I want to thank FF user UNHOLY LIGHT for a lot of the ideas he's suggested for the story. The Silver-Steel I introduced last chapter was one of the first concepts he gave me, and there will be a few more throughout this chapter.

Now onto some reviews.

Shivam1141: I'm glad you enjoyed Iron from Ice so much, but I'm sorry to say that it won't be becoming its own story. I'll be expanding on it and the other alternate timelines I have in mind for the other boons and their respective places of origin. I'm thinking about having the next one be based on the Great Stallion.

Beburos: Yeah, there really is no way to make a scene like that seem natural without constantly reminding everyone that Lyon's CHA and associated perks border on mind control once affection reaches a certain level. I wanted to make it a subtly broken stat, since it's often underutilized in gamer fics.

Zoom99: I plan to! Writing it was really fun since I didn't really have to worry about pacing and could just go off.

Sarka95: Here's the thing about telling Robert about Lysa and Petyr; It would fuck over Lyon's plans. If Lyon presents his evidence in court then there's a good chance the war of the five kings won't happen. It's pretty well known that Jon Arryn was looking into the lineage of noble houses before his death, which spooked a lot of people, namely the Lannister's, and if Lyon just pulls up and says that Jon had suspicions that his son was actually Baelish's bastard, then the heat will be taken off of the Lannister's and Ned never goes out of his way to discover the true parentage of Cersei's children.

Baelish is a snake that survives because no one realizes how much of a threat he is until it's too late. Once you shine a light on him and expose him as the dangerous manipulator he actually is, he becomes a lot less dangerous. He has no army to back him up, no claims to any massive power that could get him any allies, just a lot of money and information that will be useless against an asshole with magic.

Dr1zzy: Thanks man, it's always good to hear from you.

Arrowman: Against human opponents without any magic he'll be to a knight what a knight is to the average peasant with a rusty axe.

The-Anti-Akuma: Damn bro, you're gonna hate this chapter then.

Hadrian .Caeser: Yeah I remember. The population of Westeros should be between 25 and 50 million, but for the story I'll say it's around 40 million so the numbers should fit. If this is about the Mountain Clansmen having over 2000 able combatants out of their nearly 4000 strong population then I explained that in the previous chapters.

E: I'm glad you're enjoying the story! Gamer's mind and body can work well, but I didn't think it would in this story, at least not in the beginning. I have a lot of fun writing characters that lose their shit every now and then, and having a skill that mutes emotions would fuck that up.

Lyon actually wants to fuck canon up big time and pretty early on no less.

I personally have no problem with OP Gamer fics, so long as they're well written, but that kind of thing wouldn't have worked in this fic.

NobodyOwens5: Lyon won't always be capped at level 25, and without a dungeon system he needed all the EXP he could get. The EXP boost also contributes to skill growth.

Bokiking007: I get how you feel, the only reason I even started writing this is because I really wanted to read something like it and couldn't find any fics like it that weren't abandoned. As much as I like the North I have to agree that it's overdone in fanfiction. It would be a waste for Lyon to not tap that Lannister ass.

Primarx: The seven don't like magic, so that's why he has +70 to HP and SP and -70 to MP. I'll add the names of the associated religions to those scenes from now on.

I also noticed that I forgot the 20% boost to EXP Lyon has so I'll be going back and fixing that.

Now that we got that out of the way, let's get on with the chapter.

(Gates of the moon, 298 AC)

If anyone walked into my temporary room right now they'd bear witness to the most eligible bachelor in the Vale nailing a noblewoman into his bed from behind. A scandalous sight to be sure. On today's menu was Lady Helena Pryor, a beautiful brunette with a fantastic body despite giving birth, and Widow of Lord Garth Pryor who died three years ago at sea.

Tragic business, really.

So here she was taking it from behind by a man over ten years her junior, no schemes In place, no fetish I have to keep in mind, just good old fashioned fucking.

It's been four days since I unveiled my talents to the nobility of the Vale and more importantly, manipulated/cheated my way into a threesome with Myranda and Merka. Thank god for silver tongue.

Since then Myranda started to... Take initiative. The night after our three way I found her in my room again, nothing unusual there, but what was strange was the other occupant.

Mya Stone, who I had been able to grind up to 15 affection in the days leading up to the start of the Tournament was sitting at 30 thanks to the increased Rep I got from my victories in the melee and joust.

Still, I didn't expect her to be down to fuck so soon, let alone a threesome. Turns out she and Myranda are close friends and once Mya expressed interest in me, Myranda sunk her claws into the girl, convincing her to join us for a night.

Myranda took a backseat that night, instead encouraging and caressing Mya as she lost her virginity. The sight of her closest friend being made a woman by the man she loved awakening something in Myranda, although far different from what happened to Merka.

Merka gets off on watching me fuck other women because she has a humiliation fetish, Myranda gets off on it because she sees it as becoming "sisters" with whatever woman I'm fucking.

Indeed, Myranda spent the whole night telling Mya how good she was doing and lavishing her body with soft touches and kisses all while getting herself off. It was really hot, in a sort of wholesome way.

