[System Notification: After the agent Lancel was confirmed to be acting under your orders, he killed the Usurper Robert Baratheon.
The heavens bear witness: the old rebel has finally met the end he deserved. The disloyal Stag died by a boar.
Rejoice across the entire server! Every player will receive five Black Iron Treasure Chests, one Bronze Treasure Chest, and eighty Kingdom Coins as rewards.
Players [Iron-Pumping Superman] and [Moon-Fang] have earned the special title: Kingslayer. Any player holding this title will receive massive boosts to Strength, Constitution, and Stamina when facing any false king not recognized by House Targaryen.
Players [Iron-Pumping Superman] and [Moon-Fang] will each receive one Golden Treasure Chest, five Silver Treasure Chests, ten Bronze Treasure Chests, twenty-five Black Iron Treasure Chests, and four thousand Kingdom Coins apiece…]
Iron-Pumping Superman and Moon-Fang locked eyes the second the notification hit. Pure, greedy joy flashed between them.
At the same time, across the Narrow Sea in the former Sealord's Palace in Braavos, Viserys's head was ringing like a damn slot machine:
[System Notification: Host, your players have slain the Usurper Robert Baratheon. The Usurper is dead. You are now the sole legitimate king of the Seven Kingdoms. The day has come to cross the Narrow Sea, return home, and crush the rebel lords.
Your rewards are as follows: four Golden Treasure Chests, ten Silver Treasure Chests, twenty Bronze Treasure Chests… one replicated Dragon Egg of the Black Dread Balerion, the special physique Dragonfriend, ten full sets of Valyrian steel plate armor complete with swords…]
Holy shit! My player gods actually took out that fat bastard Robert!
Viserys had been hunched over his desk grinding through reports on every cultist and priest in Braavos plus how to lock down the Iron Bank. Then bam—this flood of notifications. Balerion the Black Dread? Dragonfriend physique? If his heart wasn't already Targaryen-grade, he might've straight-up dropped dead from excitement.
Everything else could wait. Right now his brain was locked on one thing: that replicated Black Dread egg.
According to the little fire creature, once the dragon hatched it would hit peak Balerion size in record time and keep growing until the day it died. The biggest dragon in the original story. Mouth big enough to swallow a whole cow—or a mammoth. Teeth like swords. Wings that could blot out a town. Black fire hot enough to melt stone, steel, even turn sand to glass. Harrenhal? That was this monster's handiwork. And the Iron Throne itself was forged from a thousand melted enemy swords under its flame.
Viserys could already picture himself riding that beast. One dragon versus an entire trained army—poof, gone. No castle on earth could stand against that black fire. Every "impregnable" fortress in the world would just be kindling.
Once the rush faded, he zeroed in on the Dragonfriend physique. The little fire creature wouldn't shut up about it: dragons would trust him way more than any other Targaryen. Basically, he could ride damn near any dragon he wanted.
Hell yeah. That's a god-tier trait, right up there with fire immunity.
The Valyrian steel armor and swords? He'd just hand those out to his White Cloaks. At this point he'd gifted so much Valyrian gear that it felt like it was on clearance in the Seven Kingdoms. "One Valyrian sword per household" vibes.
He waved a hand and started cracking open the chests. No point hoarding when the real prize was the egg.
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[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a Valyrian steel longsword…] One Silver Chest popped open with a dramatic flourish.
Viserys rolled his eyes at the little fire creature doing its auctioneer bit. "Yeah, yeah, Valyrian steel—big whoop. You just proved my point about it being everywhere."
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained sixty adult mammoths from the long-haired elephant herds of the far North beyond the Wall or from Ibben. They are fully tamed.]
Mammoths? Viserys immediately pictured the giants riding them in the books—total badass scene. Sixty war mammoths could give him a real elephant corps. But… these things were built for freezing cold. Drop them in Essos and they'd probably cook themselves before the first battle.
He shook his head. Meh, keep 'em in storage. Pull them out later when they retake the North. Give the wildlings and the Night King's dead army a nasty surprise.
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained twenty-five adult wyverns from the skies of Sothoryos. They are known as the Tyrants of the Southern Skies—extremely vicious and considered distant kin to dragons. Fully tamed.]
Whoa. Actual wyverns. Viserys stared at the little fire creature holding up the model and immediately flashed on those giant blue birds from Avatar. Players would lose their minds over these. He'd stash one for himself as a personal pet and dump the rest in the player shop. Let the "leeks" fight over them.
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained eight adult fire wyrms—also called dragon-worms—once native to the Fourteen Flames. They resemble dragons but lack wings and cannot fly. Instead they burrow through rock and soil. Like true dragons they breathe fire and grow to enormous size with age. They normally hate humans, but these have been tamed. You now command a squad of fire-wyrm riders.]
Viserys blinked at the "dragon" model in the creature's hands. It was literally just a giant worm. Kinda ugly, sure, but still a fire-breathing tank that could tunnel and fight. Sellable and useful. He just felt like the system was straight-up turning him into some tribal beast lord.
"Bro, come on," he muttered out loud, "I'm the legit True Dragon Emperor, not some backwater southern barbarian. You trying to make me switch careers to zookeeper or what?"
He kept cracking chests anyway—loot was loot.
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained forty more adult war mammoths…]
Viserys just stared at the growing pile of beast tokens. "Great. More elephants. At this rate I really am the Great Beast King now too."