The Void was not black; it was a hungry, colorless nothingness that stripped away skin, bone, and ego. I drifted there for an eternity—or perhaps a second—until a Being manifested. It was a silhouette of shifting constellations, eyes like dying stars. "A cosmic error," it vibrated, the sound echoing in my non-existent chest. "You fell through the cracks. As compensation for your soul's erosion in this purgatory, I grant you the Wheel of Worlds and three wishes. Spin, little spark, and claim your recompense." I spun. The wheel landed on the jagged crown of Westeros.
"My first wish," I projected, "is the Power of Absolute Genesis: the ability to create systems, skills, or artifacts without cost or drawback, limited only by a one-month cooldown." The Being nodded, weaving a silver thread into my essence. "Second: I wish for Chronal Sanctity. My presence and actions shall not disrupt the predestined flow of the world unless I desire it; the timeline remains fixed around me." The Being hummed, a sound like grinding tectonic plates. "And the third?" I hesitated, feeling the pull of a new life. "I save the third for the world of ice and fire."Awareness returned not with a bang, but with a rhythmic, muffled thrumming. It was the sound of a heart—not mine, but one that sustained me. I was encased in a warm, fluid darkness, my limbs heavy and unformed. I was in the womb of Lyanna Stark, five months away from a birth that would historically change nothing, yet for me, it was the starting line.
I didn't wait. The Void Being's gift burned in my mind, a celestial spark ready to be ignited. I had five months until the Tower of Joy became my bloody introduction to the world. I needed to build my foundation now.
The First Month: The Almighty System
"I invoke Genesis," I thought. The void within the womb shivered. I envisioned a framework that would grow as I did—a safety valve for omnipotence.
I created the Almighty God System. It wasn't a mere quest-log; it was a divine architecture. It housed the seeds of nine core divinities: Life, Death, Destruction, Wisdom, Time, Space, Magic, Love, and Sex. To prevent my infant brain from detonating under the pressure of infinity, I hard-coded a biological limiter. At ten, I would wield the strength of heroes; at eighteen, the authority of a God; and by twenty-five, the Multiverse would be my playground. The system settled into my soul, a golden lattice protecting my developing neurons.
The Second Month: The Inner Voice
A month passed in the rhythmic pulse of Lyanna's heartbeat. I felt her sadness, the cold stones of her prison, and the heat of the Dornish sun outside. I needed a partner.
"I invoke Genesis: Great Sage."
A cool, feminine resonance echoed in my mind.
The Third Month: The Hidden Lore
Westeros was a world of steel and grit, but I intended to bring wonder. I needed a versatile toolset that didn't rely on the fickle Old Gods or the Red R'hllor.
"I invoke Genesis: The Library of Hecate."
Instantly, the vast knowledge of Harry Potter's Wizarding World flooded my subconscious. Every flick of a wand, every whispered curse, and the delicate chemistry of every potion became second nature. I didn't need a wand; the Almighty System would allow me to channel these charms through my fingertips. I spent the month mentally practicing Lumos and Protego, feeling the magic knit into my developing nervous system.
The Fourth Month: The Infinite Larder
I looked forward. I saw winters that lasted decades and a kingdom of starving peasants. I needed resources.
"I invoke Genesis: The Omnichannel Emporium."
A digital interface flickered in my mind's eye. It was a store that defied the boundaries of time and space. From modern smartphones and antibiotics to exotic technology from distant galaxies—everything was available for a price the System would manage. I was no longer a prince in exile; I was the ultimate merchant of fate.
The Fifth Month: The Alchemist's Touch
In my final month of darkness, as my body prepared for the trauma of birth, I realized the world was built on inferior materials. Valyrian steel was a rarity? I would make it look like rusted iron.
"I invoke Genesis: Divine Alchemy."
The power to transmute base metals and create legendary ores became mine. Vibranium for my armor, Uru for my weapons, and Mithril for my shirts. I could turn the very dirt of the North into gold to fund my armies.
As the first contractions began to shake my world, I felt no fear. I was the wolf-dragon, the god-ling in the dark. The Tower of Joy awaited, and I was coming into the world with the power to rewrite the stars.