The second night she brought in Lord Royce Coldwater's youngest daughter, a cute redhead about my age named Karis. Her skin was pale, but not unhealthily so, and her hair flowed down to the small of her back. She looked every bit the demure noblewoman she was meant to be, but in bed? She was a goddamn animal who liked it as rough as you can give it to her without it being obvious the next day. We're talking pulled hair, ass smacked red hot, the works.

The filthy bitch was a pain-slut, eager to be used and abused. Who was I to deny her? Besides none of her dresses could hide all that ass she was walking around with and I had been eyeing that up for days.

The third night I spent with Merka. She loves being degraded and humiliated, but even a girl like that wants to be tenderly made love to every now and again, so we spent the night in each other's embrace, making love for once instead of fucking.

Now the highlights of the past few days may have been at night, but I got busy during the day too. I spoke with lords and ladies alike, putting them under my spell so to speak. By the end of the second day I had unlocked the affection of nearly every prominent noble in the Vale, which made them susceptible to Silver Tongue. Once the time came to oust Lysa Arryn, I'd

essentially be able to bully her into submission, which is why I'm going to wait for her to come back to the Vale before I make any moves.

When I wasn't schmoozing up everyone in sight I was either brushing up on some of my lesser used skills like unarmed combat and archery, or learning new ones just to get some EZ EXP.

I also leveled Bulk Up and Agility a fair bit.

Bulk Up (Passive/Active) LVL 71(18%)(Active)
Active: increases physical damage 92.5% and damage absorption by 41%
Cost: 4 SP per second
(Passive) Increases STR by 71%

Agility (Passive/Active) LVL 31 (90%)
Active: Increases movement and reaction speed by 37.5% for 3 minutes (Stacks up to three times)
Cost: 24 MP
Passive: increases DEX by 31%

Absolutely baller, I know. Bulk up was far easier to level than Agility since I had Persistence Hunter cutting the SP cost in half. Now I can hold Bulk Up for over 10 minutes before tiring out.

Agility? It runs on MP and the only cut to MP cost I have is the 4.2% I get from WIS which puts the actual cost at... just under 23 MP.

Where was I again? Oh right, fucking lady Pryor.

She made it clear that she isn't expecting anything from me. This is just some much needed stress relief for her, something she hasn't gotten since her husband died. I don't mind it of course. Having a fuck buddy that has an entire island of her own (at least until her 6 year old daughter comes of age) isn't something I'm about to pass up on.

Lady Pryor is still young, only being 26 and all, but she's already coming into her own as a certified MILF. She's the first MILF I've ever had in fact, since I haven't had the chance to go after Chella.

"Aaahh!" My newest conquest moaned, pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts. With how hard she's throwing it back I'm surprised her spine hasn't given out yet. Her affection is already at 25, and her obedience was sitting at a relatively low 15, but I don't give a shit.

House Pryor is a very small house, their seat, the island of Pebble isn't much bigger than House Baelish's spit of land on the fingers, and they can barely muster up 350 men if they scrape the bottom of the barrel hard enough. They aren't exactly rich either, well at least compared to most other noble houses in the Vale. All noble houses are extremely well off, but some are undoubtedly wealthier than others.

Feeling my orgasm building I'm pulled from my thoughts. Speeding up my thrusts, to Helena's approval I pull out after a few seconds, painting her already pale ass even whiter.

END check [50/25]

Was it dangerous to fuck her again after I already came once? Kind of, but I really do not give a fuck about the consequences. Helena is already barely holding on to whatever control she has of Pebble, with her husband dead and his only heir a girl, so she won't take any risks by giving birth to a bastard, even if it's my bastard.

She'll drink moon tea if she's smart, and if she doesn't? Well, I'm not about to leave the mother of my child out to dry, so I'll be forced to step in if anything happens. It'll also mean I'll have one more kid to hold land in my name in the future. All of Westeros will come to heel under me, and that means a lot of houses will go extinct in the future. I'll need trustworthy replacements in line for all those castles and keeps.

Who would be more trustworthy than my own children? I won't give them any massive amounts of power, that would just be stupid. At best I'll give them a fancy weapon to swing around and some minor magical abilities.

Do I care about the stain on my honor a bastard would bring? Nope. I can make magic weapons and armor. My bastards would be worth an entire house of trueborn heirs, that's just how it is. If I wasn't so sure Helena couldn't afford to do so, I'd be worried about her using me for a kid.

"Something on your mind?" Helena whispered after she finished cleaning herself, draping her arms over me from behind and leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Just wondering how I'm going to get away with visiting Pebble to see you." I answered, turning to the side and bringing her into my lap. Sex was great, but holding a woman after, and enjoying the afterglow together? It's the shit.

"Such a needy boy." The lady of Pebble teased as she pulled me into a soft kiss, our lips barely ghosting over each other before I pulled her further in, deepening our embrace.

Feeling me harden from her place on my lap, Helena shook her head mockingly, a coy smile gracing her face.

"Whatever will I do with you?" She purred as she gently pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me as she did so.

