Jacob woke up the next morning. He cast a cleaning spell on himself, feeling instantly fresh, put on his clothes, then woke Arya in the next room. They both had breakfast and left the inn.
As they walked through Braavos' winding streets, Jacob thought, 'Should I fly to White Harbor? Use my water control? Summon Saphira or Iara (the wyrm)?' He shook his head. 'No. If I summon Saphira or Iara, the girls will notice and want to come too. But it's not time yet—not until I've met Sansa.'
Just then, a system notification appeared before his eyes.
[Location Sign-In Available.
Host can sign in after standing on top of the Titan of Braavos.]
Jacob's eyes lit up. He placed his hand on Arya's head beside him, and they both vanished—scaring the nearby people, who looked around in panic.
Jacob and Arya appeared on top of the Titan's head.
Arya screamed and hugged Jacob's arm tightly. "AAAAHHH! What happened? How did we get here?"
Jacob looked down at her with a smirk. "I thought you were fearless. But you're just a scared little girl."
Arya's grip didn't loosen. "Is this your magic?"
Jacob said, "It's one of my abilities. It's called teleportation."
Arya's eyes widened. "Can you teach it to me?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. This can't be taught."
Arya didn't press. She looked around—at the endless sea, at the sprawling city below—and breathed, "I can see the whole city from here."
Jacob focused on the system. 'System, sign in.'
[Location Sign-In Successful. Rewards Obtained:
1️⃣ Flying Carpet (Aladdin – Non-Sentient Variant): A woven, tasseled flying carpet that operates via mental command. The user thinks a direction—up, down, forward, stop, left, right—and the carpet responds instantly. Can grow or shrink to hold one passenger or multiple. Flies at impressive speeds. Silent in flight. Completely unbreakable and indestructible—cannot be torn, burned, cut, soaked, or damaged. Can only be controlled mentally by you, Host, and people who share your soul bond.
2️⃣ The Emberheart Bow: An indestructible legendary recurve bow carved from the bone of a true dragon. Without bonding with it, the bow is impossible to draw. Once bonded, the user can create arrows made from their own elemental powers—fire, ice, lightning, wind, or any other elemental ability they possess. These elemental arrows strike with triple the normal power of the user's base elemental attack.
3️⃣ Skinchanging (Game of Thrones): The ability to enter the mind of an animal or human, perceiving the world through their senses and controlling their body completely. The stronger the user, the more animals—and even humans—they can control simultaneously.
Note: While skinchanging, the user's physical body becomes completely catatonic—unmoving, unresponsive, totally vulnerable. If the animal body is killed while the user is inside, the user's consciousness dies with it. Cannot control beings with stronger wills than their own.]
Jacob read the first reward. 'Nice. I'll use the flying carpet to cross the sea.' He read the second reward and thought, 'That bow is a good weapon, but it's not for me. It's more suitable for Allison.'
He read the last reward and frowned. 'That's not an ability—that's a liability. Even Melissa has a better version; she can control animals without being catatonic and totally vulnerable, and she doesn't die if the animal is killed while she's controlling it.' He addressed the system. 'System, exchange that waste of an ability for coins.'
[You can sell the Skinchanging ability back to the system for one million coins, Host. Do you wish to proceed?]
Jacob's eyes narrowed. 'Hold up. Why is it so cheap? I remember selling you Naruto's perverted technique for ten million.'
The system sounded again in his head. [Do you wish to proceed, Host?]
'You're ignoring my question,' Jacob thought, a smirk tugging at his lips. 'But it's good to hear your voice again, Nex. And yes, proceed.'
[Transaction complete. One million coins have been added to your balance. And I prefer you call me System, Host.]
'Fine, fine. Just don't give me the silent treatment again. I really missed your voice these past two months.'
---
Jacob pulled the flying carpet from his pocket dimension and enlarged it enough to carry him and Arya comfortably. He stepped onto it and sat down. "Arya, let's go."
Arya, who had been staring with her jaw wide open at the hovering carpet, finally snapped back to her senses. She climbed onto the carpet and sat next to Jacob. She didn't ask any questions—she was already getting used to Jacob's magical powers.
Jacob took out the map of the Game of Thrones world that the system had rewarded him. He felt an immediate connection to it, and with a thought, he communicated with the map.
