A mere Night's Watchman, yet he had commanded the Hand of the King to write a certificate of authority as if issuing a royal decree. Though Aegor relied on his black cloak to disarm suspicion, as he walked out of the Prime Minister's Tower with a certificate stamped with the direwolf seal, he couldn't help but marvel inwardly: It seems that as long as you know the right method, these high-and-mighty nobles are as easy to deceive as common folk.
No wonder Littlefinger thrived in King's ...
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"Good afternoon, brothers of the Night's Watch. How can I help you?"
Eddard Stark, now Hand of the King, remained as courteous as ever. Aegor had come to understand that this politeness wasn't a façade. Knowing this gave him confidence as he prepared to present his request.
"My lord," Aegor began steadily, "a hundred thousand wildlings are gathering north of the Wall, and the smaller groups that have crossed it are already causing trouble in the North. By order of Lord Commande...
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Before his journey to this world, Aegor had followed a simple principle at work: do your job well, but nothing beyond what's required. He avoided taking on tasks outside his responsibilities or allowing anything to cut into his personal time, including overtime. The reason was straightforwardâhis financial security, broad horizons, and wide social circle gave him access to opportunities far beyond the office.
For him, work was simply a way to avoid idleness and a sedentary life. His e...
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Since Tyrion had insisted, the two Night's Watchmen stopped arguing and followed the Lannister party along the main roads of King's Landing. They passed through Shoemaker Square and the Central Square before veering left and continuing up the gentle incline of Nun Street. Slowly, they climbed toward the top of Rhaenys' Hill, the smallest of the three hills encircled by the city walls.
As they ascended, the scenery changed noticeably. The streets became wider and cleaner. The people the...
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For over a decade, Eddard Stark's unwavering respect for the Night's Watch had set an example in the North. This tradition had fostered a culture of friendship and honor toward the men in black, but as Aegor and Yoren continued their journey south, it became clear how isolated this sentiment was.
The farther south they traveled, the warmer the weather became, but the colder the reception from the people they encountered. By the time they passed Moat Cailin and approached the Neck, the ...
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At the signal from the new Lord of Winterfell, the guard turned and left, shutting the door behind him. The room was now silent, leaving Aegor alone with Robb Stark. This one-on-one situation eased some of Aegor's nerves, if there had been any hostility or accusations, this wouldn't be the way to handle it.
Robb gestured for Aegor to sit down. "Friend, were you the one who discovered my brother falling from the tower that day?"
The word friend was enough to make Aegor exhale in ...
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The contrast to the king's feast held in this room not long ago was striking. Now, with many of the long tables and benches removed, the hall that had once felt crowded and narrow seemed spacious. When Aegor entered, led by the guards, he found that most of the attendees were already present.
A row of guards stood stationed by the walls. Robb Stark sat in the high seat that once belonged to his father. To his right and left were Maester Luwin and Lady Catelyn, respectively. Robb, seate...
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"Aegor, why didn't you go?" Will grabbed him by the arm, his eyes wide with panic. "Are the men going out on patrol this time going to die? Is that what's going to happen?"
It was just before dawn, and most of the Night's Watch were still deep in sleep. Only Aegor had risen early, wanting to see off the rangers who were about to head beyond the Wall in search of the White Walkers. He was supposed to be among them.
Faced with Will's panicked questioning, which was dangerously clo...
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Aegor had to admit that Tyrion was right. He really couldn't bring himself to feel happy right now. The excitement he had felt upon learning that he would be leaving the Wall had all but faded. The weight of the many tasks that lay ahead dulled his mood. There was no room left for laughter, teasing, or even the occasional sharp remark. As he and Tyrion walked back to their quarters, they discussed the schedule for his departure and a few other details. Even his footsteps felt heavier than usu...
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Aegor raised an eyebrow. "Bad news? I can't think of anything right now that would make me unhappy."
"It's not bad news," the dwarf replied with a sly grin. "I managed to convince the Night's Watch leadership to let you head back to King's Landing with me as a so-called 'supply collector.' Butâwell, in the process, I may have bragged about you a little. Maester Aemon has decided to give you a chance to show off your abilities. So, aside from the task I mentioned earlier, you've been ...
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"What?" Jon asked, unable to keep up with Aegor's train of thought.