Letting myself go as she engulfed my cock with her eager slit, I chose to enjoy the ride as I watched her perky tits, around a B cup in size by my estimation bounce with her.

-A Restrictive Game-

All good things come to an end eventually. After nearly a week spent banging some of the hottest noblewomen the Vale of Arryn had to offer, we left the Gates of the Moon, returning to Heart's Home within a few days.

I wasn't idle though, not long after I got back and spent some time with Trysta I convinced my father to let me take a tour of the Vale. Inquiries about my spell-forging had already come pouring in, making Heart's Home look more and more like a breeding ground for the raven's that mark our house's coat of arms.

I wanted to get away from that for a little while, and thankfully Lyonel was cool with it. I thought he would want me to make more weapons or something, but he's been really chill about everything, always has been now that I think about it.

A week and a half after I set out and I was already in Gulltown. I would have gotten there sooner, but I got sidetracked when I stopped at Coldwater Burn. Lord Coldwater was an amazing host you see, or rather, Karis was an amazing host, so we stood there for a few days.

Lord Grafton was a bit frosty back at the Gates of the Moon, since I had his youngest son flogged in front of nearly three hundred people, but after the grand unveiling of my spell-forging abilities? He was all too happy to welcome my party to Gulltown. Gyles was still pissed, but he knew better than to show it.

I didn't come to Gulltown for them though. Gulltown was the only city in the Vale, a massive (at least by medieval standards) port city with traders and merchants from around the known world selling their wares.

While exploring the market district in Gulltown I came across an old Essosi merchant peddling his wares. Nothing unusual, Gulltown was a popular port town after all. What did catch my attention though, was the wickedly curved black long-dagger sitting on his rug.

It was a rough looking thing, not actually black, but a dark matte gray that didn't reflect any light off of it, an unfortunate coloration that not even the handle was safe from, as the entire thing was made from the same dark metal.

[Observe]

Black steel Long-Dagger: A ceremonial dagger made by the warlocks of Qarth. Black steel is the Warlocks' attempt at recreating Valyrian steel through the use of human sacrifice. Like the pyromancers of Kings Landing, the Warlocks of Qarth have had some success in recreating the magic of the Valyrian's. The magic within the blade is dense, but it's also uneven and spotty leading to a weapon barely better than steel.

20 + DEXx1.1 Slashing and Thrusting damage

MP: 0/5000

Effects:

Complete Rust resistance
Complete Chip Resistance
Blade Never Dulls or degrades
+5% EXP gain from killing things older than you

It's spell-forged, and by the warlocks of Qarth no less. Shit, will they be a bigger deal than they were in canon too? Just another thing to probably worry about at some point I suppose.

Still though, that EXP gain got me thinking; What if I mixed this with some of the Silver steel I had lying around back at Heart's Home?

"Ah, I see this here dagger has caught your eye, my lord!" The old merchant gushed, smelling a sale.

"It's quite the treasure you see. I found it in Essos, apparently it was made by those warlocks over in Qarth. They say it was spell-forged! I've had this blade and its twin for over eight years and I've never even had to sharpen them, my lord!" I already knew that, but I'll let the old fucker have his moment.

"Truly? And how much would such a weapon cost?" He's had it for over eight years with no takers so I'm assuming it'll be too expensive for most folk.

"100 silver stags, m'lord. It truly is a spell-forged blade, and the warlocks guard them jealously. You won't find another like it in all of Westeros, I guarantee it! Except for mine, of course, but I'm from Braavos, so you'll be the only owner of a Black steel blade on the entire continent!" He's good, I'll give him that. Most nobles would happily give up the equivalent of $40,000 for a spell-forged weapon that they could make a family heirloom out of.

I'm still going to buy the thing of course, but that's because I already knew how good it was just by looking at it.

"Hmm, how do I know it's truly spell-forged though? You could just be passing off a simple dagger as something worthwhile." The dagger is actually more valuable than he thinks, but he doesn't know that, and he certainly doesn't know that I know that.

"Ah, but my lord, surely one with eyes as keen as your own can see just how valuable this blade truly is! A dagger like this will serve you well as a side-arm, and can even serve your sons, and their sons!" The merchant gushed, doing everything he could to get the thing off of his rug.

"Well, how about this. If you're that sure about the quality of the blade, why don't you sell it to me for 80 stags? In return I'll purchase any more curious items you find in your travels, should you ever find yourself at Heart's Home." I offered.

70 silver stags is still a lot of money, and I know for a fact that this old ass merchant who couldn't even get a proper stand set up didn't so much as spend a quarter of that on the dagger. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it was stolen.

"You drive a hard bargain, my lord, but I suppose I can be convinced for 90 stags?" And so the haggling began before we settled on 85 Silver stags, and the occasional visit to Heart's Home to peddle his wares.

-A Restrictive Game-

My tour of the Vale was rather short, ending after spending a week visiting Pebble. I wanted to focus more on personal endeavors like getting my stats and skills as high as they could go, along with other projects like introducing the concept of crop rotations to the Mountain Clansmen that were still at Heart's Home.

I was never the farming type, being a city boy in my past life, but the idea was simple; plant different crops sequentially to improve soil health or something.

