ASOIAF/GOT : Grey Dragon

As I walked down the street with my eyes closed, listening to music without a care in the world, not a minute passed before I opened my eyes and saw people running away from me. I unplugged my AirPods from my ears and heard a man shouting directly at me, "Truck!"—and that was the last thing I heard. After that, the man slowed down, and I began to fly forward.

Wait but I can't fly. I am human. I shouldn't be able to fly, they said. Then came the searing pain like you can't even say which part is hurting and which is not. Because my whole body hurts like no tomorrow. What the hell happened to me? Did someone toss drugs in the air, and I took a whiff of it? Because my friends told me that when you take drugs you feel like you're in the clouds. But the fuckers didn't mention pain liars all of them. I should burn them all. [AN:- Another Aerys is what house Targaryen needs for their house to rise to glory that was never seen before.]

Ah now I feel like closing my eyes would provide me great relief and take all my burdens away. And I did just that. After some time, my pain faded away and I felt very light. It sure does feel like you're in the clouds. Not that I know how one feels when one is in the clouds. But there is something weird about this whole situation. Do drugs affect your mind and take away your ability to think straight temporarily? Ah yes, I had always known that my mental power was greater than others. But what I didn't know was it would negate the effect drugs have on my mind.

I am special, aren't I? I've always been aware of it. However, convincing my parents and older brother of this fact is always a challenge. It's understandable since I've never showcased my talents and superior skills to them. My parents don't require me to be special since my brother looks after us. He's intelligent, though not as much as I am, but still smart. He became a millionaire at the age of twenty-five, which grants me the liberty to pursue my desires. A lack of freedom has never been an issue for me.

And I had taken full advantage of this freedom by reading the divine texts that some peasants call fanfic. Uncultured all of them. However, even after all the flaws I admit there are only a few of them. I didn't do anything that would shame my family. I've completed my studies and was an above-average student in my class. I've done all they've asked of me and today is the day I'm going to my first interview for my job.

As I sifted through my thoughts, it felt as though someone was tugging at my very essence. Despite initial resistance and no success, I awaited an event that could elucidate who was pulling me. Soon after, a blinding light emerged.

Armed with wisdom from sacred texts, I instantly discerned the direction this situation was taking. I braced myself for the wishes that would be granted to me. However, I couldn't help but frown as the blinding light seemed to generate even more brilliance in anticipation of its arrival.

"I heard that, mortal. Doesn't the entry of light look cool?" inquired the light.

"Absolutely, if I were my grandfather's age, I'd have glittering, starry anime eyes right now," I replied.

"Hmm, it seems I must draw inspiration from sacred texts. That will have to wait for now. I've summoned you here because, as a fellow reader of sacred texts, I wish to transmigrate you to another world, partly for my own amusement," declared the entity now known as ROB.

"How can I be certain that it's not merely my delusions or imagination?" I inquired. Immediately after the question, I began to envision my demise. Indeed, it seems 'Truck-kun' is not limited to Japan alone.

"So, what's the procedure? Do I just state my three wishes and choose a destination, and then what happens?" I asked.

"You will not receive three wishes, but just one, and I will decide your destination. To make it more intriguing, you will receive a gift from me. Before you inquire about your destination, know that you will be transmigrated into Jon Snow at the moment he awakens after being stabbed by his Night's Watch brothers. And this universe will be entirely different from any you have known before," replied ROB.

His words made me feel sad. I longed to visit the DXD world and meet Azazel to study sacred gears, which doesn't seem like too much to ask. However, I'll accept what I receive, as it's not as if he chose a world that begins with 'B' and ends with 'O'. We refrain from saying its name because doing so might make you resemble the main character in that world.

"I desire the ultimate support system that functions like AI, possessing all knowledge of mystical realms, complete with magic," I stated.

"I will grant you magic. But In turn, take away your ability to use most magic that isn't from your world" replied ROB.

