Kapitel 4: Chapter 4: New Life
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"This is how it works. . . Your first roulette is the world where you will reincarnate, and the next five will be the talents you will have in that world, related to this clearing", he said, and a word stuck in my mind. Reincarnate! Finally fate smiles at me and I have a chance.
"I understand", I replied as kindly as possible, but inside many things were going through my mind.
"No need to pretend boy, I can read your mind. Besides, that guy Vlad Tepes, he even tried to kill me, and he still reincarnated him. There is no need for so much caution", said this assumption, God? To which I took a slight breath.
"Okay. "
"Now. . . Turn the roulette!" he shouted, and I proceeded to do as the old man told me.
Everything was spinning and spinning until it stopped at one place. . . The world of Game Of Thrones. A cruel and savage world, full of chaos. What does this mean? Full of opportunities. In addition, it is also a world with magic, where you could find a way to achieve immortality, or at least a long life like Asshai's Melisander.
"It's good that you like your world", God told me, to which I agreed. I'd show a smile, but something like that I lost after all the torture. My eyes were totally cold and emotionless.
"Now it's the talent, right?"
"That's right, they divide between the talent that a person has among a certain number of individuals. That's from a million to ten billion", he replied, and the truth shocked me a little. A talent of one in ten billion is probably a level that no human has ever reached in history. Especially if it's an unusual subject.
The roulette appeared and I started spinning it. At the top it said "Talent of 1 in 1,000,000", and finally it stopped at. . . Magic!, and I was able to get an extreme pleasure from this. This was all I needed the truth.
"Wow. . . You were quite lucky as that is the best talent that can play you in this world, although it is a pity that it touched you on the first level and not on the fifth. Although with the few magicians that exist, existed or will exist. 1 in 1,000,000 would position you as the strongest magician in that world", he told me what I nodded, and then he turned the roulette again with a talent of 1 in 10,000,000.
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"That was pretty strange", I muttered.
"I really do", the old man replied. "I'm not old! Although. . . You should know that from now on, your talents will give you a special skill. Something that can be superhuman", he repeated to me, to which I agreed.
My talent of 1 in 100,000,000, it was, Poison. Pretty good I would say, poisoning my enemies is one of the best weapons. I remember on the show they said it was a woman's gun, but that's stupid. It's a smart people's weapon.
In the case of 1 in 1,000,000,000 was the talent of Alchemy, but the best by far. It was the talent of 1 in 10,000,000,000. Archery!
Although I'm a little disappointed that I don't have anything hand to hand. It's not that I want to fight with a sword, I'm not stupid enough to want to have a fight in front of someone else. There is a great risk of dying, but it's always good to be prepared. I don't want to repeat what happened in my previous life. I'm not doing that! I won't die!
- Dreadfort – The North – Westeros – 269 A. C -
"Lord Percival, your father calls you", said a man in grey robes and a long beard. It was Master Bawin, Master of House Bolton.
"I understand, Master, I will prepare myself", replied a young man with a face without emotions. His skin was white and milky with fine, sharp features. Pointed nose and thin eyebrows. But her most remarkable details were her long, black, straight hair that stretched to the middle of her back, along with her completely black, dark eyes as if it were the same void. It wasn't just her black pupil, it was all her iris too.
He looked totally beautiful, but at the same time disturbing. He was Percival Bolton, son of Marlon Bolton, and brother of Roose Bolton along with Penuria Bolton, his twin sister. That young man was me of course. And I was in my private room, which I use to do all my secret research. Both magic and alchemy, having the opportunity to experiment on living subjects. It's convenient to live with scum like the Boltons.
All Bolton's dark hair and white skin, but never to the point of Percival, with skin like snow and hair like night. Besides, they weren't so beautiful. So there were rumors that Percival was not Marlon's son, and that Margaret, his mother, had committed an infidelity. Which caused their relationship to fall apart, as well as my father not to get along with me. Although in the end I was pretty neutral thanks to my great skills.
And by great skills I mean, why you implement more innovative and safer ways to grow, even in the winter. Which made us the richest house in The North. Only from this region, though. We couldn't compare ourselves to House Lannister or House Tyrell.
"You're finally here", my father told me with a neutral face. 'His eyes. . . disturb me' was what I thought, though there was no way I could know that.
"Sorry father, I was very busy", I replied without changing my stoic expression.
"I understand Percival, how are your". . . he said, but could not find what word to occupy. "Projects", over.
"Fairly well father, I appreciate the consideration. But with the new resources you have given me, I am progressing satisfactorily", I replied, still with the same expression as I looked back at my brother Roose frowning. It was clear he didn't like me and saw me as a threat to his lordship. I was too smart and capable for him.
I had practiced a lot on my special talents gained, and had discovered that I had three interesting skills.
Poison Body: All fluids can have poisonous properties if the user wants it. Immunity to all kinds of poisons.
Alchemist Hand: Ability to mix two materials and transform them into a new one, ignoring regulations.
Hawk's Eye: Ability to see with absolute clarity at kilometres.
All three very useful, because with this I wouldn't have to fear being poisoned, and I also had the possibility to try different alloys, and mix them with materials like Valyrian Steel, if I get something clear. Not that it's an easy feat at all.
"I'm glad it is. Now the reason I called you. I have decided who your mentor will be, and to which castle you will go", he said, smiling, and I frowned a little. It was something I wanted to choose myself. Lord Arryn would be a good choice, to make good crumbs with the future king. But I don't see that very likely.
"With whom shall I have the pleasure?" I asked sarcastically.
"Evening. . . "
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