prologue

My mind was foggy, as if trapped in a shapeless dream. The void around me was absolute — an infinite white that made me question if I was even alive. "Is anyone there?" my voice echoed into the nothingness. There was no answer. A strange chill began to climb up my spine, turning the confusion into fear. Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere. An eccentric old man, dressed in a simple robe but with an unusual gleam in his eyes. He stared at me with a carefree smile and said, "Hello, mortal."

I instinctively recoiled, my body trembling. "Who are you?" I shouted, trying to sound firm, but doubt and fear seeped through. He let out a loud laugh, as if my reaction was the funniest thing in the world.

"I'm Rob, the God of Entertainment!" He laughed uncontrollably, as though he had told the best joke of his life. My heart raced. What was happening? Was this real? Or a nightmare?

"Did I... die?" my voice faltered. His smile faded slightly as he tilted his head, looking somewhat guilty.

"Well... yes, actually. It was a small mistake on my part. I think I got confused."

A wave of anger surged within me. My fear was replaced by indignation. "You... killed me?" I shouted, clenching my fists. He merely shrugged, still laughing.

"Yes, yes, it was a slip-up. But, you see, I'm a fair god! To make up for my mistake, I'll offer you a rare chance. You can reincarnate in the world of your choice and get three wishes."

My anger subsided just enough to be replaced by something else: excitement. A pulsating heat filled me as my mind raced with possibilities.

"Three wishes and a world of my choice?" I asked, trying to hide my eagerness.

"Exactly," he replied casually, as if offering a simple gift.

I wasted no time. "I want to reincarnate in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, twenty years before Aegon's Conquest."

Rob raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Interesting choice."

"I also want to be an elf," I continued, my voice firm. "A superior being with unique abilities."

He laughed again, shaking his head in approval. "Sure, why not? Next!"

"I want a system that allows me to summon different units of elves, both combat and civilian."

"Now this is getting fun," he commented, nodding once more.

"And finally," my voice took on a determined tone, "I want you to create a continent to the west of Westeros, a month's distance by sea."

Rob blinked a few times, impressed, before bursting into another laugh. "You've got no scruples, mortal. But... a promise is a promise. I accept your wishes."

A triumphant smile crossed my face. For a moment, I felt like I had won. But before I could say anything else, Rob pointed a finger at me.

"Now, just one warning," he said, his expression becoming slightly serious. "The world won't be the same with your arrival. Your abilities will be on the level of that world. And remember... I'll be watching."

Before I could respond, an invisible force yanked me violently. I felt my body being torn through space as Rob's voice faded into distant laughter. The world went dark, and everything around me dissolved. And then, silence.