"We, the Night's Watch, exist to combat the wildlings and the threat of the White Walkers. Now think about it: what's betterâendlessly maintaining a defensive stance, or eliminating the threat at its root?"
Jon's eyes widened as the meaning behind Aegor's words became clear.
"Imagine," Aegor continued, "if someone could lead the Night's Watch to completely wipe out both the wildlings and the White Walke...
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After Benjen left, Aegor exited the room, eager to find Tyrion.
Aegor was not a man to rely solely on the goodwill of others. Instead, he used half-truths to pique Tyrion's interest and leave an impression. It was a calculated move, a carefully orchestrated performance. But the processâfrom Tyrion suggesting a workable plan to leave the Wall, to him speaking briefly with the Lord Commander and securing approvalâwas not due to Aegor's eloquence or Tyrion being gullible.
The t...
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The tension in the room was palpable, a silent battle of wills between Tyrion and Benjen. The air felt thick, almost combustible. Thankfully, Tyrion wasn't the sort to escalate into physical confrontation, and Benjen Stark, despite his simmering anger, wasn't going to throw the first punch either.
It was Maester Aemon who finally raised his hand, signaling for the two men to stop arguing. The old maester's blind eyes turned toward Mormont, who had been quietly observing the heated exch...
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What does it mean to offend the Lannisters?
There is a well-known song in Westeros, sung from the courts of kings to the firesides of peasants. It is called The Rains of Castamere, also infamously known as Tywin's Curse.
The song recounts the complete annihilation of House Reyne, a once-proud Westerlands family. They shared the lion sigil with House Lannister, built their wealth on gold mines, and rivaled Tywin Lannister in power and prestige. But they made the grave mistake of ...
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"Tyrion." The Lord Commander nodded at the dwarf seated across from him. As the former Lord of Bear Island and a man of considerable standing in the North, Jeor Mormont had the right to address him directly by name. "Are you enjoying your stay at the Wall?"
"Thank you for asking, Lord Commander. Apart from my numb backside and the delightful chill that keeps me shivering at night, everything's been splendid," Tyrion replied, settling himself into the chair with a faint smile. "Though I...
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The clanging of swords echoed through the courtyard, marking just another ordinary day at Castle Black.
Commander Mormont had resisted the Royce family's demands to punish the three surviving patrol members. Now, these men, who had escaped the blades of the White Walkers, were no longer under suspicion of desertion and could move freely within Castle Black.
On the balcony overlooking the courtyard, Aegor and Tyrion stood leaning against the railings, watching the new recruits tr...
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What else Brent wanted to say, perhaps in an effort to further persuade Ethan to reconsider, was never spoken. Ethan wasn't going to give him another chance to continue his arguments. Without hesitation, he swung his longsword, striking first and forcing Brent to raise his greatsword in defense.
Brent blocked the blow, but Ethan didn't stop there. He immediately followed up with a horizontal slash, intending to force Brent to retreat. If Brent gave him even a little space, Ethan could ...
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Now that Keno clearly realized Ethan had been waiting for him, Ethan didn't see any need to hide his intentions any longer. After confirming Brent's identity and understanding his situation, Ethan stood up and walked outside, positioning himself to block Keno and his group's path.
This time, Ethan was fully armed. He wore his armor, bracers, and carried his longsword and iron rod. As usual, the Book of Inheritance was strapped to his back in its custom holster. But now, he'd also added...
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After a quick inventory, most of the gear Ethan had brought back from the Resident Evil world was packed in bundles and stacked neatly on the ground. Arthur had returned to his room to rest, leaving Ethan alone to sort through his spoils.
The virus stock solution had been successfully transformed into a mental-strength enhancement liquid. The process wasn't easy, and the limited availability of materials meant he couldn't produce much of it for now. Thankfully, he wouldn't need a resup...
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"Your experiment... was it successful?"
Arthur's curiosity was evident, though neither he nor the others truly understood what Ethan had been working on for the past month. They only had a vague idea that it involved the T-virus, but the detailsâwhat exactly Ethan was trying to achieve remained a mystery.
Even Arthur, who had spent the most time with Ethan, couldn't decipher his ultimate goal. Magic? Science? Ethan had never openly displayed any magical abilities in front of t...
