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GOT: I Plunder Skills to Conquer the Iron Throne

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Option 2:Game of Thrones: The Lustful Plunderer System Option 3:Execution Day: I Awakened the Slaughter System in Westeros The cold Valyrian steel of 'Ice' pressed against my neck. Ned Stark stood above me, ready to swing. I was a deserter of the Night's Watch, and I had one second to change my fate. I didn't die that day. Instead, I awakened something far more dangerous than the White Walkers: The Killing System. In this cruel game of thrones, I am not a hero. I am a Hunter. [Ding! Enemy Killed.] [Experience Points Devoured. Attributes Increased!] [Skill Plundered: Grandmaster Swordsmanship!] From the frozen North to the burning South, I turn the world into my personal hunting ground. I killed the Night's Watch Commander to seize power. I manipulated the Starks for leverage. I hatched a mutated three-headed dragon born of Ice and Fire to rule the skies. I don't play by the rules of honor. I play to win. And the prize? Not just the Iron Throne, but the most beautiful women in the Seven Kingdoms. From the wild Wolf Girl of Winterfell to the Lioness Queen of King's Landing, and even the Mother of Dragons across the Narrow Sea... I will plunder them all. Winter is coming? No. I AM the Winter. What to expect: Ruthless Protagonist: A pragmatist who kills without hesitation. No mercy for enemies. Solo Leveling Vibe: Kill enemies -> Plunder Stats & Skills -> Become a God. Dragon Rider: Master of "Winter," a unique three-headed dragon. Harem: Unapologetic ambition. Conquering Queens, Princesses, and Noble Ladies. Plot Omniscient: Using knowledge of the future to manipulate major events and destroy enemies like Littlefinger and the Lannisters.
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Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."
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