The three-eyed raven flapped its wings and flew away.
It left without another word.
Yet, from its movements, Lynn sensed a distinct air of satisfaction.
The room returned to silence.
Lynn slowly exhaled, his tensed muscles finally relaxing.
He had won, in a sense.
In this game of wits against an ancient consciousness that had lived for thousands of years, he had gained the upper hand.
But Lynn felt no relief.
He knew this was only the beginning.
A dangerous beginning of bargaining with tigers and dancing with gods.
Whimper...
Winter's three little heads nudged closer, their wet snouts gently rubbing against the back of his hand, conveying waves of reliance and comfort.
Lynn looked down at the strange yet intimately close creature at his feet, and the wariness and chill in his heart receded slightly.
Just then.
A vast consciousness, seemingly from a primordial age, surged into his mind without warning!
Lynn's body went rigid.
Here it comes!
The legacy of the Three-Eyed Raven.
The cold System notification chime rang out.
[Foreign mental energy intrusion detected!]
[Analyzing energy composition... Analysis complete. Identified as "Greensight" legacy.]
The complex, incomprehensible nature of Greensight was rapidly analyzed and mastered by the System.
Lynn felt a sharp sting in his mind.
immediately following, a string of new notifications popped up.
[Absorption complete.]
[New Skill Unlocked: Greensight (Novice)]
[New Skill Unlocked: Skinchanger (Novice)]
[New Attribute Panel Unlocked.]
Lynn's heart pounded violently. He immediately opened the System interface.
An attribute he had never seen before appeared at the very bottom of his personal panel.
[Spirit: 25]
This number was absurdly high.
He remembered that his other basic attributes had all been single digits before adding points.
At the start, they were a pathetic 5, and increasing them was incredibly difficult.
[Description: Spirit represents the strength and resilience of the soul. As a visitor not of this world, the essence of your soul far surpasses that of mortals, granting extremely high resistance to all forms of mental erosion and charm.]
So that's it.
No wonder I lasted so long against the Night King's influence.
This is my greatest trump card.
The fundamental advantage of a transmigrator.
Lynn suppressed the shock in his heart and focused his attention on the two new skills.
He closed his eyes and tried to activate Greensight.
The entire world in his perception instantly blurred, countless lights and sounds weaving into chaos.
He concentrated, trying to trace back to just a short while ago—the moment of Maester Aemon's sacrifice.
This was his own memory, so the anchor point was clear.
Hummm—
A roar filled his ears.
Fragmented images flashed before his eyes.
The red-hot forge, the raging flames, Maester Aemon's calm and resolute face, and the sorrowful incantation chanted in High Valyrian.
Finally, the white light that swallowed everything.
"Hah..."
Lynn snapped his eyes open, a sheen of cold sweat already covering his forehead.
A regression of only a few seconds had made him dizzy.
It seemed this ability consumed a massive amount of energy.
Lynn thought of how casually the Three-Eyed Raven in the show took Bran through time.
A silent alarm rose in his heart.
This Three-Eyed Raven is far less frail than he appears!
Even as an ally, I cannot let my guard down.
His Spirit stat is likely far higher than mine.
The only reason he didn't probe recklessly was because he knew the Night King's attempt to erode me had failed and backfired.
He doesn't know that I actually used the System's protection protocol...
A lucky misunderstanding.
Lynn turned his gaze to Winter at his feet.
"Skinchanger."
Lynn whispered the word in his mind.
He tried to extend his consciousness toward the three little heads.
A marvelous connection was established instantly.
He felt three distinct emotions.
The central head with amber eyes was full of curiosity and affection for him.
The left head with deep blue eyes was full of vigilance and rigidity, like a dutiful guard.
And the right head with blood-red eyes held only pure violence and hunger, like a flame ready to erupt.
Lynn carefully merged his consciousness into the central head.
Pick the softest fruit...
In the next second, Lynn's vision shifted violently!
He saw himself.
A tall man leaning against the bedframe.
He could smell the milk of the poppy in the air, and feel the warm blood flowing beneath his scales.
The sensation was novel and bizarre.
He tried to lift a front claw.
The head tilted, seemingly confused, and did not obey his command.
Lynn withdrew from its consciousness, feeling a slight headache.
Controlling a three-souled dragon was far more complex than he had imagined.
Lynn turned his gaze to the corner of the room, where Nymeria was napping.
He activated the Skinchanger ability again.
This time, there was no resistance.
His consciousness instantly sank into a warm, pure world.
In the air, countless scents were amplified a thousand times.
The fresh scent of wood, the metallic tang of dust, and the faint musk left by a rat in the snow outside the window.
He could clearly hear his own powerful heartbeat and feel the cold touch of the wooden floorboards beneath his paws.
Lynn controlled this "new" body and stood up.
He paced elegantly in a circle around the room, then lay down again.
He could feel Nymeria's affection for him.
Lynn withdrew his consciousness, the shock in his heart beyond words.
Control. This is true control.
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The next morning.
Torrhen hurriedly knocked on his door, a strange expression on his face.
"My Lord, outside the Wall... there's something there."
Lynn went to the top of the Wall.
On the vast snowy plain below, a solitary figure stood quietly.
It was a wight.
Dressed in tattered black rags of the Night's Watch, it stood motionless, like an ice sculpture.
At its feet lay a long object wrapped in black cloth.
The "sincerity" sent by the Greenseer.
The Rangers used a winch to hoist the bundle up.
The moment the bundle crossed the top of the Wall, the wight on the snow plain collapsed into a pile of cold bones.
Lynn stepped forward and personally unwrapped the bundle.
A slender Valyrian steel sword and a weirwood longbow, white as bone, lay quietly on the black cloth.
Dark Sister.
The blade was slender, rippling with the characteristic dark patterns of Valyrian steel in the morning light.
The hilt was carved from black jade into the shape of a snarling dragon's head.
Lynn gripped the hilt.
A cold, sharp aura spread up his arm.
He slowly drew the sword from its scabbard.
A clear ring, like a dragon's cry, echoed in the air, seemingly traversing a thousand years of time.
Lynn returned to Aemon's room and closed the door.
He slowly spread the map of Westeros on the table.
His gaze passed over the North, over the Riverlands, and finally rested on the city that represented the center of power.
King's Landing.
A bold, almost insane idea surfaced in his mind.
He wanted to test just how far his 25 points of Spirit combined with the Skinchanger ability could go.
He wanted to invade someone's vision.
Someone thousands of miles away.
Someone he knew best.
Lynn rolled his eyes back until only the whites showed.
He concentrated his massive mental power into an invisible needle.
And stabbed it fiercely toward the location of King's Landing on the map!
Hummm—
The entire world in his perception instantly turned into a rushing river of light and sound.
His consciousness seemed to detach from his body, traversing mountains and rivers at an incomprehensible speed.
It felt like his soul was being forcibly torn from his body, flying through the turbulence of time and space.
He didn't know how long passed.
The spinning sensation finally stopped.
He snapped his "eyes" open.
What met his gaze was a ceiling draped in ornate silk, and a luxurious bedroom decorated in gold and crimson.
The air was thick with a rich scent, a mix of spices and a woman's perfume.
A lazy, seductive voice came from beside him.
"Jaime, my sweet brother, what are you staring at?"
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