I had also started making alcohol out of a copper still I had set up in an unused tower I had refurbished for my projects. After the whole "I can spell-forge" thing came out Lyonel was all too happy to give me as much space as I needed to make even more breakthroughs.

So far I had recreated Vodka, Brandy, and I even made some cherry bounce since we had a bunch of cherries on hand. They were all hits with the people of Heart's Home, and Lyonel loved the cherry bounce so much he hugged me right there in the dining hall after taking his first sip. Apparently mother loved cherries, which is why Lyonel had so many cherry trees planted around Heart's Home.

The more you know, I guess?

Once the initial tasting was over I began to sell them to some of the wealthier merchants I had gotten to know back in Gulltown who were sure that they'd sell well around the world after getting a taste of it for themselves.

It wasn't long after I got back from making those sales that I got my first real weapon commision, instead of a request from some fuck that thinks they're too cool to pay for it. I hadn't expected it so soon since I set the price to an exorbitant one million gold dragons, or nearly 80,000,000,000 USD. There are only three people in the seven kingdoms that I can think of who'd seriously commission a spell-forged weapon, and one of them isn't likely to display his wealth so openly.

So that meant it was either Mace Tyrell, or Tywin Lannister.

It was Mace, which both relieved and scared me. Tywin had been searching for a replacement for Brightroar for years, and now he wants to sit on his ass doing nothing? It's suspicious as fuck.

Back to Mace though, he wanted a sword to pass on to his heir Willas, although since the man was crippled it'll likely be wielded by either Garlan or Loras until Willas' heir comes of age.

He was very particular about what he wanted the sword to look like, so we remained in correspondence as I'd send him drawings of what the sword would look like and he'd make adjustments to fit the image he had in his head.

I managed to get on his good side by asking questions about the Reach, nothing invasive or suspicious of course, just general questions about the kingdom; How often are tourney's held in the Reach? What is it about your kingdom that you enjoy the most?

Mace is an oaf, I know that from my meta knowledge, but you wouldn't be able to tell from the letters we exchanged. He's as well written and articulate as any lord ought to be, and communicating with him was an interesting experience.

In the end I was able to get the sword exactly how he liked it, at least in the pictures. I offered a lifetime warranty, where he'd pay an extra hundred thousand and should the blade not meet his standards, or get lost like Valyrian steel blades often have within the next 10 years I'd replace it for free.

Mace was all too happy to do so, and after the first half of the payment was delivered by caravan to Heart's Home I sent the sword back with them.

Pruning: A spell-forged arming sword commissioned by Mace Tyrell for his house. Mace Tyrell was in correspondence with Lyon Corbray for over a month before he was finally satisfied with the appearance of the blade.

100 +2x(STR + DEX) Slashing and thrusting damage

MP: 0/500

Effects:

Complete Rust resistance

Complete Break Resistance

Bypasses 50% of all resistances

Absorbs 5 points of HP from enemies per hit

Mace wanted the entirety of the hilt to be made out of spell-forged gold which was fine by me. The pommel had a golden rose etched into it, and the grip was covered in brown leather. The guard was in a simple cross shape with dark green vines covering it, and part of the blade. The blade was silver with dark green rippling that took on a floral pattern.

At this point all I have to do is think about what I want the pattern and color to look like and my magic will make it happen.

Mace was pleased with the final product, noting that no matter what he did, the blade wouldn't so much as chip.

Damn right it wouldn't, I made that shit.

With a final letter offering to host me at High Garden should I ever visit the Reach our transaction was complete.

With the million plus gold dragons Mace sent I can finally fund a project I've had in mind, but I don't have enough time to set things in motion which sucks.

Ah well, there's always next year.

Beyond that I was able to successfully combine Silver-Steel and Black-Steel and got something I decided to call Sky-Steel.

Sky-Steel ingot: An ingot made out of Sky-Steel. Sky-Steel is made from two parts Silver Steel to One part Black Steel. A strange metal that bears a shocking resemblance to Valyrian steel.

Effects:
Complete Rust resistance
Complete Chip Resistance
Never Dulls
Bypasses all resistances of lower lvl beings
+3% exp when killing an enemy, +2% exp when defeating an enemy

It was amazing. The EXP boost will carry me far. I almost regret choosing the boon of the Seven.

I reforged Ravensheart with some Sky-Steel mixed in and got this,

Ravensheart+4: A Spell-forged sword made by Lyon Corbray with blood magic and later reforged with Sky-steel. Ironwood shavings were used during the forging process making this blade resistant to all forms of fire and heat. This weapon is steeped in magic making it the perfect conduit for arcane energies.

180 + 2.8x(STR + DEX) slashing and thrusting damage
135 + INTx1.8 Magic damage
MP – 0/1600
Effects:
Complete Rust resistance
Complete Break Resistance
Complete Fire resistance
Bypasses all resistances
+40% extra damage
Blade never dulls or degrades
+800% damage to undead
+15% EXP when killing an opponent, +10% EXP when defeating an opponent
Channeling MP along the blade will enable Hallowed Flames buff.

