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Chapter 455, Side Story: The Mystery of Crossing Worlds

The Dance of the Dragons was a bitter chapter in Targaryen history, one the House sought to avoid repeating at any cost. The scars it left behind served as a grim reminder of what unchecked ambition and internal strife could bring. Dragons, with lifespans averaging nearly 200 years, should have ensured the Targaryens retained dominance over their domestic vassals for generations. Even if no new healthy dragons were born, the sheer longevity of existing ones could have maintained...

Chapter 454, Side Story: So Quiet, and You Want to Be a Dragonrider?

A light breeze rustled through the grass, and white clouds drifted lazily across the azure sky.

A group of noble youths strolled together, trailed by a retinue of servants, as they arrived at the Northern Dothraki Dragon Pasture. Among them were both men and women, all wearing sunglasses that concealed half their faces. Even with only part of their features visible, it was clear they were all strikingly attractive.

“Aegon, what color dragon do you want?” asked one of the young...

Chapter 453: Extra Story – Ciri’s Power

Several riders sat astride high horses, looking down at Viserys and Dany with a mix of curiosity and disdain. Their leader, a man clad in black and silver shoulder armor, had a tawny beard that jutted out from his cheeks like a steel brush. His expression betrayed a mixture of suspicion and unease as he studied the two strangers before him.

Viserys and Dany, newly arrived in this world, were clad in simple robes. Though the designs on their garments were sparse, the quality of the fabri...

Chapter 452, Side Story: The Deposed Dragon

In the year 366 of the Restoration calendar, an immense imperial fleet traversed the Narrow Sea toward the Summer Palace.

The fleet stretched endlessly, a vast procession of ships clad in brass. Even the escort warships bore the same resplendent armor, gleaming faintly despite the ominous atmosphere. The fleet cut through the sea like a dark sword, leaving a frothy trail that resembled milky white blood.

At the head of the formation was the imperial flagship, The Restorer...

Chapter 451, Side Story: The Shadow Lands

Asshai was a destination Viserys was resolute to reach. Deep within, he carried a vague conviction that it was the source of the world’s magic.

On their journey, they paused briefly in Slaver’s Bay. The Faith of the Harpy had been ruthlessly eradicated a few years prior, leaving it nearly extinct from Meereen to Astapor. Following the bloody suppression, the Faith had been all but obliterated. In its place, the Seven Sanctuaries and the Temple of the Lord of Light were swiftly const...

Chapter 450, Side Story: The Secret of the Second Son of House Targaryen

Willemrys’ eldest son, Viserys’ first grandson, bore the name Caesar Targaryen. While it might seem unusual to use a surname as a given name, there was no equivalent surname like Caesar in this world, making the choice fittingly unique. However, Viserys couldn’t help but notice that his grandson showed little interest in politics, even from a young age. Instead, Caesar seemed far more captivated by Olenna, the ddaughter of Margaery’s eldest son, Duncan.

Th...

Chapter 449: Extra: Clothes and People

Thirty-five years into the Restoration calendar, Viserys the Restorer, still in the prime of his springtime years, made an announcement that shocked the realm: he would abdicate the throne in favor of his thirty-two-year-old son, Willemrys. The news came just months after the emperor’s stunning victory at the Tournament of the Year, where he had competed—and won—as a masked contender. For a man in his fifties, such a feat was almost beyond belief.

By July of the same year, nobles ...

Chapter 448: Extra: Awakening

The Long Night had lasted a little over a year, a harrowing time by any measure, but now the people of Westeros finally had a way to judge its end: the sun had risen once more. With its return, even the White Walkers, once an unstoppable terror, seemed less fearsome. Their leader, the Night King, had met his end, devoured by Viserys.

Deprived of the Night King’s presence, the White Walkers lost their cohesion, retreating chaotically toward the Blackwater Rush, the forests, the ravines...

Chapter 447: Bedtime Story (End)

The Restorer, Viserys, had earned his title not just by reclaiming the Iron Throne but by achieving the unthinkable—restoring Valyria itself. The ancient, once-mighty Valyria had been annihilated in a catastrophic failure of the magic that contained the Fourteen Flames, leaving it a desolate wasteland of fire and ash. For centuries, it was regarded as a cursed, uninhabitable realm.

Yet during his reign, Viserys began the monumental task of reclaiming Valyria’s ruins. By the time his...

Chapter 446: The Runaway Princess

Year 616 of the Restoration Calendar

The sky hung heavy and foreboding. Thunder rumbled through the heavens, and lightning wrestled fiercely within the dense, dark clouds. The sound rolled across the expanse, like a trapped animal thrashing within a sack. Finally, after an agonizing wait, the storm seemed to break free, and a jagged flash of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the land below.

Then came the deluge. Rain poured down in relentless sheets, as if determined to...

Chapter 445: The Siege and Defense of King’s Landing

A human face, webbed with white cracks, emerged from the icy, black depths of the Blackwater Rush. Blue-tinged eyes opened, their gaze meeting an explosive burst of light. The detonation was so powerful it carved meters off the fortress it struck, sending shockwaves that toppled the defenders manning the city walls.

For a fleeting moment, the blast disrupted the relentless advance of the White Walkers.

That cracked visage belonged to none other than the Night King. Emerging behind...