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Alicia Marcus, daughter of James Marcus, the scientist who developed the T-virus and one of Umbrella's foundersârolled into the room in her automatic wheelchair. Her presence immediately drew everyone's attention, but what struck the group most was her striking resemblance to Alice, the group's silent but deadly companion.
Ethan, however, wasn't particularly surprised. In the Resident Evil movie world, Alicia was revealed as Alice's original template, her "true self." He had little p...
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"Found it?" Ethan asked, his voice steady but deliberate. He watched Kaplan carefully. "Are you sure you've got control?"
"I'm certain," Kaplan replied with a nod, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Besides, isn't the Red Queen already shut down?"
With the AI deactivated, leaving only automated mechanical defenses in play, Kaplan couldn't understand why Ethan kept pressing him for confirmation. In his mind, the situation had become manageable. What was the point of being so paranoi...
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The Red Queen's hologram abruptly disappeared, and all the sealed doors in the Hive suddenly unlocked, swinging open in unison. It was a silent but clear declaration of her intent.
Umbrella's plan couldn't be changed. If the situation could no longer be written off as a pure accident, then the next best course of action was to eliminate all witnesses. As long as everyone present died, the situation could be neatly tied up, and future developments could still be guided back onto the ori...
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Unsurprisingly, the Red Queen ignored Ethan completely.
Originally, from earlier impressions of the series, this artificial intelligence seemed to have developed a level of self-awareness. But by the later chapters, it became apparent that the Red Queen was nothing more than a strictly programmed AI, obedient to its coding, with its apparent "madness" being nothing more than a carefully calculated illusion.
This made things particularly difficult for Ethan. If the Red Queen was ...
2025-01-01 19:33:45 +0000 UTC
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"The greatest source of evil?"
Ethan's words drew everyone's attention, even Spence, who was still dazed and unsure of what was going on. Lying on the ground, he raised his head to look at the suitcase Ethan held in his hand, one that seemed to belong to him.
"Could it beâŚ"
Some of the smarter ones started piecing things together. They recalled Ethan's earlier comments about biochemical experiments being conducted in the Hive laboratory and how a leak had led the Red Qu...
2025-01-01 19:33:06 +0000 UTC
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"Help me?"
James stared at the two young men clad in medieval-style armor and the young woman accompanying them, his tone skeptical.
"I really don't see how you can help me."
He gave a subtle signal to his team, and a few mercenaries moved in to subdue the trio.
Unfortunately for them, Ethan had no intention of letting that happen. Just as the soldiers approached, a sudden flash of white light exploded in the room. The mercenaries closest to Ethan were caught off g...
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"I don't see how this is saving the world," Jill muttered, her voice dripping with skepticism.
Hiding in the shadows of a tree outside the villa, Ethan didn't bother responding. There was no point in trying to explain. Someone like Jill wouldn't believe him unless she saw it all unfold with her own eyes. Words alone would only make him seem more insane.
"You said you wanted to know," Ethan said, shifting slightly to find a more comfortable position as he leaned against the tree....
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"Who am I?" Ethan repeated the question, pretending to consider it seriously for a moment. "My name is Ethan."
Jill continued to stare at him, clearly expecting more. Her expression made it evident that she wasn't going to let him off with such a simple answer.
After a brief pause, Ethan smirked and added, "I'm the savior of this world."
Jill's gaze changed almost instantly. Gone was the sharpness, replaced by a look of someone trying to humor a delusional fool.
"A...
2025-01-01 19:31:27 +0000 UTC
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Ethan stared at the signboard in front of him and felt a sudden urge to turn around and walk in the opposite direction.
"Raccoon City."
A name infamous to anyone familiar with Resident Evil. Whether directly or indirectly, it had appeared in nearly every entry in the series, synonymous with catastrophe.
Ethan frowned, considering the possibilities. The first question was: which version of the story had he stumbled into?
If it was the game version, Raccoon City shou...
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As Ethan slowly walked away, the voices of the two men faded into the background, becoming barely audible.
Outwardly, he seemed indifferent, as though their conversation hadn't piqued his interest. Without hesitation, he moved on to focus on his own tasks.
But when he entered the reference room and sat down in front of the documents and records he'd planned to study, he found himself mulling over whether he should take the initiative to act.
"If I only stock food and wate...
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