It was at +8 and dealing 225 base damage with 2.8x(STR + DEX) added on. The base damage only went down by 45 points and the multiplier stayed the same. Hell, with the upgrade cost being as low as it is I'll be able to get it to +8 again by the end of the month, the damage will be insane by that point. That's not even mentioning the +40% extra damage I get from it, I'm still wondering where that came from.

Hallowed flames are basically buffed Sacred Flames, which is always nice. The flaming aura was damn near solid, like it was plasma instead of fire. The blade took on a strange coloration though. It glowed bright white at the base that turned cyan at the edges, and had an almost glass-like blade colored almost entirely dark gray with black branch-like accents that became more prevalent near the base.

I have no clue why it came out looking like that, but I fuck with it.

My major skills have all reached level 99 by this point, I just need to pull off some crazy shit to push them to level 100. My other skills have been leveling like crazy though since I've started my whole self improvement training arc.

-A Restrictive Game-

"You wanted a roll in the hay with a real woman?! Well you got one you raven fuck!" Chella, chief MILF of the Black Ears tribe exclaimed as she rode me into the bed.

She had come with the other chieftains to give an in-person report of their settling to Merka and decided to stay for a few days after we extended our hospitality to them. I decided to put the moves on her, since she had clearly caught me making eyes at her while we were at the Gates of the Moon and seemed to reciprocate.

She had one hell of a glow-up after shedding the dirty "armor" she and her people wore and getting introduced to some basic fucking hygiene. After shedding her raggedy ass armor and revealing a surprisingly fit figure, I knew I had to get her into my bed.

I already had a mountain girl, but this one was a MILF and you can never have enough MILFs, that's just how it is. So after spending the entire day flirting with each other, she asked me if I was ready to get to the good part.

I wasn't ready. This woman is a fucking beast in the sack and I wasn't ready whatsoever.

"You like that don't you?" She moaned dangerously, "You like it when I move my hips like this." Chella purred, grinding her hips into me.

I fucking loved it.

"I'm not like those girls you fuck, am I? I know how to please my man, how to make him beg for more." She whispered as she lay kisses on my neck and jaw.

No fucking way am I about to lose to this uppity bitch.

Reaching around her hips to grab two handfuls of her ass I use it as leverage and start thrusting deep into Chella, taking her by surprise.

"F-fuck!" She howled, not used to losing control.

Pushing my advantage I flip us over, now in a mating press and seal any protest with a searing kiss.

It wasn't long after I took control that she came, raking her nails across my back and leaving shallow scratches. Undeterred I kept going, powered solely by the desire to attain my nut.

I could only last for a few more minutes before I blew my load straight into Chella's pussy.

END Check [50/12.5]

Chella's an amazing lay. She's a bit hairier down there than I'm used to, but she's taken to proper hygiene like a fish to water so I can deal with it.

Honestly? 9/10 would fuck again. In fact... Looking at Chella laying on her back, eyes unfocused and breath coming out in exhausted pants made me want to go back for seconds.

Moving between her legs once again, I lift her right leg over my shoulder and line myself up with her still leaking slit.

"Wha-?" Chella began to ask before I entered her warm depths, eliciting a loud groan from the chieftess.

"You thought I was done with you?" I rhetorically asked as I roughly grabbed one of her tits, a little more than a handful topped with small light brown nipples.

This time she wasn't ready for it. Before she was a proud war chief, ready to teach a silly boy a lesson in the art of lovemaking, but now? All she could do was pant and moan as I took her.

The rest of that night was spent using Chella as a fleshlight, but even still she wouldn't give in, matching my thrusts and switching positions often so she was on top.

It was a tug of war for control and we both loved every second of it.

Thrusting deep inside of her from behind I spill my seed one last time.

END Check [50/62.5]

"I think you've had enough for one night, wouldn't you agree?" I snarked at Chella.

Collapsing onto the bed still sheathed in Chella, I assume the coveted position of the big spoon, putting an arm around her and giving her a kiss before pulling a thin blanket over us.

"That's a cute way to say you can't take anymore. I'll let you off just this once, Lyon," She whispered back, nipping at my ear.

It seems my conquest of the Black Ears is still ongoing.

-A Restrictive Game-

As I stared at the small flame dancing in the palm of my hand I once again came to the realization that I'm a massive dumbass.

I was in the forge working on a set of Sky-Steel armor, since I had successfully recreated Black-Steel by draining the blood of a pig into the furnace and channeling mana into the flames.

Don't ask.

So there I was playing with my mana while staring at the kiln waiting for the big ass crucible I set up to finish cooking my Sky-Steel and I started looking at the fire. I was still fucking around with my magic at this point, but my mind was focused entirely on the fire.

The way it burned, the color, even the way it moved when all of a sudden my palm ignited for a split second, scaring the shit out of me before I cut it off the mana fueling it.

It took a few more tries after that before I was able to do it again. Why can I suddenly fire bend? Apparently it's just another facet of the magic system in this bitch ass world.

