Transmigrated As Viserys Targaryen!

COUGH COUGH

A man coughed blood, spilling over his dress while leaning against a destroyed house. His face twisted in pain as he dragged his leg, impaled by a splinter of wood, choking as the blood pooled inside his throat.

COUGH COUGH

….He coughed up once more, the smoke in the air, thick and acrid, burning his lungs.

Death. Destruction.

It was all around him, houses turned to rubble and mansions to dust, burying people beneath the wreckage.

Blood.

It flowed like a river, carrying bits of flesh and organs of the ones who fought… and the ones who tried to flee!

It was unbelievable for the man. His heart almost halted when he gazed at a girl, no more than five years old.

A torn kimono hugged her dead body. Her tiny hands were mangled; one elbow snapped, stabbing through her skin.

A clean slash it was, splitting her head from crown to nose, leaving her face dangling like torn paper.

Horrified were her eyes; must've seen the killer right before she died.

Yet this was the start of the destruction, a once-bustling city now a graveyard.

And this was all caused by a single man—No! A demon!

In the crater where he lay, the earth caving at his weight, the area around him now nothing more than barren. Houses, trees, streets, animals, birds, people! Everyone was dead!

And now, even he was dying...

Pale was his skin, almost deathly, yet protruding out of them were ghastly, sharp blade like appendages.

Grotesque was his face, fangs and horns, large and uneven coming out of his head.

Yet the monstrous thing about him…was his eyes. The three pairs of eyes that looked dead into one's soul.

They were golden, shining brightly like the one they hid from, while blood surrounded them and black fissures running across.

He wasn't a man!

No, he was a demon!

Not been a man, not for centuries!

It was written in his middle eyes, his rank. The pride of his kind!

…..Upper One!!

The demon pulled his gaze together, his six eyes focusing on a single man, the reason for his slow death.

He was tall; perhaps he would have been taller if his legs weren't cut down. Muscular was his frame, his shoulders wide and sturdy.

Blood leaked out of his skin, riddled with a thousand cuts, some deep enough to see his white bones, while he missed some fingers, which lay to his side.

Yet the worst was his face; half of it was gone. As if sanded down, his skin stripped apart, his muscles exposed.

And yet, there it was in his eyes…

….the glint!

Not of life, not of victory. But of defiance! Of something unkillable! Of something that is eternal!

His bleeding lips, torn and ripped apart, yet they curled into a bloody grin!

With trembling arms, he raised his sword, a black, broken katana, almost useless—

SLAM

And stabbed into the ground, burning the last embers of his strength,

"I've won….kokushibo!!" he roared, his voice raw and filled with pride.

Silent it was for a moment, as the six eyes blinked, light disappearing from them.

"Yes…," the demon muttered, his voice raspy.

"....You did."

...

I died… didn't I?

Well, fighting Kokushibo wasn't exactly easy…

How many years was it? Twenty? That's how long I lived in that world. Almost exactly the same as my first life.

I was a regular like you, a weeb with nothing more than a large stomach and a shelf full of hentai.

But it changed after I died my first time. I was reincarnated….into the demon slayer world.

I trained for many years, readying myself to fight demons, and killed many, perhaps more a hundred.

I met Tanjiro along the way, his sister too; she was cute, just like in anime.

I even had a wife, not any notable character, just a worker in my mansion. I wanted to have kids….

But the Upper One visited me; I was killing too many demons.

And the result?

….my death!

But it seems that fate isn't done with me yet.

I was reincarnated. No, transmigrated yet again.

There are no demons here, yet it once teemed with magic and dragons. Said to be a dangerous world, well, at least for the weak.

This is Planetos, the world of Game of Thrones! Reborn as the brother of Daenerys Targaryen, the second son of Aerys Targaryen!

Famous as the beggar prince, I am Viserys, Viserys Targaryen, the last dragon!

And I do not want to go back to Westeros!

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Hey guys, author here,

I will also be writing this one along with Aegon, just this two sk that I won't overwhelm myself.

But I changed the entire tone of this story unlike Aegon's, which was the same. So let me know your thoughts.

Do you like it? Compared to the old chapters (if you have remembered them) what do you think?