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Game of Thrones: Auron Blackfyre's Tale

A Civil Engineer with a hobby in music suddenly woke up in the TV Series he is watching. He transmigrated in a body of a young man from House Blackfyre in Game of Thrones. A brand new adventure awaits him as he explore the world of Planetos leaving footprints in Essos, Westeros and even in Sothoryos. "What Iron Throne? They can wrestle for it all they want while I enjoy sight seeing, have my own private army and bed all the women I want. I'll just watch them kill each other in the sidelines." Auron said. However, does fate will really let him do what he wants or he will be forced to intervened? See how he apply some modern ways in this merciless and shitstink world of knights, deception, undead and dragons.

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Chapter 1

If you're reading this because you think you might be one of those who dream of magically appearing into a fantasy world, my advice is..remove this from your library and close the app right now. Try to lead a normal life, read some Smut theme books and jerk off by yourself to kingdom cum. Being a transmigrator is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful nasty ways.. err sorry.. I think I got the wrong book. Sorry Mr.Rick, couldn't help it cause that book was one of my favorite. Ahem let's rewind the opening shall we? Else I might receive a legal letter out of nowhere. Not that it matters anymore cause..uhh well you will know soon enough.

I had a dream. A very boring dream where in I float in darkness and I felt that I was moving fast.. I mean very fast but I couldn't figure out because there's no light around. All of a sudden, I saw light in the distance and it's coming over to me. Or rather I was zooming fast into it. Gradually, the light turned bigger to the point where all I can see is just light.

Then there was a grunt and I shivered when I heard. Something or someone out there was scary. Sure enough, after I heard the grunt, I felt like was thrown downwards towards the darkness.

Then my consciousness return from slumber but I couldn't open my eyes and I couldn't move my body.

'What the hell? Is this sleep paralysis?'

I started to panic trying to do anything like moving my fingers, twitch my nose or wiggle my toes but my situation didn't improve. A few minutes later, I tried to calm myself down. I needed to think what happened last night.

I remember I was attempting to re-watch the entire series of Game of Thrones three days straight with a miniscule of sleep. Despite knowing the shitty ending, having already watched it long before when I was in college, I couldn't help but miss Daenerys when I happened to watch a short clip of her in Tiktok.

Then I fell asleep while watching..ahhh age. That's what happens when age finally caught up to you in your 30's. Like when you decided to take some leave from your work in hopes of enjoying your time off by playing games but you ended up sleeping the moment you start.

Sigh but how did it come to this that I couldn't even move my body while my consciousness is active. That doesn't make any sense. Oh wait.. Come to think about it.. It does make sense. That stunt of three days movie marathon is really unhealthy. Maybe my body is too tir--Argggghh!

'Fucking hell! It hurts so much'

Out of nowhere, I felt a sudden headache. It's so painfull that I jerk my body. Wait--I can finally move? However, my attention wasn't focused on how I can move now. Instead, my entire being's only thought is how to resist the intense pain in my head.

After that came an unfamiliar images in a first person perspective. It's like a movie in a fast forward and I can even feel the feelings he felt. From birth until he fell from a horse.

The more I watch the scenes, the more I felt like it was real. It feels like I was becoming... him. Like I lived in those scenes. It mixed in my memories like it was already part of me. All of it lasts an hour before it stopped.

After that I can feel my body again. Then I started breathing though my body felt sore in every places and my head still hurts.

I tried to open my eyes.. little by little.

'Come on, just a little bit more, I can do it.'

By my own effort, I was able to open my eyes slowly.. only to see an unfamiliar room.

'Wait is that the cealing of a tent? This isn't my room.'

Then I heard the flap of the fabric as someone came in. He came beside where I lay down to look at my condition. It was a man with brown hair clad in armor with a yellowish inner tunic. For some reason, I know his name. Tristan Rivers, a member of the Golden Company.

When that thought came into my mind, I inwardly cursed.

'Oh fuck! It all makes sense now. I actually transmigrated?'

My thoughts were interrupted when Tristan checked me out.

"Ya okay, lad? You got some pretty bad fall right there. Thought you won't last a night longer."

Then the stupid me only replied one thing and that's.. Uhhhh.

"Well get some rest, find me as soon as you're able, aye?"

This time, I manage to nod before he turn around leaving the tent.

As soon as he left, I forced myself to sit and ponder over my situation.

I observed my surroundings and saw a lot of medieval things around. Like the lamp beside the bed on top of the cupboard, Shields on the corner and the storage boxes.

I grimaced and thought, 'Did I die from exhaustion? Then I crossed over into a body of noble who died when he fell from a horse.'

'Atleast I'm younger now and I have a clue which universe this is. Based on the memories in my head, this is the world of Planetos. Yeah, I got transferred to Game of Thrones maybe because this is partly the cause of my death. Hm..That's new.. watch to death.'

I took a deep breath and meditated to organize my thoughts.

After sorting the information in my head, I found out that I'm a distant cousin of the young Griff. How distant you mean? Very distant and apparently I'm a member of the extinct House Blackfyre. My current location is in the Golden Company down south of Essos. We are camped near Volon Therys to be exact.'

"Sigh what a mess."

Of all the people in the Golden Company, I possessed a timid young man who can't even hold a sword. The only good thing is that, my appearance is rather decent. White skin and dark purple eyes. Thick black eyebrows and I got a short pitch black hair despite having a very diluted Targaryen bloodline in my blood. Everyone knows that House Blackfyre who's hobby is mutiny is a branch bloodline of Targaryen lineage. That is maybe the reason why my pretender distant cousin is convinced that he himself is a Targaryen, instead of using Blackfyre as his surname. Okay, my bad. Maybe he was brainwashed by Jon Connington and Varys the dickless egg.

Apparently, I was born in year 277 AC and I'm now 15 years old. That means the current date is year 292 AC, a few years until the official canon starts. I still have a lot of time to prepare. At least to defend myself. Besides, I also wanted to enjoy this experience. I gotta at least thank whoever almighty being who threw me into this world.

With that sorted out, the next agenda is to plan. A plain and simple plan.

Why not the meticulous planning you say? Because I learned the hardway from my past life that the more you anticipated the outcome, the more it won't come true and reality will fuck you in the ass. Then Murphy's law will come after and kick you in your balls.

So nah.. No complicated planning. Just getting my self stronger, create an army for myself, fuck women, and make Daenerys my wife.

As for the Iron Throne? Heh, they can scramble all they want for that piece of metal.

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Unconsciously, I exhaled some air rather deeply. As simple as it seems, it made me feel better. I wonder if I have some boon since I'm a transmigrator. Regardless, the knowledge I have about the story is already considered an advantage and I feel like a fucking Nostradamus. Hehe I wonder If I can make some money out of it.

The downside of having thrown into this stinky merciless world is the food. Yeah I'm talking about the bland and rubbery bread. Another one is the lack of proper toilet. Thinking about it makes me wanna kill myself. Wew, I guess I gotta introduced some food from my old world like pizza or hamburger.

I pity those grass and plants that's going to be made as a sacrifice to keep my ass clean and hygenic.

After thinking about all these things, I decided to go back to sleep. I mean, my body is still aching, my head feels like it's going to get split open and Tristan doesn't seem in a hurry so lay down once again hoping that maybe... Just maybe this is all just a dream.

Oh by the way, before I forget. I might as well introduce my new identity.

My name is Auron Blackfyre, First of his name. Shaker of my sword. Eater of the dirt. The piss maker (When seeing the enemy)