The three-eyed raven flapped its wings and flew away.
It left no further words.
But from its movements, Lynn could sense its satisfaction.
The room—silent once more.
Lynn slowly exhaled, tense muscles finally relaxing.
He'd won. Probably.
In this game against a millennia-old ancient will, he'd gained the upper hand.
But Lynn felt no relief.
He knew—this was just the beginning.
A dangerous beginning of conspiring with tigers, dancing with gods.
"Whimper..."
Winter's three little heads approached, using still-mucus-coated snouts to gently nuzzle his hand, transmitting waves of dependence and comfort.
Lynn looked down at this strange yet intimately close little creature at his feet. The wariness and chill in his heart finally receded slightly.
Just then—
A vast will—as if from ancient primordial times—surged into his mind without warning!
Lynn's body stiffened violently.
It's here!
The Three-Eyed Raven's inheritance.
The cold system notification sounded.
[Detecting external mental energy invasion!]
[Analyzing energy composition... Analysis complete. Identified as "Greensight" inheritance.]
The originally complex, incomprehensible greensight was directly parsed and mastered by the system.
Lynn felt a sharp pain in his mind.
Immediately after, a series of new notifications appeared.
[Absorption complete.]
[New skill unlocked: Greensight (Beginner)]
[New skill unlocked: Skinchanger (Beginner)]
[New attribute panel opened.]
Lynn's heart pounded violently. He immediately opened the system.
An attribute he'd never seen appeared at the bottom of his personal panel.
[Spirit: 25]
This number—absurdly high.
He remembered his other basic attributes were only single digits before allocation.
Initially just a pitiful 5 points, and extremely difficult to improve.
[Description: Spirit represents the soul's strength and resilience. As a visitor not belonging to this world, your soul essence far exceeds mortals, possessing extremely high resistance to all mental erosion and enchantment.]
So that's it.
No wonder he endured so long under the Night King's erosion.
This was his greatest trump card.
A transmigrator's most fundamental advantage.
Lynn suppressed the turmoil within, focusing attention on those two new skills.
He closed his eyes, attempting to activate "Greensight."
The entire world instantly blurred in his perception—countless lights, shadows, and sounds weaving into chaos.
He concentrated, trying to trace back to moments ago—when Maester Aemon sacrificed himself.
This was his own memory. The anchor was clear.
WHOOOM—
A roar sounded in his ears.
Fragmented images flashed before his eyes.
Crimson furnace. Roaring flames. Maester Aemon's calm yet resolute face. That mournful incantation chanted in Old Valyrian.
Finally—that white light devouring everything.
"Hah..."
Lynn's eyes snapped open, forehead already covered in fine cold sweat.
Just seconds of tracing back left him dizzy.
This ability consumes enormously.
Lynn thought of the show—the Three-Eyed Raven casually taking Bran through time and space.
A trace of wariness rose silently in his heart.
This Three-Eyed Raven—far from as weak as imagined!
Even as allies now, he can't let his guard down.
Its spirit likely far exceeds his own.
Only—the Three-Eyed Raven knew the Night King's erosion attempt not only failed but backfired. That's why it didn't rashly probe.
It didn't know Lynn had already used the system's protection protocol...
A fortunate accident.
Lynn turned his gaze to Winter at his feet.
"Skinchanger."
Lynn silently recited.
He attempted to extend his consciousness toward those three little heads.
A wondrous connection instantly established.
He sensed three distinctly different emotions.
The middle amber-eyed head—full of curiosity and affection toward him.
The left glacial-blue-eyed head—full of wariness and rigidity, like a dutiful guard.
The right blood-red-eyed head—only purest violence and hunger, like flames ready to explode.
Lynn carefully merged his consciousness into the middle head.
Pick the low-hanging fruit...
The next second, Lynn's vision violently shifted!
He saw himself.
A tall man leaning against the bed frame.
He could smell poppy milk in the air, feel warm blood flowing beneath scales.
This sensation—novel and strange.
He tried lifting a forepaw.
That head tilted, seemingly confused, not following his command.
Lynn withdrew from its consciousness, feeling mild headache.
Controlling a three-souled dragon—far more complex than imagined.
Lynn turned his gaze to Nymeria, napping in the room's corner.
He activated "Skinchanger" ability again.
This time—no resistance.
His consciousness instantly sank into a warm, pure world.
In the air, countless scents amplified a thousandfold.
Wood's fragrance. Dust's fishy smell. Faint stench from a mouse in the snow outside the window.
He could clearly hear powerful heartbeats, feel cold texture from floorboards beneath paws.
Lynn controlled this "new" body, standing up.
It paced elegantly around the room, then lay back down.
He could feel Nymeria's affection toward him.
Lynn withdrew consciousness, heart filled with overwhelming shock.
Control. This is true control.
Next morning.
Torren hurriedly knocked on his door, face showing strange expression.
"My lord, beyond the Wall... there's something."
Lynn came to the ramparts.
On the vast snowfield, a lone figure stood quietly.
A wight.
Wearing tattered Night's Watch blacks, motionless—like an ice sculpture.
At its feet lay a long object wrapped in black cloth.
The Greenseer's delivered "sincerity."
Rangers used winches to hoist the package up.
The moment the package crossed the Wall's top, the wight on the snowfield collapsed—becoming a pile of cold, withered bones.
Lynn stepped forward, personally unwrapping the package.
A slender Valyrian steel sword and a snow-white weirwood longbow lay quietly on black cloth.
Dark Sister.
The blade—long and narrow, gleaming with Valyrian steel's unique dark ripples in morning light.
The hilt—carved from black jade into a fierce dragon head.
Lynn gripped the hilt.
A cold, sharp aura spread along his arm.
He slowly drew the sword from its scabbard.
RING—
A clear sword song—as if crossing millennia—echoed in the air.
Lynn returned to Aemon's room, closing the door.
He slowly unfolded the Westeros map on the table.
His gaze traveled past the North, past the Riverlands, finally landing on the city representing the power center.
King's Landing.
A bold—nearly insane—idea formed in his mind.
He'd test what his 25 Spirit combined with "Skinchanger" ability could truly achieve.
He'd invade someone's vision.
Someone thousands of miles away.
Someone he knew best.
Lynn's eyes rolled back white.
He condensed his vast mental power into an invisible needle.
Thrust viciously toward King's Landing on the map!
WHOOOM—
The entire world—in his perception—instantly became a turbulent river of light, shadow, and sound.
His consciousness seemed to leave his body, crossing mountains and rivers at incomprehensible speed.
This sensation—like his soul forcibly torn from his body, speeding through spacetime's chaotic currents.
After an unknown time—
That dizzying sensation finally stopped.
He suddenly opened "his eyes."
What met his gaze—gorgeous silk ceiling and a lavishly decorated luxurious bedroom.
In the air—rich scent mixing spices and feminine fragrance.
A lazy, seductive voice came from beside him.
"Jaime, my dear brother, what are you daydreaming about?"
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