(Brain Storage)
(White Walker Feeding Point) (The White Walker says it doesn't like to eat and returns your brain!)
The wooden planks of the broken bed seemed to have been soaked in sweat for years, deep brown grime covering the original wood grain, glistening like a patina, emitting a sour smell of sweat and the stench of the sea.
With a creak, Aegon sat up from the broken bed in annoyance. The pungent smell unique to the Smoke Sea, mixed with the turbid, moldy air in the cabin, assailed his nostrils, making his already weary nerves even more taut.
As the fleet delved deeper into the Smoke Sea, the closer they got to the Valyrian Ruins, the more uncomfortable his body became. Past traumatic experiences turned into nightmares that haunted him, preventing him from sleeping peacefully for several nights in a row.
It wasn't just his mind that was tormented, but also his body. The bloodline within him seemed to be rejected by this cursed sea. This feeling was indescribable yet incredibly real, like being stared at by a hungry beast, tangible malice enveloping him tightly.
Taking a deep breath, Aegon suppressed his inner irritation and went to the porthole, observing the situation outside through the window.
The dark green seawater was churning. Through the murky orange fog, scattered islands could faintly be seen in the distance, indicating that he was getting closer to his destination.
Aegon placed his hand on the wooden frame of the porthole, feeling the rough wood, and silently recited, "System."
As a panel visible only to Aegon popped up before his eyes, a large amount of information surged forth.
Name: Aegon Targaryen
Strength: 20 (Evaluation: You are very strong but have not yet reached the peak of human ability; there is still room for improvement)
Spirit: 67 (Evaluation: Your spirit is exceptionally powerful, allowing you to perceive things ordinary people cannot. Is this a blessing or a curse?)
Agility: 20 (Evaluation: Twice the agility of an ordinary person allows you to always strike first)
Physical Fitness: 23 (A healthy body ensures you rarely get sick, curses excluded?)
Current Status: Trapped by a Curse (Hint: The souls devoured by blood and fire still curse the bloodline of the Dragon Kings who set foot on this land!)
Current Lottery Draws: 0
Current Check-in Location: Deep within the Valyrian Ruins (In Progress)
Aegon was not from this world. Many years ago, he transmigrated into this Game of Thrones world, becoming the similarly named Aegon Targaryen. However, it was regrettable that he didn't transmigrate as Aegon the Conqueror, nor any of the Aegon kings in the history of the Targaryen dynasty, but rather as Young Aegon.
As a seasoned fan of A Song of Ice and Fire in his previous life, he naturally knew who Young Aegon was: the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell, who was smashed against a wall by The Mountain. If the Usurper's War hadn't happened, he would have been known as Aegon VI.
When Aegon transmigrated, he hadn't been born yet; he wasn't even an infant, but merely a newly formed embryo.
It was completely accurate to say he was reincarnated. He fully experienced the entire process of slowly developing into an infant in his mother's womb and then being born, only with the added consciousness of an adult.
Therefore, the events described in the books were the painful reality he personally experienced—
"My family was ruined!"
As for why he, the transmigrator, didn't try to stop it, a newborn infant could do nothing but babble in his mother's arms.
He could only watch helplessly as he was roughly torn from his mother's warm embrace. When an unbearable pain shot through his head, and his vision blurred with blood, Aegon thought his life was ending abruptly. Unexpectedly, at that critical moment, he awakened this "Check-in Lottery System."
Relying on the system to cling to life, he endured hardships and fled across the Narrow Sea.
He reached up to touch his head. There, hidden beneath his silver-white hair, was a sunken, hideous scar.
Aegon's knuckles, clutching the window frame, were faintly white, his eyes as cold as blades. His recent nightmares constantly reminded him that his hatred was far from over.
Taking a deep breath, he released his grip on the window frame and turned to walk towards the cabin door. There was a bucket of water there, and he intended to wash his face to calm down, but his gaze returned to the system panel.
