1 Chapter 1

Hey, This will be mostly based on my CK2: AGOT 100-stat man run. The tech level will move to the renaissance but that is it.

This is just the prologue and I don't know when I will start working on the story.

Enjoy!

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One moment I was dying and the other I find myself inside a dark, wet, and warm place, A light soon appears followed by Screams.

The space around me starts getting tighter and I get pushed towards the light.

Oh, great. Another go at life. I thought that it was only the second time, What are the chances of a seventh time?

Hello, My nonexistent audience. Excuse my manner of speaking, I've come to talk to you, or myself (I am not too sure!), to unburden myself from the stress that my existence brought upon me. If not for this, I would have gone mad!

My name is, Or was, Jeremy Lynn. I used to be a history student back on earth. That is until I was hit by lightning.

Yes, My friends. I was literally smitten from the face of the earth!

Well, technically. Not the face of the earth, Since I was reincarnated as the greatest leaders, both the good and bad, of history.

I am talking Alexander the Conquerer, I am talking Charles II, I am talking fucking Arthur Pendragon.

I am talking Genghis Khan, I am talking Napoleon Bonaparte, I am talking fucking Ivan the Terrible.

However, There was a tiny catch. You see, I had to follow a narrative. I could change SHIT about the lives of these great figures of history.

I could neither influence their life... or even their death.

I could live my life however I wanted as them but there were two things that happened if I strayed from the path of these figures:

1- Once I die, I am brought back in time to the moment I was born.

2- No matter what I do, I will always die at the exact time these people died at.

These two rules are absolute and I can do nothing about them. Even if I tried to kill myself as soon as I could, I will not die. Though the wounds from my attempts will stay with me.

Not to say that I was just in for the ride, I know I was the one doing everything they did even if I couldn't control myself. I was forced to do every single thing they did... If I didn't then I would be brought back in time infinitely until I do it.

Even if I did nothing, time would still repeat myself until I do the things these historical figures did.

In the end, I wept, I prayed to God for forgiveness And resigned myself to my fate.

I was dancing with joy getting killed by my generals as Alexander and leaving my empire to chaos as Ivan and Genghis Khan.

I was ecstatic with the great plague and the great fire of London as Charles II.

And most of all, I just FUCKING loved getting cucked as Arthur and Napoleon. I loved it so much in fact that I took my sweet time over multiple lifetimes torturing the ones who NTRed me.

Not to say that there were no good moments, They were just overshadowed by the MaDnESS AnD stUPidiTy of my actions.

And now I am being reincarnated again after dying due to stomach cancer on Saint Helena as Napoleon.

And you know what, I think I know why this happened. You see When I was on earth I used to be a troll, A very special type of troll, one that plays games to annoy other people.

I used to be a griefer.

I really loved getting a reaction out of people.

Doing things like spamming light attacks in games like For Honor and SBB.

Spawn kill in almost every shooter.

PK low-level players in MMORPG.

And my favorite, Using blue shell in Mario Kart at the first in the race just. before. He. crosses. the. finish. line.

Yeeeaaaah, I was that kinda guy. And still am, The amount of shit I pulled on those primitive fuckers was the biggest highlight of my existence at this point.

Anyhow, I pulled a really nasty one on some guy called ABS666. I was playing COD: Warzone and zoned on that guy, taking him out just as he was about to score a kill.

He of course got so pissed that he started cussing at me in voice chat. Normally, I wouldn't care, I was doing this to get this sort of reaction after all.

But that guy... He got a certain way to push someone's buttons. He always said things that pissed me personally off, As if he knew what set me off.

So, I decided to steam stalk him. knowing what games he played, I would log in to them and make it my goal to find him and greif him. It was easy too, He always used ABS666 as his in-game name.

Eventually, He snapped.

--Flashback--

"...--You literal piece of human feces! You get off this, don't you? You just looove it when random people on the internet curse you." He screamed in PUBG Lobby.

"No, Jackass. I love it when people like you lose their shit and start showing their true colors." I replied.

"What kind of douchebag uses Raider whenever he sees someone else using Peacekeeper?!?" He flipped.

"Hey, Raider is my main. Not my fault that your main is a character that uses toothpicks!"

"Bullshit! Your main is shaman, I checked it. Then what about Halo, Huh? You fucking camped with a scorpion at the spawner!"

"I got to it first! Anyone would have done the same if they got to it first."

"...Can't actually argue with that. Then what about this time in PUBG, I stayed in one corner of the map. Only inching closer to the center as the zone closed in. But You... You bombed both of us just as I was finishing the third player... WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?!?!?!"

"Hey, I am free to play however I want, this is a free country!"

"YOU ARE NOT EVEN FROM THE USA!"

"Whatever, Just stop being a snowflake and admit that you are shitty at games."

"Suck a dick!"

"Blow me~."

"Go Fuck Yourself!!!"

"Only if you watch me~~~."

"You son of Bitch!!! You are going to regret this!!! I want you to know that whatever happens from this point is your fault! I want you to know that there is nothing you can do about your situation, You can only wallow in regret for doing this!!!"

"Hah! Who is the rude one, Now???"

[ASB666 left lobby!]

"Oh, Suck it up, You little bitch."

--End Of Flashback--

By now, I already figured out that ASB stands for Alien Space Bat.

So, Yeah...

Let's hope I am not Hitler, Because if I am. Then I will have a field day with this prick, doing everything in my power to make him a clown.

The pushing continued for a while, I was already used to this, Not that it made the experience any more pleasant.

Eventually, My head came out followed by the rest of my body. I gave the loudest scream I could, I have been slapped on the butt too many times for acting like a 'tough' guy since birth.

I took the first breath of my new life, Only to be greeted with a screen that stopped time around me.

[Welcome to CK2: A Game Of Thrones, Robert Baratheon!]

Oooh? What do we have here?