I always thought fire magic was exclusively R'hllor's territory, but then I remembered the Valyrian's who practiced religious freedom and probably had dozens of religions. Yet they were known for all manner of magics as a society, including pyromancy.

Even the Pyromancer's of King's Landing had some success in that field with Wildfire, and I don't think they worship the Red God.

So there I was, fire magic in my arsenal and yet I still felt like a monumental failure. I experimented with it of course, but the best I can do is throw a fireball that only really becomes effective after I pump at least 60 MP into it. 60 MP for a fireball that would only kill a single person. I might as well just stab them for free. I got a skill for it though, but it's not the most helpful.

Pyromancy (Passive/Active) LVL 19 (24%): The art of magical flame manipulation. Pyromancy was one of the many schools of magic founded by the Valyrian's before the collapse of their civilization.

Fire magic is +38% more effective
Cost: Varies

That's it, just increased effectiveness and I have to make the spells myself. Unlike Bulk-up and Agility I get EXP from leveling it up, so that's nice at least. Just casting spells doesn't net me any EXP either, I actually have to put in work and improve my skill to do that.

Now that I think about it, doesn't this skill prove that R'hllor kind of gyped me when he offered minor flame manipulation as a quest reward? Eh, he's gonna give me an entire religion of eternally sexy fire witches, so he's still a bro.

The discovery of Pyromancy led me to further experimentation with my magic, which hadn't even been a focus until now. I ventured to a nearby stream and stared at it while channeling mana into my hand until it got wet, which got me the Aquamancy skill.

Aquamancy (Passive/Active) LVL 14 (93%): The art of magical water manipulation. Aquamancy was one of the many schools of magic founded by the Valyrian's before the collapse of their civilization.

Water magic is 28% more effective
Cost: Varies

Aquamancy is dope. It isn't very good for combat, at least not yet, but the practical aspects are incredible. I can use it to sense nearby sources of water and can extend the range by focusing more MP into the ability.

I also gained the Geomancy skill.

Geomancy (Passive/Active) LVL 15 (40%): The art of magical earth manipulation. Geomancy was one of the many schools of magic founded by the Valyrian's before the collapse of their civilization.

Earth magic is 30% more effective
Cost: Varies

I just thought really hard about what rocks and dirt felt like while focusing mana into my hand until I had a palm full of gravel. I can make big rocks and stuff, which is cool I guess. I tried making gold, but I couldn't make it or any other metals which sucks.

I can however sense metals in the ground. I tried to recreate the seismic sense ability from Avatar, and felt something in the ground a few feet away that turned out to be a single copper star.

It was during a nice day with a soft breeze that I figured out Aeromancy.

Aeromancy (Passive/Active) LVL 10 (85%): The art of magical air manipulation. Aeromancy hadn't yet been discovered by the Valyrian's before the collapse of their civilization. It was instead discovered by Lyon Corbray of Westeros.

Wind magic is 20% more effective
Cost: Varies

I can make wind blow around a little bit, which will be good for throwing off my scent I suppose. Once I find a way to level it up I'll be able to pull off some shenanigans though.

I have too much shit to work on and nowhere near enough time to work on it. I'm not naive enough to think that I can sit out every major conflict in the series. If I take the Vale from Lysa the lords that supported me will expect me to fight with the Starks once the war of the five kings pops off, and I need to do that anyway to conquer Westeros.

I also want to be at King's Landing for the Hand's Tourney. I plan on ending Gregor Clegane's pillaging of the Riverlands before it can begin in earnest to fuck Tywin over, and I need a good excuse to be in the area.

I just hope I'm ready.

- A Restrictive Game-

I was called to Lyonel's solar one morning three and a half months after we returned from the Gates of the Moon where he broke the news. Jon Arryn died seemingly overnight from a sudden sickness, but with everything he now knew about Lysa, Lyonel suspected that he'd been poisoned.

He's right, but not for the reason he thinks. Lysa poisoned Jon, that's true, but it wasn't because she found out about Jon's plans to disinherit Robert, it was because he planned on sending him to Dragonstone to keep him safe from the Lannister's.

Still though, it's best to let everyone think Lysa killed Jon to cover up her infidelity, since it would only help my cause.

"What do you think we should do with this information, son?" Lyonel asked. He had taken to testing me like this over the past few months, wanting to make sure I'd be able to stand on my own two feet once I become warden of the East.

"If Lysa truly poisoned grandfather then it's unlikely he told her anything, or even suspected that she knew. It's possible that she doesn't even know about our plans to expose her son as Baelish's bastard." It's possible she didn't even know about Jon's discovery, but I won't be telling anyone that.

"Even if she did suspect us, what will she do about it? If she runs off to Riverrun and convinces lord Hoster to go to war we can sway either the Bracken's or Blackwood's over to our side and crush them. The Riverlands suffer from divided leadership, and we can use that against them.

The North is also a factor we'd have to consider in the worst case scenario. Lord Stark is married to Lady Lysa's sister after all, and was practically raised by my grandfather, but we may be able to convince him of Lysa's infidelity.

