Chapter 6: Chapter 5: The World Changes
Magic has a way of simplifying life, doesn't it? No, scratch that—magic always makes life easier.
Take my latest venture, for example. The stony shores that once surrounded Lind, stretching inward, are no longer barren. Now, they're lush and fertile, practically bursting with life. Suspicious? Maybe. But who's going to connect this miracle to me? Everyone is calling it the blessings of the Old Gods, a divine reprieve after years of harsh conditions. And let's face it, the southern lords don't care enough about the North to question it. To them, we're just a cold, irrelevant backwater.
I've been busy in other ways too. One of our coal mines? It's now a diamond mine, courtesy of a bit of transfiguration. As for the remaining coal mine, I've made it more abundant to keep things balanced. To top it off, I've "discovered" two gold mines conveniently close to my castle. Of course, none of this would make sense without manpower, so I've been spreading the word across other lords' territories that I'm hiring miners with good pay. Sure, they're not thrilled about me luring away their peasants, but what can they do? Complain to Lord Stark? Let them. I'll deal with that when it comes.
Meanwhile, I've armed every man in my territory with weapons and plan to provide armor as soon as I can justify the wealth I'll need to produce it. Women have been given weapons too, though armor is out of the question for now—it's simply not common here for women to fight. For those women who do want to join my forces, they'll have to apply. As for the army itself, let me clarify something: this isn't your traditional fighting force. My people are, after all, essentially immortal superhumans who don't even need to eat or sleep unless they feel like it. They're not leaving their homes en masse to march to war. I've just armed them under the guise of protecting themselves from Ironborn raids, which are a constant threat. If they happen to be ridiculously good at killing, well, that's not my fault, is it?
I've also laid down a strict rule: no one is allowed to show their inhuman nature outside the territory. If they do, whoever witnesses it doesn't leave alive. Simple.
With all this progress, you'd think I'd be riding high. But no. Right now, I'm nervous—terrified, even. Why? I'm about to try something unprecedented: connecting myself to the weirwood network through the tree in my castle. My protections are airtight, my mind and soul untouchable. But still, I have no idea what kind of entity I'll encounter.
The moment I touch the tree, a red, blood-like liquid seeps from its bark, covering my palm. Then, my consciousness is yanked into a whirlwind of voices and visions. It's overwhelming. I see countless lives—happy families smiling together, only for their joy to twist into despair. I witness betrayals so ruthless they defy comprehension and atrocities committed by humanity that make me question why this world even exists.
[Wirewood tree]
I see a mother's sorrow, a daughter's pleas, a father's expectations, a son's hope, and a brother's grief. It's too much. My mind reels as these emotions batter me from every direction. Somehow, I manage to wrench my hand away from the tree, only to collapse, vomiting uncontrollably. Tears spill from my glowing red eyes as the weight of everything I've seen crushes me. My inhuman physique keeps me standing, but I feel utterly broken.
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Three Months Later
It's been three months since that day, and the world hasn't slowed down. The mines are thriving, the diamond and gold pouring in. Families from neighboring territories have started moving into mine, lured by the promise of fertile lands and better pay. They don't realize that once they settle here, they become infected with the Prototype Virus. They can never leave—not really.
I've come to see the Prototype Virus as a blessing in disguise, especially in a world as wretched as this. With everyone infected, no one can truly die unless I run out of mana—which is impossible, given my infinite reserves. There's no room for killing or massacres, and crimes like rape are practically nonexistent. After all, who would dare harm someone when the victim can instantly transform into a monstrous form, call for help through the hive mind, and overpower their attacker? My territory has become an unshakable fortress, a haven of sorts.
And yet, I've made plans far beyond this. One day, I'll spread the infection across the entire world. When that day will come, I haven't decided. For now, I'm content to bide my time.
As for that incident with the weirwood tree, it turns out the mana of this world was simply... excited to speak to me. The mana, sentient in its own way, recognized me as an Archmage and dumped centuries' worth of knowledge into my mind. It didn't realize that such a flood of information could break me. In hindsight, my collapse wasn't due to physical harm but emotional overload. I may have the body of a god, but deep down, I'm still a teenager raised in peace. The horrors I saw were too much for my sheltered psyche to handle.
That moment exposed my greatest weakness, and I've since taken steps to rectify it. I delved deep into time, mind, and illusion magic, creating a cabin within my Resource World where I can simulate other realities. Inside, time flows faster than outside, and my memories are blocked during each session. I chose two of the grittiest, most unforgiving worlds imaginable: Dark Souls and Elden Ring.
Regret doesn't even begin to describe what I feel now. Those worlds tore me apart—physically, mentally, emotionally. They stripped away every last shred of innocence I had left, leaving me hardened and unrelenting. But it was worth it. Innocence has no place in a world like this. I emerged stronger, deadlier, and with a mastery of countless weapons, though I favor a heavy war hammer and axe.
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The Gods and the Weirwood Network
Through my connection to the weirwood network, I've learned a great deal. According to the mana, there's only one true god in this world: Death. The rest are merely sentient nature spirits, powerful but limited. The weirwood trees themselves are connected to the planet's magic leylines, which house the souls of the dead. With this knowledge, I've unlocked the ability to resurrect the dead—a power I'll save for when it suits me.
For now, I just want to rest. The world can wait.
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Author here, Just a little rant as I wanted to share some of my thoughts with you people. You can skip this part as it isn't important to story. Though I had like it if you read and comment.
So, I did not sleep this night due to anxiety as my parents are coming to visit me for a few days today and I also had to clean my apartments from them. Asian parents you know,high expectations.
And now since I couldn't sleep, I started watching YouTube at 3 am. I came across a video stating, "Most saddest deaths in GOT" which had about 40 death scenes. I decided to watch it thinking I would get some content and after watching it, I realised I had forgotten a lot. As everyone in every fanfic was duking Iceking like a cake and It's been a while since I watched the show, I underestimated their which I was reminded by SUMMER that wolf and that Mormont girls death scene. I mean a few undead put summer down like a street dog in seconds when it can easily take on four adults. And how quick those wraiths were.
And I have also realised that westeros is a place where everyone's head is filled with shit. One sentence that f*cker, youtuber added, " Everywhere, they harm little girls." While Sereyla Barathon(whatever name I already forgot when I only read it this morning), Stanish's daughter is pleading in the background, and then there was the scene of jorffy showing Sansa a play about how her father was murdered and branded a traitor. Then there were all the red wedding scene, And Rob with his Wolf's head. Obereyon's death looked hollow at that time. And last were the scene of Tyrone f*cking Lannister poisoning Sansa's ears , who poisoned Jon's ears into killing Danny.
Oh! The betrayal in her eyes.
(I got invested in Dany cause her character design is very good in Books and In the show, Emilia Clarke's smile just won my heart. ) So, MC will surely do some more resque mission than needed, like Ros, I would have let her die but now she lives. They wouldn't be mentioned for more than a para. And I am pretty sure you will enjoy how he tortures people. I mean I started reading fanfic because they made sad stories happy.
Thanks.
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