[Pirate King System Bound to Host: Euron Greyjoy]
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[Consuming a certain amount of points grants Free Attribute Points. 100/200/400/800/1600/3000...]
[Remaining Free Attribute Points: 4.]
[1400/1600 Points Consumed. Remaining Points: 30]
Basic Rewards: Digitized Character Panel (Standard Westerosi Adult Male Value in Parentheses)
Strength: 6 (10)
Agility: 9 (10)
Stamina: 10 (10)
Spirit: 16 (10)
Command: 13 (10)
Charm: 14 (10)
Luck: C (A-F, F is extremely poor, A is excellent — Special Attribute, highly variable)
Bloodline: Grey King Bloodline
1. Ocean Perception Extension: Consciousness spreads like a jellyfish, sensing subtle currents, fish movements, and large creatures within miles without sight. Especially strong in storms, reading the anger and rhythm of waves.
2. Beast Awe: Large marine creatures instinctively feel awe or curiosity, not aggression. Potential to command legendary sea beasts.
3. Deep Sea Body: Strength and endurance significantly boosted underwater; swimming speed rivals the fastest dolphins. High resistance to pressure and cold, diving deep while maintaining core temperature and mobility.
4. Bloodline Majesty: Inspires awe and obedience in Ironborn believers of the Drowned God.
5. Unknown.
6. Unknown...
Talents:
Archaeologist
Fish-Man Breath
System Activation Reward:
Conqueror's Haki Lv.1: Passive, uncontrollable. Unconsciously releases mental intimidation/clears weaklings during intense emotional fluctuations (rage, fear, life crisis). Upgrade to Lv.2: 1000 Points.
Skills:
Basic Navigation
Fish-Man Karate (Beginner)
Shipbuilding
Cooking Arts
Meteorology
Rokushiki - Kami-e (Paper Art)
Items/Weapons:
Vivre Card (Sub-Card x1)
Mount: Farul (Juvenile)
Weapon: Soul Solid (Cold Spirit)
Dance Powder
Sea Prism Stone
Over two years, through relentless effort and exercise, his Strength rose from 4 to 6 (limited by age). Agility rose from 6 to 9, nearing adult levels. Stamina rose from 4 to 7, then gained +3 from awakening the Grey King Bloodline. Spirit was anomalously high at 12 due to soul fusion or reincarnation, gaining +4 after the bloodline awakening, reaching 16. As his power and manpower grew, Command rose from 8 to 13. Charm jumped from 9 to 14, thanks largely to the propaganda of the Drowned Priests.
Euron saved his 4 Free Attribute Points. His body was still growing; physical stats would increase naturally with exercise and age.
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Dusk before the long voyage. Euron held a small gift-giving ceremony in the hall of Pyke. The air smelled of sea salt and roast meat; torches cast flickering shadows. Only those closest to Euron were present. He didn't want any Iron Islands nobles to know about his journey across the Narrow Sea; even if it couldn't be kept secret forever, there was no need for fanfare.
Euron first approached his father, the Iron King. With a simple gesture, Dagmer and Lysa brought up an object covered in thick velvet. When unveiled, a suppressed gasp went through the room. It was not an ordinary map, but an incredibly precise Sandbox of the Iron Islands occupying the entire table.
Every island was accurately replicated with native rock. The curve of cliffs, the depth of bays, even underwater reefs known only to old fishermen were marked precisely with dyed sand and stone. This was not just a map, but a strategic treasure condensing generations of navigational wisdom and countless personal surveys—a sense of control shrinking the kingdom to a square inch. Naturally, the map function from the Pirate King System played a huge part; otherwise, such precision was impossible.
The King watched silently, rough fingers slowly tracing the coastline of Old Wyk, a glint of imperceptible approval and solemnity in his eyes.
Next, he turned to his mother. An ebony box inlaid with mother-of-pearl was opened. Instantly, the brilliance inside almost outshone the firelight.
It was a Tiara from Qarth. The craftsmanship was transcendent. The warmth of amber, depth of agate, coolness of jadeite, and clarity of jade were perfectly set in a mithril base, weaving a luxurious, exotic glow.
Euron bowed slightly, a teasing smile on his lips. "They say Westeros has an Iron Throne. Perhaps the Iron Islands should have an 'Iron Queen'?" His mother was stunned, fingers lightly touching the cold, expensive gems, speechless. Only a complex light rippled in her eyes. Nine and a half out of ten women loved these gorgeous, useless, shiny things.
For his young brothers, the gifts were particularly thoughtful. For the third brother (Victarion), a model longship he carved, assembled, and painted himself. The rigging, shields, and even the ferocious figurehead were detailed enough to make any boy love it. For the toddler (Aeron), a perfectly smooth small wooden sword that wouldn't hurt his hands, and a bracelet of blood-red coral beads from the deep sea, contrasting sharply with his chubby wrist.
He didn't forget Uncle Baelor. He presented a simple-looking dagger with an undecorated sheath. But when Baelor drew it doubtfully, the dark, rippled blade flowed with unique luster in the firelight. The specific weight and cold touch made him hold his breath—Valyrian Steel!
This seemingly unassuming but priceless gift made the old warrior's hands tremble slightly.
Finally, he paced to his brother Balon, wearing a feigned look of distress that made Balon's teeth itch, spreading his empty hands.
"Sigh, my dear brother, future Iron King," Euron sighed, voice full of fake regret. "I really racked my brains for your gift. The best spoils from the Drinker aren't worthy of your martial prowess; the sharpest swords aren't half as sharp as your temper. I thought and thought..."
He paused deliberately, enjoying Balon's deepening frown and flaring nostrils.
"...and finally found this unique treasure!" Euron suddenly pulled something from behind his back and solemnly stuffed it into Balon's hand.
It wasn't a divine weapon or gold and jewels, but a palm-sized Little Wooden Boat, crookedly carved from rough wood! It wasn't even sanded smooth, had splinters, a crooked mast, and looked like a clumsy handicraft made by a child.
Balon froze, looking down at the incredibly shabby thing in his hand. His cheek muscles began to twitch from extreme humiliation and anger. The air around them almost solidified; everyone held their breath.
"You... you bastard!" Balon's face turned purple. He was about to smash the wooden boat on the ground.
"Key!" Just a second before Balon exploded, Euron quickly added the second half of the sentence, simultaneously throwing a heavy, rusty iron key onto the pathetic little wooden boat with a clang. "A model with a key, symbolizing you will control a real giant ship."
Balon held his hand up, neither smashing nor not smashing, confused.
Euron laughed loudly, patting his shoulder, pointing to the moonlit, glittering bay outside the window. "See that newly launched, biggest, fully equipped warship in the keel bay? Yes, that 'Big Guy' you've peeked at several times. From today, it's yours. After all, when I go to sea, there needs to be a decent fellow watching the waters at home. In case thieves come, I don't want you chasing them rowing this little wooden boat."
"Like the joke, brother? Hahaha!"
Balon's expression went from rage to shock, then to massive ecstasy. The violent change made his face look comical. He grabbed the rusty key, almost crushing it, voice out of tune with excitement. "That... the Kraken's Fury?! You... you mean it?!"
"Terrible name, but whatever you like." Euron curled his lip in disdain. "It's yours. You better change its name to something that makes enemies cry, not laugh to death."
Balon's ecstasy was instantly replaced by naming ambition. Wild light burned in his eyes. He pondered for less than a heartbeat, then roared with all his might: "The Great Kraken! I will make every coward who hears this name wet their pants before the battle!"