magic carelessly in an unfamiliar world was a mistake he refused to make. What if this was a time where magic was feared in Westeros? What if the church hunted those who used it? Worse, what if there were forces that would notice him the moment he used something beyond what this world considered normal?
Trouble, in a world like this, wouldn't come slowly—it would come all at once.
There was also something else he disliked.
Being seen.
During the voyage, people had already begun to misunderstand him. They whispered, exaggerated, and turned what they didn't understand into something divine. He had even been compared to the Drowned God.
The thought still felt ridiculous.
A god?
Did the Drowned God even know how to summon fire like he did?
Humans in this world were strange. Give them something they couldn't explain, and they would either fear it—or worship it.
He wanted neither.
Magic, to him, was just a tool. A powerful one, yes, but still a tool. And using it on people was not something he took lightly. His understanding of magic had already shown him something important—every action had a cause and effect.
Nothing came without consequence.
If he used his magic recklessly, he could easily end up being labeled as something dangerous. An evil wizard. A threat. Something that needed to be eliminated.
That was not the life he wanted.
If anything, he would rather use his magic against those who deserved it—people who caused harm, not ordinary individuals who simply happened to cross his path.
At his core, his desires were simple.
He wanted a comfortable life.
A life where he could spend freely, without worrying about survival. A life filled with ease—something he had never truly experienced before.
And beyond that…
He wanted to become the most powerful in the field of magic—not merely the strongest among wizards or magic wielders of this world, but powerful enough that even death itself could not bind him.
Still, even with everything he had achieved so far, he was not arrogant enough to think he was untouchable. This world had its own mysteries, its own gods, its own unknowns.
If he revealed too much too early, he might attract something he couldn't yet handle.
That alone was enough reason to stay cautious.
Asking someone wasn't a good option either. The moment he inquired about the current ruler of the realm, it would raise suspicion. He might not be labeled an evil wizard, but he could easily be seen as a spy.
Thaddues made his way to the nearest inn at the port.
It was easy to find—the largest one in the area, filled with noise and activity. The first floor functioned as a tavern, crowded with travelers, merchants, and locals enjoying food and drink.
Without hesitation, he rented a room, his robe following in theatrics.
He placed a gold galleon on the counter.
The innkeeper's eyes widened slightly. It wasn't a golden Dragon, but he recognized its value. "That's… too much for a room, my lord." he address in a good manner, after all only nobles can have this much money.
Thaddues didn't bother taking it back.
"Then include a carriage, my food while I'm staying here. " he said calmly. "And hire a horseman. Someone familiar with Dorne."
The innkeeper quickly nodded. "Of course."
With that settled, Thaddues headed to the first floor and took a seat.
He ordered dinner, a flatbread and grilled meat—with a spicy hot sauce. He ate it with relish, feeling the numbness of tongue due to the spiciness of the food. While his eyes and ears are observing the surroundings.
The tavern was loud—filled with laughter, arguments, and drunken conversations overlapping each other. Most of it was useless. Random stories, complaints, exaggerations.
But he was patient.
And eventually, it paid off.
A drunk man suddenly stood up, raising his voice above the noise.
"A hundred and three years!" he shouted. "The Targaryens held the realm like gods! Looking down on us like ants!"
The words cut through the chaos.
Another man immediately snapped back. "You pig! If you don't cherish your life, don't include me in your nonsense!"
Laughter followed.
To everyone else, it was just another drunken outburst.
But to Thaddues, it was exactly what he needed.
103 After Aegons Conquest.
He finally had his answer.
At least twenty-seven years before the Dance of the Dragons. The realm was still stable, not yet torn apart by civil war. The Targaryens were still firmly in power, their dominance largely unchallenged.
And far—very far—from the time of Daenerys and everything that came after.
That realization brought him relief.
Time.
He had time.
A century, possibly more.
Enough for him to grow stronger, to refine his abilities, to explore different branches of magic without pressure. If he used that time properly, there was no doubt he could reach a level where even the so-called gods of this world wouldn't be beyond him.
For the first time since arriving in this land, he felt at ease.
With that small sense of satisfaction, he made a simple decision.
"I'll cover everyone's food and drinks tonight." he said and tossed a gold galleon in the table. He focused on his food and found it more appetizing.
The tavern fell silent for a moment—then erupted into cheers.
The mood instantly shifted. Laughter grew louder, mugs were raised, and people celebrated without questioning his motives.
But not everyone ignored it.
Among the crowd, a few nobles noticed.
At a table not far away sat a young woman, her presence calm yet commanding despite her simple disguise. Beside her was her sister.
"Who paid for our meal?" she asked.
"The owner said it was a wealthy merchant," her companion replied. "He looks young."
"Indeed, your grace."
The princess lifted her goblet and took a slow sip.
"Take care of that drunk man," she said quietly. "Rumors like that could reach King's Landing. We can't afford to offend the dragons."
"Yes, your grace."
Later that night, after a few cups of Dornish wine, Thaddues returned to his room. Given the price he had paid, it was spacious and came with its own washing area.
He made small alterations to the room with transfiguration, including the washing area, adjusting everything just enough to suit his taste without overdoing it.
Once finished, he took a bath and settled into the tub, letting himself sink into the water as he began planning for the long term.
Even with his power, he had no interest in fighting battles he couldn't win, nor in involving himself in politics. If possible, he would avoid anything tied to the crown or the Targaryens entirely. Wars, power struggles, politics—they held no appeal to him.
Unlike in Harry Potter, there were no powerful wizards or a ministry he needed to fear. That alone made his goal seem achievable—a peaceful, leisurely life.
As for the gods of this world… as long as they didn't interfere with him, he had no intention of provoking them either.
Dorne, in particular, was the perfect place to start.
At this point in time, it remained an independent kingdom—not yet under the rule of the Targaryens. It offered freedom, distance, and opportunity.
He could build his life here.
Still, he wasn't completely detached.
If chaos ever spread across Westeros, he wouldn't mind intervening—but only when necessary.
Just as his thoughts settled, something appeared in his vision.
It was the system.
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[Congratulations to the host for obtaing the requirements for System Upgrade.]
[NOTE: Once in upgrading status, no rewards will be claim as part of the upgrade process.]
[Upgrade the system now? ]
[Yes] or [No]
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Thaddues blinked.
An upgrade?
Yes, system the system do updates that he himself need to check for him to know. But it was the first it will do an upgrade. As for sign in rewards. He didn't mind it. He had received so much from the system from the past three months, waiting for it the upgrade to complete is bearable.
He clicked yes.
After that the system window turned black before it changed into a progress percentage status.
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[Upgrade Progress: 0.1%]
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Seeing it he was now excited to know what's next to come after his system upgraded.
TBC
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