Worst case scenario, we face down the combined might of the North and the Riverlands with less than 50,000 men of our own, and perhaps a couple of sellsword companies. Best case scenario, Lady Lysa knows nothing and we peacefully overthrow her and her bastard. The odds are in our favor, however, and should the worst come to pass we'll be able to use the division in the Riverlands to our advantage." I finished, having thought about this exact situation many times before.

"Very good, but you're forgetting one crucial detail." I am?

"The lords involved in our little plot have kept proof of Lord Arryn's suspicions about Lysa. While that may not be enough to dissuade Lord Tully should Lysa go running to him, it should be enough for Lord Stark, and King Robert." Oh shit, I forgot about Robert.

We did not want to involve the king in any way, and there's a precedent for succession disputes being handled solely by the kingdoms involved, unless royalty was involved, but if he felt like butting in there wasn't much we could do to stop him, especially since he'd have the backing of at least the Crownlands, the Stormlands and the North.

My surprise must have shown on my face because Lyonel let out a chuckle, before patting my shoulder.

"You did good my boy, very good, but some things can only come with age. The plan shall remain unchanged, although I still don't understand why you want to visit King's Landing after the king returns from the North." Lyonel said.

"Curiosity mostly. The king is also known for throwing lavish tourney's, and he'll no doubt host one after he chooses his new hand. It'll be a good opportunity to earn his favor." I told Lyonel.

"I see, well I'll leave things in your hands then." And with that I was dismissed.

It was nearly time for dinner, so I grabbed Merka from the maester's chambers after she was done with her lessons and told one of the servants I spotted to have Trysta bring our meals up to us.

"Not that this isn't a pleasant surprise, but what's the occasion." Merka asked, growing more and more refined over the past few months. She'd taken to her lessons well, and had taken to commanding her people even better. Not only that, but after training in the yard for the past two months she's grown considerably more skilled at arms.

At this rate she might see a noble title in her lifetime.

"I just want to spend some time with you and Trysta, my love." I replied

-A Restrictive Game-

New Skills Created!
Mana Manipulation (Passive/Active) LVL 1 (8%): The art of pure mana manipulation, unchanged by elements.

All magic is 1% more effective
Cost: Varies

Mana Boost (Active) LVL 1 (23%): Use your mana to create a platform that quickly propels you forward.
Cost: 100 MP

Oh?

+1 INT! Congratulations! You've reached 50 in all stats! Please accept your reward!
+1 Gacha Token

Oh?!

Hidden Quest Completed: Ready to rumble

Objective: Reach 50 points in all stats before the War of the Five Kings starts

Reward: 50000 EXP, Stats are now capped at 100

+50000(+20%) EXP = 73963/16000

LVL up x4! +8 Stat Points! +4 to all stats!

OH?! Marcy, I love you so much! You really are the best girl, did you know that?!

Aww, I love you too, master! And I already knew that, but thanks! Consider this a reward for once again surpassing my expectations, you've earned it.

Fuck yes...

Lyon Corbray

LVL – 20
Class – Lord [19/25]
EXP – 3963/20000
HP – 730 (6.6% per min)
SP – 880 (8.1% per min)
MP – 470 (5.4% per min)
STR – 82
DEX – 70
END – 81
CON – 66
INT – 54
WIS – 57
CHA – 91
Points – 18

INT was a bitch to level up. In fact, up until I learned elemental magic, I didn't earn a single point outside of level ups. No amount of reading or big brain activities would bear any fruit.

Then I learned Pyromancy and got a single point in INT for it. Every other school of magic didn't give me shit though. I also tried to learn Electromancy, but I couldn't get it to work for whatever reason.

Probably because I've never been close enough to fucking lightning to figure it out.

Still, since I couldn't get any points from learning new elements I decided to go back to pure mana manipulation, and created my first real spell.

I have to wonder why I could make spells from mana manipulation and not from the elemental schools of magic?

Because Mana manipulation is a skill that effects all types of magic rather than any specific element. The skill was just the catalyst to learning it, sir.

Oh, well alright then. Let's talk about that gacha token though.

Don't expect them too often. I planned on giving you a token once you got 50 across the board from the very beginning, master. I set up the Gacha pool with items you'll find useful, so there's no need to worry about any terrible pulls.

Cool, cool. So I'll just [Observe] this, and...

Gacha Token: Flip this coin to receive a fabulous prize from the gacha pool! Your super sexy and incredibly smart system Marcy set this up all for you! Don't you feel special?

I really do. Flipping the coin I watched as it fell to the ground and de-materialized, leaving a... Is that a fucking USB stick?

[Observe]

Sword of a Thousand Truths: A legendary sword deemed too powerful to ever grace the World... Of Warcraft. It has been prophesized by Salzman in accounting that one day, the sword will find a worthy owner. Legends say that this all powerful weapon can slay even that which has no life.

What the serious fuck? How am I supposed to use this, Marcy? There are no computers in this world, Marcy! And even if there were I don't fucking play World of Warcraft!

Pffft-HAHAHAHAHA! You should have seen the look on your face when you were observing it, master! Oh, that was incredible.

Not cool, Marcy. Not cool.