Chapter 444: A Cornered Dog Will Jump Over the Wall

After addressing the situation at the Griffin's Roost, Viserys made his way to the Isle of Faces. The diminished power of the Bloodraven—the enigmatic Greenseer—had changed things, making it impossible to ignore the bond they shared over vast distances.

Upon arriving, Viserys approached the Weirwood where he and the Bloodraven had once forged their pact. It was an uncanny sight; while nearly all trees in Westeros were stripped bare, the Weirwood of a Thousand Faces remained lush and...

Chapter 443: The Crisis in King’s Landing

The Night King, after months of eerie silence, had reemerged with a vengeance, his forces now striking along Westeros’s coasts. Viserys had discovered the White Walkers infiltrating the Stormlands’ shores. The heaviest concentration, however, had been near the Griffin’s Roost—Connington’s fief.

After a brutal battle, Viserys and the local defenders managed to repel the White Walkers, but many scattered into the Rainwood, slipping through the dense forest terrain.

“Your...

Chapter 442: Can Spring Be Far Behind?

In King's Landing, Daenerys stood presiding over the unveiling of the first Dragonbone Tower. The city had recently experienced another snowfall, leaving everything outside the well-heated Dragonpit blanketed in silver-white. The pristine coating of snow improved the city's appearance, but it also brought challenges. While children played joyfully in the streets, older residents harbored concerns. Snow reaching their ankles meant higher fuel consumption and faster depletion of food stores. 2024-12-01 11:08:36 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 441: The Night King’s Submarine

The Sennesta family had safeguarded forty-seven dragon eggs, their entire reserve. A dragon typically lays only two or three clutches of eggs in its lifetime, with each clutch containing no more than five eggs. The intervals between clutches could span ten to twenty years.

Viserys did the math. Excluding the newly captured purple dragon, the four female dragons in the Sennesta family would lay roughly twenty to thirty eggs over the next two decades—a sluggish pace, but understandable ...

Chapter 440: The Black Dread’s Past

Valsha wanted them dead, while Viserys sought to make them advisers.

This time, the Sennesta House had sent five representatives. Their leader was a woman with a pale, almost sickly complexion, wearing an orange scarf draped elegantly around her neck. Despite her frail appearance, her every movement exuded dignity, leaving no doubt that she was their undisputed leader. The four individuals accompanying her treated her with a reverence bordering on worship.

Although they had arrang...

Chapter 439: Peace Talks?

Even for a parasite, this progression was alarmingly fast. The battle had lasted less than an hour, yet in those fleeting minutes, the eggs of the blood-red flying insects had begun to hatch within Valsha.

Viserys acted quickly. He spotted a large, blackened pond nearby and directed his dragon to flap its wings, clearing away the layer of ash that blanketed the surface. Once the water was exposed, he carried Valsha to the pond and laid her in it.

Her pale skin had turned an angry ...

Chapter 438: The Dragon Battles in the Wild II

Viserys quickly realized that his dragon-fighting skills were no match for his opponent’s expertise. Growing up among the skies filled with Targaryen dragons, he had never needed to practice air combat, much less anticipate encountering other dragons in the Ruins of Doom.

As for why the other knight’s dragon was over a century old but only twenty meters long, that was a mystery for another time. Right now, he needed to compensate for his lack of skill with his other talents.

H...

Chapter 437: The Dragon Battles in the Wild

The ruins of Doom were immense, sprawling far and wide, and the two of them flew low to get a closer look. This proximity distracted them, and they failed to notice where the danger came from.

Suddenly, the riders on the dragon’s back looked up and saw a massive swarm of blood-red flying insects hurtling toward them. Despite being called insects, these creatures were far larger than typical bugs—each was roughly the size of a rabbit.

What made Viserys categorize them as insect...

Chapter 436: Hali’s Mathematical Mind

The sudden change left everyone on edge.

Inside the vast, warehouse-like laboratory, the wriggling pinkish-white flesh covered the floor, moving erratically. The air grew thick with a pungent, fishy stench, suffocating and invasive as it seeped into the lungs.

Viserys and the others instinctively drew their swords, assuming defensive positions. The ruby at Melisandre’s throat pulsed with a steady, ominous glow.

“My lord, I think they are destroying themselves,” Melisan...

Chapter 435: Steel, Gunpowder, and Spellcasters III

“Your Grace, this passage leads outside the city of Tyria. Their leader, On, is likely heading toward the Doom Ruins,” Boryas informed Viserys, his tone measured yet firm.

The statement stirred Viserys’s thoughts. If On was indeed headed to the Doom Ruins, it suggested there were other inhabitants there—perhaps even a thriving population. Tyria itself housed nearly 150,000 people, so the Doom Ruins might support an even larger number.

If possible, Viserys preferred to seek...

Chapter 434: Steel, Gunpowder, and Spellcasters II

The great fortress of Tyria had only one viable entry point, and despite the formidable display of artillery, Young Connington knew the limits of his resources. When the first cannonball failed to breach the iron gate, he refrained from using excessive gunpowder. The cannons and their ammunition were too valuable to squander.

In this era, indiscriminate bombardment was not a luxury anyone could afford. Even Viserys, with his ambitions, had reserved artillery for decisive battles, such a...