"Let's make a compromise. Instead of acquiring all magical knowledge, I would gain a complete understanding of rituals and the ability to alter the components required for them. This is because I wouldn't be able to find everything needed from the GOT universe," I attempted to bargain.

"Okay, the information will be transferred into the system, and as for the gift, it's yours if you can acquire it," ROB replied.

Before I could ask him what he meant, I felt as if I'd been thrown into Antarctica, only to be yanked out once it was deemed sufficient and hurled into a volcano. As I pondered my predicament, my entire body shuddered. I sensed a stare piercing through me, and I instinctively knew that meeting its gaze would be a grave mistake. Then, something interposed itself between me and the malevolent presence. A sigh of relief escaped me, for I understood it was the protection granted by ROB.

I don't even want to discuss that matter. I have an idea what or who it was. Following that event, I began to recall memories of Jon. They include his childhood in Winterfell, joyful times with his siblings, his initial experience wielding a wooden sword, and ultimately, his last memory: seeing Olly's face and wondering 'why' as the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch lay bleeding in the snow.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open and I took a deep breath. As I became aware of my surroundings, I quickly tried to rise, but a thought struck me. The fire doesn't burn me. In fact, I feel comfortable amidst the flames. Puzzled, I stood up, contemplating the various things that could have granted me immunity to fire, certain that Jon lacked this ability.

I emerged from my own pyre. Around the blazing pyre, a crowd had gathered. To see characters that you've only seen on TV or read about in books is certainly a unique experience. They're stood Ser Davos, Tormund, Melisandre, Edd, many wildlings, and giants. My gaze lingered on the giants for a moment before recognizing familiar faces and registering them in my mind. However, the expressions on their faces were something else entirely. They varied from shock, bafflement, and relief to devotion, happiness, and reverence. Some even looked ready to kneel and proclaim me a god.

"It's quite chilly out here, you know. A few garments would certainly keep me warm while you all gaze on," I remarked. As I spoke, Ser Davos snapped out of his stunned state and offered me his heavy cloak. Once cloaked, I turned to see Ser Davos' face, brimming with questions.

"Let's get you to your room before you freeze," Ser Davos said, a smile gracing his face.

As we approached Castle Black, a white blur came hurtling towards me. I was still reeling from everything that was happening, unsure of what to tell them. The blur caught me off guard, and I lost my balance on the snowy ground beneath me. Although I wasn't injured, the snow's direct contact with my skin left a burning sensation. However, the culprit of my fall seemed oblivious to my plight and began to lick my face.

"I missed you too, Ghost," I said with a smile as he began to move aside, allowing me to stand up and regain my composure. I began to scratch him behind his ears, eliciting joyful purrs as his expression reflected pure contentment. After a few more moments of affection, we continued our journey to the room.

As we approached the room, I realized that none of the people who came with me had any intention of stopping. " Do you all want to see me as I change clothes?"I inquired, and their response was instantaneous. Some, like Ser Davos, appeared embarrassed, having not considered that aspect.

"We're right here. Call us when you're ready," came the reply from Edd. He looked at me with a mix of suspicion and relief. I think he was torn between being happy that his friend had returned from the dead and being suspicious because of our situation.

*****

Omni POV

The gift that ROB has given Jon is now emerging from the waters onto the shore. Upon reaching land, it appears confused and emits a high-pitched shriek, enough to frighten anyone present on the island.

It's a massive and fearsome dragon with a distinctive, imposing appearance. It features a deep red coloration with a series of dark, almost blood-like veins running through his scales, highlighting his fierce and aggressive nature. It has a somewhat elongated and serpentine body with large, bat-like wings that look like its well-suited for his aerial combat.

Now what we have to see is how Jon will react to his gift.

What do you think? Let me know in the comments. Also, I would like to know which ship you want to go for in this Fic. What about Sansa or the ever-intellectual Cersei Lannister?😹Do leave some ideas and suggestions if you have any for the fic. Last but not least if power stones stop coming I will also stop posting this one here. This is a serious threat take it like that. {Please!}