2 WOLFSWOOD!?!?!?

~~Previously in the life of The Samurai, our MC filled out The Survey.~~

3rd Person P.O.V.—-

In the heart of a tranquil, snow-draped forest, where the golden tendrils of daylight struggled to pierce the wintry canopy, a youth of mere two decades lay bare, blissfully unaware of his surroundings.

The frigid embrace of the environment rudely awakened him from his slumber. "Damn, why's it so bone-chilling out here?" he exclaimed, springing to his feet with an abrupt jolt. "Hang on a second! Why am I stark naked? Wait, wait, wait... Where in the world am I?" The lad was on the brink of losing his wits, much like anyone else would under these peculiar circumstances.

"I remember, I was in the middle of filling out that survey, then I must've dozed off. But what's this?" His thoughts tumbled out in a frantic mumble as his fingers stumbled upon a lone sheet of parchment. On this parchment, a message unfurled before his eyes—

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Greetings, young mortal. I am R.O.B., a Random Omnipotent Being! Yes, you've undergone transmigration. No, you're not some chosen one of epic proportions. You were simply plucked from the lottery pool of 8 billion souls on Earth. So, rejoice, for you now find yourself in a Game of Thrones world, equipped with the powers of your choosing. Take a gander, there's a samurai suit and a gleaming katana behind you... now! Go sow chaos and infuse your existence with amusement, for I shall be your spectator!

P.S.: You are presently within the Wolf's Wood, approximately 300 miles to the west of Winterfell. Furthermore, the year stands at 250 A.C.

P.S.: This parchment is slated to ignite in... 3!

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"Wha-a-ahh! That fucking R.O.B.! It burst into flames right on the count of 3, no less! 1-2-3, or was it 3-2-1? And, honestly, there's actually a samurai suit and a katana standing here now, things that definitely weren't here a moment ago," he muttered while gazing at the armor and the newly-acquired katana, now irrefutably his.

"I think I've genuinely transmigrated into the world of Game of Thrones, because I doubt anyone would waste their time and money pulling such an elaborate prank on me." He ventured toward the samurai armor, ready to don it with an air of anticipation. But, to his surprise, he stumbled upon yet another piece of parchment, which he quickly set aside, unwilling to let it distract him from the biting cold.

[A/N: The images of the Katana and the Armor]

"Wow! This armor is more comfortable than I imagined. And that katana, damn, it's the epitome of badass! And let's not forget about my new body! I'm absolutely loving this!" he exclaimed with sheer delight.

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These pieces of armor and the katana are forged from the finest modern steel, making them every bit as formidable as Valyrian Steel.

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[A/N: George R. R. Martin, the brilliant mind behind 'A Song of Ice and Fire,' has said that Valyrian steel is akin to Damascus Steel with a magical twist, so it's fair to say that the best modern steel rivals Valyrian steel.]

"I guess I should go east now towards Winterfell. And while I'm at it I should also train." He decided and starts wondering.