I probably should have felt like the scum of the Earth yet I didn't. By forgetting that the rule of cool only existed in media and not in real life for a good reason, I kinda, no definitely fucked but it was what it was.

What?

You expected me to begin sobbing, be torn by inside guilt, vow to never use my power again or maybe to atone for my sins.

It sounded too exhausting and honestly counterproductive. Crying wouldn't bring back the dead, tears wouldn't make the situation better even I felt as if I had wanted to cry so then what would be the point?

I had fucked up, obliterated a continent because of it. There was nothing more to the situation except maybe try to be careful if there was a next time.

I truly hope there wasn't one. I already knew that this would ensure that in the following days, my lazing around and my nap times would most likely be affected.

Honestly, in retrospect, maybe I should have let Luke die. Sure he was a nice kid and all of that but if I had known the headache that would have come after saving him, I'm not sure I would have done anything even if he looked like the cousin I had in my past life because the truth was that no matter how much Lucerys Velaryon reminded me of them, he still wasn't my cousin, he still wasn't my family.

None of those people in this world were truly family I had to remind myself. They were more living animated pages of a book, in real-life TV show frames than anything else.

Damn, I miss the feel of my bed in Driftmark, any bed to be honest. There was nothing left worth seeing here.

I should have gone back to Dragonstone but, No, instead for some reason I couldn't fathom myself, I began extinguishing the fires still burning by flattening them with gravity, by making it rain by making clouds enter in contact. I never thought that my physics class would truly serve me one day but here we were I guess.

I knew I wasn't doing it because of guilt because I honestly didn't care that much. I guess I was maybe doing it because letting the Stormlands on fire could possibly make things harder in the long term for me like sure I knew I would still be blamed for what happened here but at least they wouldn't be able to say I left fire here.

God, I truly wish they leave me alone after that. They should understand that with what I'm capable of doing, poking me would be a bad idea right?

Why was I lying to myself? This was Westeros. Of course, somebody will be dumb enough to not let me in peaceful tranquillity.

Anyway, What I was doing could technically be called science-based or at least science-based in bullshit but bullshitting was sometimes all you needed.

The little thing to know is that rain kinda occurs when water droplets in clouds become heavy enough to overcome updrafts and fall to the ground. It was a simplification of a simplification but we were freestyling so that was fine.

By using gravitational force, I pulled the clouds above me together, increasing their density and causing them to collide.

This collision helped the water droplets within the clouds to coalesce, forming larger droplets that can now fall as rain.

It wasn't all of course. The increased pressure and temperature change created by me pulling clouds together accelerated condensation, further building up the water droplets to a size that should be suitable enough for rain.

After that, there remained only one last step which was manipulating gravity on specific parts of the clouds, to potentially create artificial updrafts (air moving upwards) and downdrafts (air moving downwards).

Maybe I would have slept less in physics class in my past life if I knew one day it would have been useful. Probably would have still taken those naps. They were divine.

Except that? I was also trying to check if there were any survivors.

I knew that it was unlikely and all of that but humans whether they wanted to admit it or not were kinda like cockroaches. I could accept that but saying that all died? That was something I wouldn't bet on.

I was proven right when my gaze fell on a castle that had clearly seen better days but hey, at least, there still were things standing, unlike all the rest of the human habitations of the Stormlands that seemed to have been disintegrated by my little oopsie.

I guess It was time to go down, to check if there were survivors or stuff. Did I really have to? The night would fall soon and I could feel the call of my bed.

Yeah, let's check. Maybe I would find something interesting. Reversing the reversed mini gravity field I had set around my body to fly.

Gravity came back to its senses and like an outraged angry grandma too good-looking with curves in the perfect place you had touch the glorious gluteus, I was punted out of the sky, the ground approaching closer and closer.

This was the kind of fall I guess that would have probably turned a human into a paste. Honestly, maybe I should let it happen to me. Maybe this time, death would stuck and I would not have to worry about whatever nonsense Westeros would probably throw at me in the future.

Still, I'm not sure if such a fall would be enough to kill in one go. Imagine for whatever reason, I survived still hurts a lot but alive.

That would be embarrassing and very annoying. Pain and I were more bitter exes than anything. I guess I would have to deal with Westeros for longer.

Purpled hues bloomed from the soles of my feet as I activated my ability that began to slow me down before leaving me hovering probably not more than 5 meters or above the ground.

Anyway, My gaze fell on my reflection in a blade, a valyrian steel one that for whatever nonsense had survived. Oh sure, it looked on the point of breaking and all of that, full of cracks and bending in a way that maybe a Dothraki would have loved but still, that was ridiculous. Man, the Valyrians knew their stuff. It is a shame that they were inbred incestual slaving morons who died and that honestly no one except their noble descendants who regretted its destruction.

Still, even battered the way it was, I was sure that I could still sell it for a good enough price, enough to buy the new Lys Pillow which I heard is the softest in the world at this moment.

I had wanted one before and asked my uncle because they were honestly expensive even For a scion of one if not the current Wealthiest house of Westeros but my uncle had told me that I would need to be more active to have it.

He had acted as if I couldn't see the trap. I had said no. I hadn't wanted to deal with the other people in Driftmark more than necessary, to be honest, always doing something, always plotting, always being exhausting.

I inspected my face a little bit more through the blade. Yeah, still no blemish, still looks perfect. A face only good sleep and no stress and fuck given could give. Perfect.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of something moving. Hum, it seemed I actually didn't do a permakill.

It was kinda nice I guess. I didn't kill Infinity X people. I just killed Infinity X-16. Completely better.

The doors or at least what remained of whatever castle this was opened and out of it came a haggle of frightened-looking people, ugly andal looking people.

They looked at me and I watched their eyes widen.