It was pretty cool, don't lie. Anyway that was just a joke, here's your real gacha item.

The Sword of a Thousand Truths vanished from my hand, replaced by a big ass rock on the floor.

The hell is this?

Shining Meteorite: A metallic meteorite about the size of a large dog. It's unknown what gives this ore its distinctive glow, but it's remarkably similar to Dawn, the legendary greatsword of House Dayne.

Oh... Oh fuck yes, this is just what I needed! Once I turn this bad boy into a sword I'll get smithing to 100 for sure, and once I pull up to King's Landing with "Dawn, but better" everyone pair of panties in the Seven Kingdoms will drop for me.

Of course, sir. Anyway I'm going to update the system a bit, so you won't hear from me for a few days. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, Love you!

Love you too, marcy.

Bonus Scene: Musings of a king

Robert didn't often find himself thinking of the Corbray's, but given recent events he couldn't help it. Janine's son was making waves before he unveiled seven weapons on par with Valyrian steel that he made himself.

Even in King's Landing they heard about the young lord blessed by the Seven, but until recently Robert always considered it a pile of horse shit. How could the Seven save the life of the son while condemning the mother?

Although, killing the parents of boys that still needed them seems to be what the Seven who are one do best.

Regardless, after news of the unveiling spread across the Seven Kingdoms he was more willing to believe some of the shit the Faith have been spewing about him this past decade.

If only his little shit sons were more like Janine's boy. Although it's still not too late for Tommen to turn out right. Joffrey's a little cunt though, but Robert was willing to take part of the blame for that one. He'd never guided his son the way he should have.

Ah, Janine. If there was ever a woman other than Lyanna he'd want to spend the rest of his life with it would have been her. She was the first woman he ever had feelings for beyond wanting to fuck her. She was kind to him, quick witted, good on horseback and with a bow, but it wasn't meant to be.

Jon had made it clear from the moment he'd started making eyes at her that he wouldn't tolerate any attempts on his part to woo her. She was betrothed to Lyonel Corbray even back then. A miner in Corbray lands over a decade before he and Ned went to the Eyrie struck silver, making the formerly poor house one of the wealthiest in the Vale almost overnight.

Janine and Lyonel had a romance straight out of a storybook, which was something Robert always wanted for himself. Sure, he got a taste of every woman he could get his hands on, but he was an unbetrothed young man in the prime of his life for crying out loud! Even honorable Ned got down and dirty when they were still lads!

But once he laid eyes on Lyanna he knew no other woman would ever make him feel the way she did. He knew that well, so he wanted to enjoy the freedom that came with being an unmarried man for as long as he could before he settled down with the love of his life.

What a fool he was.

That day Rhaegar crowned his betrothed, his Lyanna, the queen of love and beauty, he was fuming, although anyone that didn't know him well wouldn't have been able to tell. Let it never be said that Robert Baratheon couldn't play the game if he needed to.

Things were never the same after Ned brought her body back from Dorne. Most days he struggles just to get out of bed, and no, it's not because he's fucking fat. He has no patience for attending to the needs of the realm, but on his good days, few as they were, he's on the throne being the king he was supposed to be, playing with his children, and even sharing a proper conversation with his wife that didn't end with the both of them at each others throats.

By the gods he wishes he had the strength to have more good days, to be a proper father to his children, even if they all look like bloody Lannister's, to be a proper husband to his wife, even if she's an evil bitch, and to be a proper king to his subjects, even if they're all a bunch of lackwit lickspittles.

But Robert's heart isn't as strong as his body, it never was. When they watched their parents die in that horrible shipwreck Stannis had been the one to squeeze both his and Renly's hands, as if to tell the that everything would be all right despite the tragedy they had just witnessed.

When Ned brought Lyanna's body back from Dorne, Robert had collapsed into himself, but it was Ned who brought him back from that dark place, even if he went back there eventually.

When the realm needed a proper king, Jon Arryn, the man who had always loved him like a son, stepped up and ruled for over 15 years in his stead before his old age finally caught up to him.

Robert wished he had their fortitude, their ability to weather the blows life threw at you and stand up ready for more.

But more than that he wishe-

"Your grace, the wheelhouse has broken down again."

He wished he brought his fucking war-hammer with him so that he could tear that damned thing apart!


Bam bitches, after three weeks I've finally got this chapter done. I'm not sorry. This chapter was pretty hard to write since it was just a bunch of loosely connected preparation scenes. I also introduced elemental magic. The new skills he has are purely mastery skills. He can sort of make spells, but all the skills do is increase the effectiveness of their respective elements.

If anyone has a problem with magic then I urge you to go fuck yourselves. I told you dorks from the jump that there would be more magic.

Next chapter will be when shit starts to pop off in King's Landing, so get ready for that in like another two or three weeks. Might be sooner since I have a lot more to work with, but don't get your hopes up.

Also, I'm on Discord! After the last chapter dropped I got my own studio on Shiro's discord server.

Discord Link: discord .gg/k3TZB9

Come on over if you have any questions about the fic, or just want to fuck around.

As always, let me know where I fucked up.

~Get Creamed on~