He thought about going to White Harbor.
A blue route line appeared on the map, stretching from Braavos to White Harbor, with a location indicator showing Jacob's position.
'This map is more useful than I thought,' Jacob mused.
He pulled out two pairs of sunglasses and handed one to Arya. "Put these on."
Arya took the sunglasses and looked at them, puzzled. "What are these?"
Jacob said, "They're to protect your eyes from the wind while we fly. They're called sunglasses. You put them on like this." He demonstrated, slipping his own pair on.
Arya put hers on and saw the world in a darker shade. She smiled. "Cool."
Jacob smiled as he watched Arya look around with a childish grin on her face. "Alright, hold onto me and be careful you don't fall."
Arya hugged his arm. With a mental command, Jacob made the carpet lift off and fly toward White Harbor, following the route line on the map.
Jacob made the carpet fly slowly, letting Arya enjoy the view.
As they flew high above the Narrow Sea, Jacob asked, "Tell me, Arya, do you know what kind of creatures live in this sea? I don't mean fish—I mean creatures like dragons."
Arya shook her head. "No, I don't know. But I heard stories from Old Nan back in Winterfell." A wistful smile appeared on her face. "She used to tell us about sea monsters—krakens and sea dragons. But those are just myths. I mean, maybe the sea dragons are real, but no one has ever seen a kraken before. I loved Old Nan's stories. My dream was to see all the things in her stories—but the only thing I ever saw from them was the Titan of Braavos."
Jacob asked, "Didn't you ever see a direwolf? After all, they are the sigil of your house."
Arya's smile softened. "Oh, I did. I even had one of my own. Nymeria was her name. I wonder if she's still okay."
Jacob said, "What happened to her?"
Arya's expression darkened. "I let her go near the Trident river on the road from Winterfell to King's Landing. Nymeria bit Joffrey to defend me during a fight. Knowing Cersei would have her killed as punishment, I forced Nymeria to run away. I even had to throw rocks at her to make her leave—so she wouldn't follow us back to the camp." She sighed. "She must hate me."
Jacob rubbed her head gently. "No, she doesn't hate you. You let her go to protect her, and she must have felt that. How about we look for her when we save Sansa?"
Arya nodded. "Okay. But what are you going to do about the Boltons?"
Jacob thought for a moment, then smiled. "First, we save Sansa. Then I plan to go to the Wall. There's a Free Folk army there waiting for me to conquer. I can't be a king without an army, can I? Even though I don't need them. After that, we will deal with the Boltons."
Arya frowned. "Free Folk? You mean Wildlings."
Jacob said, "They call themselves the Free Folk, Arya."
Arya's voice was doubtful. "But they're savages. Bloody-minded giants, slavers, even cannibals—who drink blood out of polished skulls."
Jacob shook his head. "Those are just scary bedtime stories. Sure, there are bad clans among them—cannibals even. But most of them are good people. Better than the people of Westeros, in fact. They're just trying to survive in frozen, barren lands and protect their people from the White Walkers."
Arya's eyes widened. "Are White Walkers real?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes. They're very much real. They have a massive army called the Army of the Dead. They have mindless wights as foot soldiers, reanimated giants and animals for brute force, and White Walker generals who command them with magical ice blades. All led by the strongest of them all—the Night King. The Army of the Dead's goal is to destroy all life."
Arya paled. Her hands trembled slightly.
Jacob smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry too much. For me and my family, those things are just an army of weaklings waiting for us to play with. But that's for later. Right now, I want to meet your sister."
Arya asked, "Are all the members of your family as strong as you?"
Jacob said, "Not as strong as me, but they're all powerful—especially my wives."
Arya's eyebrows shot up. "Wives? You have more than one..." She stopped. "Oh, I forgot. You said you're the King of the Harem."
Jacob laughed. "One of them is actually like you—a tomboy. She hates women's clothes. She cut her hair short. She likes to fight and kill. I think you two will get along and become very close friends."
Arya's eyes sparkled. "Then I'm looking forward to meeting her."
Jacob said, "Alright. I'm going to use more speed." He waved his hand, and a telekinetic shield surrounded the flying carpet. Then, with a thought, he pushed the carpet to its full speed.