Regardless, even though I knew I was good-looking, it was kinda becoming awkward so I did the natural thing.

I raised a hand "What's up?"

What? That should be good enough, I hoped. I really wanted whatever this was to end so that I could leave and finally relax.

Now that I was paying more attention to it, the guy before me kinda looked like my dear aunt Rhaenys, you know, the one who allowed herself to be cucked from her throne at a time when her side had the most dragons.

The guy kinda looks like her which meant that he probably was a Baratheon and that the castle was probably what remained of Stormsend.

He had the same black like Vanta black hair that she had. Yeah, she had her looks from the books which means purple eyes and black hair. My cousins inherited their valyrian looking hair from my uncle and not hair.

But it doesn't make sense you would think. Why are Rhaneyra'a children still seen as bastards? After all, their grandmother was dark of hair so it was possible right? You would think so before comparing their hair.

The kids of Rhaenyra had hair that seemed more a dark brown than anything when the dark hair of a Baratheon was literally unmistakable. More than that, something near a hundred per cent of them even got them so still not helpful in proving that Rhaenyra's baby daddy was Laenor.

Even without all of this, they all kinda inherited a jawline that could be said to be strong and when Valyrians features are generally by nature soft, dainty, and pretty, you kinda notice when it's not the case.

I could understand the hype about Stormsend now. It was the only structure still standing in a devastated apocalyptic-looking area probably the size of Italy or something.

I may be wrong but if I remember it well, Westeros was kinda as big if not bigger than the South American continent.

All of this is to say that Stormsend probably had been built with some form of magic because there are no explanations for how they would be the only ones able to survive the consequences of the impact of a meteor strike even if not directly unless their castle was originally made to resist gods like the legends said.

Maybe they also just had been lucky to survive and I was seeing things where there were nine. Also, I already knew that humans were kinda like cockroaches. It's just that in this case, the cockroaches happened to be powerful nobles which is something now that I thought more about kinda had a double entendre but let's discard that and ball.

Why were they still silent? Why were they all so looking under at my feet? Oh, oh. I got it. I was still kinda flying. It wasn't fortunately that other kind of looking.

They honestly looked as if they went past the verge of the breakdown, came back and were on the point of going through it again.

Not cool…I guess?

It would be so much less awkward if Aunt Rhaenys was there. She knew how to boss people around. Also, maybe seeing kin instead of a flying unknown white-haired boy after your land had been destroyed would have probably been better.

Unfortunately, Aunty Rhaenys was still stuck in Kingslanding which was weird because if I remembered it well, she should have successfully escaped. Something had changed.

Rhaenys was many things but at least she knew how to keep my uncle mostly in check from his stupidity and something told me, especially with the conversations we just had Before I flew that she would be needed unless I wanted to make my uncle go splat. She seemed to be the only one he truly listened to. I also knew that she was close to her granddaughters and my uncle possibly endangering their standings, Baela as queen for example would not sit well with her. I could feel an idea brewing in my mind.

Technically, no one would have to say anything if I got rid of them right, not that it was what I would do. It just meant that I was free to use them for my idea and that I would most likely not be bothered by anyone if something happened to them due to it.

I mean, in Rhaenyra's eyes, they were traitors and probably would have been the cause of Lucerys' death. She would not be merciful to them.

For the greens, they could offer nothing more. What would be the point of their support when no stormlands were remaining?

What value remained of them when in truth, they kinda have nothing of true importance?

"How are you doing this fine evening Borras?" I spoke.

Outrage flashed on his face and the faces of the people around him. Finally! Something else than shock.

"It is Borros."

"I don't care to be honest," I told him. "There are no points in knowing the name of a dead man."

And just to make my idea come to fruition, to seem more convincing I raised a hand, my palm turned in the direction of the sky.

"My name is Monterys Velaryon," I told him as the ground began to crack and lift above our heads.

I watched something like recognition and fear bloom in their eyes, not my name but as I activated my ability. I watched Borros fall to his knees while his remaining people stood frozen. They were probably having the Westerosi equivalent of Vietnam flashbacks.

I truly hoped that all of this was worthwhile. I was after all only doing all of this because I wanted to keep the future annoyances at a minimum even though I just wanted to fuck off to my bed.

"I'm the guy who's the reason why you are now kinda lord of nothing and I am here to finish the job I guess."

A guy who was clearly not what would we say the most intellectually gifted rushed at me with a sword.

"You'll pay for the destruction you brought, demon," the mook said or some shit.

I did what any civilized person would do best in my place to save their life which was to apply uniformly an intense gravitational force around his body to literally liquefy.

"So like I was saying," I continued ignoring the gasps, screams and is that puke, yeah definitely puke from the survivors. "I'm just there to finish the job."

Their screams became even louder. Jeez, did they really have to do so? That was so inconsiderate of them. Don't they know that people's ears can be sensitive, that hearing them scream was everything but relaxing?

"Wait! Wait! I'll give you everything!" The Baratheon man spoke. Hook, line and sinker.

"Truly?" I spoke feigning surprise.

"Yes! Yes! I am telling the truth!"

I hummed loudly on purpose of course as if I was debating internally on the truth of his words. What did he look like a kicked puppy? It's not as if I would have truly hurt him. I thought he would have seen through it, that I would have to posture a little bit more. I mean, I thought the average life of a lord revolved around threatening and being threatened most of them not meaning anything.

I smiled at the man as, with a curl of my finger, gravity took back its normal course. The me of before would have probably looked at me and wondered what the fuck I was doing.

I could have, would have just looked at the destruction and gone back to take a nap but there was kinda now this part of me that wanted to do more, more for myself, to finally stop being goddamned boring and if doing so ensure I would be able to laze around more freely in the future, why not?

"Do you know what is a jailbreak?"

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