The system's function was also very simple: as its name suggested, checking in at system-designated locations would grant lottery draws. It didn't even have a system spirit or any intelligence, just a simple panel.
Looking at the check-in mission marked as 'In Progress,' Aegon sighed helplessly. It was laughable, but this was his first mission since acquiring the system—yes, the very first, and it wasn't newly issued but had been released when he bound the system. Why hadn't he completed even the first mission after all these years? Aegon looked at his body and smiled bitterly. Traveling deep into the Valyrian Ruins to check in was a fantasy for him at the time, not to mention his body was still incomplete. When struggling to survive across the Narrow Sea, even filling his stomach was difficult. If not for some people taking pity on his youth and occasionally giving him alms, he might have starved to death in some corner of the Free Cities long ago.
As for why he didn't seek out Viserys and his sister, who were also stranded across the Narrow Sea?
It was still because of his previous life. Having thoroughly read A Song of Ice and Fire, he naturally knew that on the continent of Essos, his identity had already been secretly replaced. Rashly approaching Viserys and his sister and exposing his identity would immediately make him a thorn in their side, leading only to death.
In his previous life, many Ice and Fire fans speculated that Young Aegon, swapped by Varys and raised by Jon Clinton in Essos, had a questionable identity. Some even guessed his true identity might be a Blackfyre?
Now, his very existence was the best proof to expose the impostor's lie!
Lost in thought, he arrived at the bucket, scooped up a handful of water, and the cool water glided over his face, bringing a hint of clarity.
He leaned over, supporting himself on the edge of the bucket, and a reflection appeared in the water: a standard Valyrian face.
His silver hair was like frost, making his features appear even more severe.
His face had distinct angles, as if carved by a knife and chisel, with sharp and profound contours, and a pair of deep purple eyes like the night.
As his gaze shifted, it was like the cold gleam of a blade being drawn, silent yet deadly.
This body perfectly inherited the inhuman beauty of the Targaryen family.
Aegon looked at the reflection in the water, a cold sneer crossing his lips... "It's not over yet!"
"Boom..." Suddenly, a loud bang, and the ship shook violently. The reflection in the water blurred. Aegon sharply looked towards the cabin door.
There, the usually noisy Mercenaries were now in chaos. Some ran wildly, some sought cover on the spot, some cursed loudly, and some stood frozen in confusion. The deck was instantly a mess.
Aegon frowned, drawing his sword. Fortunately, he had a habit of never taking off his armor when outside, even when sleeping, which now saved him a lot of trouble. Amidst the clanking of armor plates, he rushed out of the cabin.
As he ran, the chaos on the deck continued, with curses and screams for help constantly ringing out.
"Monster! What kind of monster is this!"
"Help, save me!"
"Sea monster!...It's a sea monster...!"
"Damn it... Kunta was dragged down by that thing." A Mercenary watched his companion being forcibly dragged into the sea by an unknown monster, leaving long, bloody claw marks on the deck from his desperate struggles.
"I knew it... I knew it! We shouldn't have come to this cursed place!" A Mercenary, unable to bear the fright, screamed in collapse.
Furious waves crashed against the deck, sending some Mercenaries tumbling. Some frenzied Mercenaries wildly swung their long knives, attacking friend and foe alike, as blood and seawater mingled.
Aegon quickly reached the deck, and the sight before him made his brows twitch.
He even saw an unlucky Mercenary accidentally stabbed in the chest by a companion, struggling for a moment before falling silent.
Aegon's eyes were cold. He knew this Mercenary group was hastily assembled by the employer, and he had joined it the same way. They didn't even know each other, so the quality was certainly poor, but he hadn't expected them to be so pathetic.
Suddenly, a massive shadow enveloped the scene in front of him. Aegon sharply turned his head.
He saw a gigantic, warty tentacle emerge from the sea, swinging towards him like a small mountain.
As the tentacle approached, Aegon could even clearly see the dense suckers beneath its warty surface...!