The carpet accelerated instantly, breaking the sound barrier and reaching Mach 2.
Arya screamed and closed her eyes. "AAAAHHH! Too fast, too fast! We're going to die!"
Jacob laughed. "Relax. We're totally safe. You can open your eyes."
Arya opened her eyes but still clung to Jacob's arm like her life depended on it. Slowly, as they raced across the sky, she relaxed and began to enjoy the flight.
Jacob said to the system, 'System, daily sign-in.'
[Daily Sign-In Successful. Rewards Obtained:
1️⃣ 80,000 coins
2️⃣ Hot Dogs x100
3️⃣ Tinderbox: A small steel box containing flint, steel striker, and charcloth. Starts a fire in any weather with a few sparks.]
Jacob read the rewards. 'At least the hot dogs are good.'
He pulled out a few hot dogs and handed two to Arya. Then he took out two Fanta cans. He started to hand her one, then paused. "Wait—you're not feeling sick, are you? Like you want to vomit?"
Arya shook her head. "No."
Jacob smiled. "Good." He handed her the can.
Arya looked at the can, turning it over in her hands. "What is this?"
Jacob showed her the tab. "You pull this little ring here. Watch." He opened his own can with a crisp hiss.
Arya copied him, jumping slightly at the sound. She peered inside at the bubbling liquid, then sniffed it cautiously.
"It's called soda," Jacob said. "Go ahead. Take a sip."
Arya took a small sip. Her eyes went wide. "It's… sweet. And bubbly. It tickles my tongue."
Jacob grinned. "That's the carbonation. Do you like it?"
Arya took a longer drink, then nodded vigorously. "Yes. Very much."
"Now try the hot dog," Jacob said, biting into his own. "And before you ask—it's just what it's called. There's no dog meat in it. It's beef."
Arya examined the hot dog—the soft bun, the sausage inside. She took a bite. Chewed. Her expression shifted from curiosity to delight.
"This is amazing," she said, her mouth still half-full.
She finished her two hot dogs in four more bites and immediately asked, "Can I have another?"
Jacob laughed and handed her two more. She ate them just as quickly, washing each bite down with Fanta, a look of pure bliss on her face.
---
They reached White Harbor in an hour. Jacob didn't land—he flew the carpet straight past the city.
Arya looked down. "Where are we going now?"
Jacob said, "Moat Cailin. We'll meet Sansa there before she goes to Winterfell." He smirked and glanced at Arya. "Littlefinger is with her. You can have him. But don't give him a quick death. Make him beg first. Make him feel hopeless before you end his miserable life."
Arya's expression hardened. "I'm not clear on what part he played in my father's death—or if he was even involved."
Jacob's smirk didn't fade. "Oh, he had everything to do with your father's death. He planned it."
Arya's voice was sharp. "How do you know?"
Jacob said, "Let's just say it's one of my powers. I know things. If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself when we meet him."
Arya studied him for a moment. "Why do you hate him so much? Did he do something to you or your family?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. I've never met the man. I just hate people like him. Politicians."
Arya frowned. "What are politicians?"
Jacob's voice was cold. "Schemers who will do anything to reach their goals."
---
It took them only three minutes to reach the ancient, ruined fortress of Moat Cailin. They landed inside its crumbling walls.
Jacob looked around at the overgrown stones and broken towers. "Now we wait. Your sister should appear any day now." He smiled. "But let's get comfortable."
He found a relatively flat, open area inside the fortress and pulled the capsule house from his pocket dimension. He tossed it.
The capsule hit the ground with a soft thunk—and exploded outward in a cloud of white smoke. When the smoke cleared, a beautiful two-story house stood in the middle of the ancient ruins.
Arya, despite all the abilities and wonders Jacob had already shown her, stood frozen, her mouth hanging open. "It… it came from nowhere."
Jacob smiled. "Let's go inside."
He led her into the house. For the next couple of hours, he showed her around—the living room, the kitchen, the bedrooms, the bathroom. He explained how the lights worked, how the refrigerator kept food cold, what the television was for.
Arya listened, fascinated, touching everything, asking endless questions. Jacob answered each one patiently, watching as the hard-faced girl slowly began to look like a child again.
To be continued… 😊
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