CHAPTER 1

Winterfell, Great Hall

In the Great Hall of Winterfell, Jon Snow was sitting at the end of the table with roasted meat, fresh baked bread sitting among the younger squires who were drinking the summer wine, telling the tales about their battle, bedding, and hunts to which, his facial reaction was lifelessly staring at a screen in front of him.

[MAIN QUEST: Defeat the Night King

Reward – Contract Fulfillment

Penalty – Fragment Extraction]

As I looked across the table and noticed the surroundings, I realized I'm far away from home. I'm either unable to recollect my memories or the reason for why I was here in the backward era of time, which was evident for me, as I observed the clothing, banners, and their chatters.

The noise from the Hall suddenly dimmed out, when all eyes were on the man, with a long face and long brown hair, his beard was closely trimmed with some gray hair making him look older and stern. He was comparatively well dressed, than others in the table and presented himself with confidence. He was escorting a woman with long golden hair and emerald green eyes with a tiara above her head, as he helped her up the steps to the dais and led her to her seat.

Next had come a fat man wearing a crown, red-faced under his beard, sweating through his silks. He walked like a man half in his cups with a lady in his arms, a fair skinned woman with long auburn hair, blue eyes, long fingers and high cheekbones.

After them came the children. A three-year-old managing the long walk with all the dignity he could muster, when he stopped to look at me, expecting something before proceeding along.

Does he know me? that was first thought that came along, as I tried to recollect, with nothing to gain.

Then came a boy, similar to my age with an eight-year-old in his arms, followed by two additional pairs of children. Following the children a man, tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife. He wore crimson silk, high black boots, a black satin cloak. On the breast of his tunic, the lion of his banner was embroidered in gold thread, roaring its defiance.

Then I saw the other one, He was a dwarf, half a man's height, struggling to keep pace on stunted legs. His head was too large for his body, with a brute's squashed-in face beneath a swollen shelf of brow. One green eye and one black one peered out from under a lank fall of hair so blond it seemed white.

Jon watched him with fascination as seeing dwarf was rare back in his country. He suddenly had a glimpse of memory of where he had come from India, but nothing more.

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The next second, he was in a completely different surrounding, as far as one could see it was white all around.

In that white vastness of a room, there was a radiating golden sphere shining brightly, closely moving towards him and entering his forehead.

Jon could now remember who he is, that is, who he once was before fading from his room in the Earth. After I had some knowledge of my memory, I was waiting in that white room, but still I could see no one coming. Usually in scenarios like this, where he read from some novels someone would explain as to what was happening, but nothing of that sort seemed to happen for a while.

Before him once again a blue panel appeared.

[CHOOSE ANY THREE ABILITY

Blood magic: Blood magic involves the sacrifice of both animals and humans for enhancing anyone to cursing anyone. Also enables to form blood contract/pact among people only.

Fore sight: The ability to see the future either through dreams or looking in the fire, it allows the user to predict future attacks of an enemy for a couple of seconds.

Necromancy: The ability to raise and manipulate the dead, and store them in the shadow of the user. The said undead and only bring out half of its capabilities.

Pyrokinesis: The ability to summon and manipulate fire. The fire will still hurt the user and is not fire resistance.

(Shadow-birthing: May give birth to shadows shortly after being impregnated by a man. Locked due to gender restriction)

Valyrian magic: Makes the user fire resistance as well as the ability to bond with and have complete control among the dragons.

Water magic: Able to manipulate large bodies of water from its source and the control the pressure accordingly.

Warging: The ability to enter the mind of an animal and experience and/or control its action, this power can be used on simpleminded humans as well.

Aeromancy: The ability to manipulate air freely and feel the air to a great extent.

Glamoring: The ability to change their appearance or the appearance of others by using light and shadow as well as gaining some of the traits of the changed person given consuming the hair of the said person.

Alchemy: Alchemy is a diverse range of practices involving the creation of substances or materials with magical powers. The user can turn any material to another material as long as he touching to material of which he wishes to change.

Note – all the powers stated above have been slightly enhanced and removed of any side effects]

After I observed the panel, I was waiting for some more but still I didn't have any memory relating to making a promise or the fragment extraction thing. I also did not know the reason for my fading, if I was to describe the event, I could only say it was sudden.

I was still standing in the white room all alone. Deep down I knew I need to choose some powers and proceed along and all that, but I don't want to.

I was living a comfortable life sleeping, eating, reading novels, watching TV shows, and I also need not worry about my future, as my father was in real estate business and me being the only son to inherit it all. I was not even required to move a muscle as the passive rent income alone was sufficient for me to live a comfortable life.

The various transmigration and reincarnation novel I have read, in which all the protagonist were all either eager to die to travel to other worlds or they were all ambitious. In my case I lack both, I'm a type of person who could not even shit comfortably in others house, how the heck am I even going to survive in a medieval period.

I waited in that that white room for hours, days, months, years, decades and so on ...…,

Nah, who am I even kidding, I didn't have that much of a patience level.

It must have been some 10 to 20 minutes of myself in that room, to think about what to do, the only plan my mind seems to form is follow the plot closely, but that's the problem I didn't know much.

I sighed…. 'Okay no use in thinking about something and regretting, this isn't an exam. Just remember what do I know and what Jon does.

-Jon snow is the promised prince or something – goes to the wall – finds a lover – meets wilding – become friends – sees zombies – run back to night watch – becomes commander – then king of north – goes to meet dragon mother - become her lover – return to wall – fight alongside dragons – Arya kills night king – the dragons destroy kings landing – he kills dragon mother – story ends.

Ahh what a pain, he does a lot of things an introvert like me, cannot even fanthom to do it. So, if my memory serves me right which is not, I need to check these checkpoints for my happy ending, I don't even know whether I will go back to my world even If the night king is defeated.

If there is a god or some kind of higher power is watching me, I just want to say I'm not that much of an entertainment material,

Still nothing happened ....,huh ..., I tried.

Well then, let's get it started.

As for my powers lets choose...,