Chapter 159: Dreamscape

Reflecting on the past, Viserys remembered his own romantic escapades. He couldn't understand why his eldest son was so serious.

After a moment of hesitation, Viserys said, "Rhaegar, when I was your age, I had already strolled through most of the brothels in King's Landing with Daemon."

Rhaegar pursed his lips, remaining silent.

"Damn it!" Viserys cursed, frustrated by his son's lack of response.

It wasn't Rhaegar's fault. Traditionally, Targaryen men would have their brothers or cousins take them to brothels for initiation after they reached puberty. But Rhaegar, as the eldest, had no older brothers or cousins to guide him—only Laenor, who was his cousin. His younger brothers were still too young for such activities, except Aegon, who was terrified of Rhaegar and avoided him.

Determined to help his eldest son, Viserys decided to take matters into his own hands. "Rhaegar, you should go where Aegon goes. I won't blame you."

Rhaegar looked at his father in disbelief. "Father, are you encouraging me to go to brothels?"

"Father, I'm not interested in Aegon's tastes," Rhaegar replied.

"Seven hells!" Viserys sighed, exasperated. "There are all kinds of girls in those places. Aegon even fathered a bastard."

"Aegon's got a bastard?" Rhaegar's eyes widened in shock. How old was Aegon? He already had a bastard?

"Hmph, that boy's a loose cannon," Viserys muttered. "I'll have Lyonel prepare a list of suitable noble ladies for you tomorrow, so you can choose one."

"But what about Rhaenyra?" Rhaegar hesitated, feeling uneasy about the situation.

"Forget Rhaenyra for now," Viserys said firmly. "Sort through the engagement choices and then decide who you'll marry!"

Viserys was frustrated with Rhaenyra's reluctance to marry, so he wanted Rhaegar to be prepared. Once Rhaegar was of age, he would need to marry and carry on the family line.

"You decide," Rhaegar agreed, seeing no reason to argue. His views on marriage hadn't changed—whether it was a family tradition, love at first sight, or a political alliance, he could accept it.

Viserys then proceeded to educate his eldest son on a series of matters, hoping to prepare him for his future responsibilities.

...

Before he knew it, dawn had arrived.

Viserys was slumped in his chair, a blanket draped over him, snoring lightly. Rhaegar had fallen asleep at the desk, clutching a Valyrian steel sword.

The previous night, father and son had spent the entire time talking. Rhaegar had endured the long hours for the sake of completing the Blackfyre exploration.

A voice suddenly woke Rhaegar from his sleep.

"This exploration is complete. Please pick up the lost treasure."

Rhaegar lifted his head, disoriented, and glanced around. The Explorer's System interface appeared.

[Blackfyre]

Exploration Progress: 100%

"It's dawn, the exploration is complete," Rhaegar mumbled, rubbing his face to wake up.

On the table, a grapefruit-sized purple halo hovered near the Blackfyre. Rhaegar reached out to touch it.

Wave~

The purple halo burst like a bubble, scattering points of purple light.

"Relic picked up successfully. Detection in progress..."

"Detection successful. Recognized as an epic relic: the King's Gaze."

Listening to the announcement, Rhaegar's face lit up with joy. "Epic level, that's excellent."

On the interface, a purple eye floated in mid-air, looking empty and dead. Below it, a line of small text provided a hint:

"The Monarch has more than one pair of eyes and sees things from multiple perspectives."

Rhaegar was puzzled, unable to immediately understand the relic's key function. He stared into the unblinking purple eye, tilting his head in confusion.

Suddenly, the purple eye transformed into a stream of light and entered Rhaegar's brain.

"Damn!" Rhaegar blurted out, rushing to pour a glass of water to check his reflection. He feared he might have grown a third eye.

His face appeared normal in the reflection. He reached up, touching his forehead—no bumps, just smooth skin.

"Scared me to death," Rhaegar sighed in relief, feeling cold sweat on his back.

Another beep sounded.

"Congratulations, the King's Gaze has been activated. You have gained..."

[Dreamscape]

Grade: Legendary (Red)

Effect: Grants you the ability to maintain awareness in the dream world.

Evaluation: "A special relic combined with a special talent, giving you a unique perspective."

Rhaegar suddenly felt a surge of clarity. His drowsiness vanished, his spirit revitalized, and his mind became sharp. He could recall memories with greater clarity and detail.

Looking out the window, he noticed the engraved bricks on the distant city wall with remarkable precision.

Rhaegar touched the corners of his eyes and whispered, "Memory enhancement, improved eyesight... this must be part of Dreamscape's ability."

He realized these enhancements were just the beginning. Legendary relics were incredibly rare. Currently, he possessed only [Blood and Fire] and [True Dragon's Blood], which had already laid a strong foundation for him.

Contemplating further, he opened his personal profile:

Rhaegar Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (Gold), Longevity (Green)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragonlord (39%)

Skills: Sword Mastery, Spear Mastery, Old Valyrian Language Proficiency

Relics: Blood and Fire, True Dragon's Blood, Dreamscape...

Evaluation: "Your talent has been developed twice. Use it to your advantage and avoid harm."

"Let's test it!" Rhaegar murmured, stretching as he got up.

Sleeping at the desk had not been comfortable. He picked up Blackfyre and re-hung it on the wall, then secured his Dragon Claw and quietly left the room.

...

Three days later.

Red Castle, Throne Hall.

Rhaenys stood in the center of the hall, dressed in black and red, surrounded by advisers and nobles of various ranks. Today marked her celebration as the new Master of Dragons.

Viserys, adorned in his coronation attire and wearing a crown, stood before the Iron Throne, holding the legendary Blackfyre. His face was solemn as he addressed the assembled crowd.

"My lords, the rule of the Targaryen Dynasty has endured for 118 years, with our royal bloodline passed down through the generations," he proclaimed.

"Today, in the name of Viserys I, I establish a new royal duty, exclusive to the Targaryens: the Master of Dragons!"

Applause erupted as his words echoed through the hall.

Rhaenys proudly lifted her head and walked toward the Iron Throne. When she was three meters away, she stopped and knelt on one knee.

Viserys raised Blackfyre and placed it on her shoulder, speaking with grave formality, "Rhaenys Targaryen, I appoint you as the first Master of Dragons, granting you the authority to manage the royal bloodline and oversee the royal legacy!"

"Yes, Your Grace," Rhaenys responded, her voice steady as she accepted the honorable appointment.

Viserys smiled softly, lowered Blackfyre, and symbolically helped her rise.

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