Game of Thrones: I'm Dothrak King!!
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Everything in his vision began to spin. The surrounding environment became dreamlike, and a wave of drowsiness washed over him.
When he opened his eyes again, the scenery had completely changed.
A cacophony of noises assaulted his ears.
The smell of dust and an indescribable scent of age and decay filled the air.
The next moment.
"Hey! Brat! Get out of the way!"
An arrogant, thundering shout exploded from behind him.
Almost instantly, before the just-awakened Luca could react, the sharp whistle of something breaking the wind approached the back of his head!
Slap!
Without time to fully process the situation, Luca spun around instinctively. His waist twisted sideways just in the nick of time, and his left hand shot out like lightning, his fingers clamping precisely onto the incoming ankle!
"Eh??"
A heavy gasp of surprise came from his side.
Only now did Luca, finally fully awake, see his attacker.
It was a burly man wearing worn-out samurai clothes, his face full of flesh and his eyes fierce.
Right now, the man was frozen in an extremely awkward posture, his right leg firmly gripped by Luca.
"Damn brat! Let go!"
The burly man roared, struggling desperately, veins bulging on his forehead.
He had only intended to casually kick aside a brat blocking the road. But seeing his leg caught by the kid didn't incite fear; instead, he flushed red with humiliation and anger.
However, no matter how hard he struggled, the brat's hand on his ankle felt like a vice of cast iron. It didn't budge an inch.
The massive gap in strength made his heart sink.
But before he could say anything, his two companions behind him burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Haha, Akita, did you spend all your strength on women's bellies? Can't even shake off a brat?"
"Hahaha, how embarrassing, you idiot!"
The two men, arms crossed and faces full of schadenfreude, clearly had no intention of stepping in to help.
However, neither the twisted roar of the humiliated man nor the malicious ridicule of his companions stirred any emotion in Luca.
Having just woken up, he calmly scanned his surroundings.
Typical old Japanese architecture, the wood blackened by time.
The road underfoot was muddy and potholed, with garbage and sewage piled haphazardly in the corners.
The sparse pedestrians on both sides of the street wore rough linen clothes and had shrinking, evasive eyes.
Upon seeing the conflict here, they immediately lowered their heads like frightened quails, quickening their pace to flee, terrified of getting involved in trouble.
Did I awaken my consciousness directly this time?
But is this ancient Japan? Or the Rukongai in Soul Society?
While Luca was thinking, the captured samurai noticed Luca's utter disregard for them.
The humiliation of failing to break free, combined with his companions' mockery, turned his eyes bloodshot. Reason was instantly swallowed by violence!
"Die, brat!"
But the next moment, the only response he got was a cold rebuke.
"Noisy!"
Just as the burly man raised his katana, he felt a massive, overwhelming force transmit from his calf.
CRACK!
The crisp, teeth-aching sound of bone fracturing rang out clearly!
"AHHH—!!!"
The man named Akita only managed to scream halfway.
Luca seemed to lift his arm casually, then swung it lightly outward.
Akita's heavy body, weighing at least two hundred pounds, was swung over Luca's head like a lightweight rag doll!
The next moment!
Whoosh—!
Amidst the whistling wind, the burly man's body turned into a blur, smashing violently toward his two companions who were still watching the show, smiles frozen on their faces.
BOOM—
A loud crash.
The three men tangled together like bowling pins and flew straight into a mud wall.
The not-so-sturdy wall collapsed instantly, burying most of the three men and kicking up a large cloud of dust.
Clack.
Reaching out, Luca caught the katana that had flown out of the leader's hand. He glanced casually at the blade, which was clearly poorly maintained and slightly rusty, then walked slowly toward the three men buried under the collapsed wall.
Before the dust settled, Luca was already upon them.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Three lightning-fast strikes with the back of the blade. Ignoring whether they were already unconscious from the impact, he gave each of them an extra tap for good measure.
If not for being new here and unfamiliar with the situation—and not wanting to immediately label himself a murderer—Luca wouldn't have let these three scum off so easily.
But since he spared their lives, it was only natural to collect a thank-you gift.
With a flip of his wrist, the coin purses and katanas from their waists all ended up in Luca's hands.
Hanging the three long swords at his waist, he casually weighed the worn coin purses.
When Luca looked around again...
The pedestrians on the street, who were already hurrying, had now completely vanished behind closed doors. The entire street was silent; not even a dog barked.
Seeing this, Luca didn't bother them. He tapped his foot lightly and vanished from the spot with a flicker of speed.
...
"Rukongai, District 71 of East Rukon? No wonder it's so shabby."
"If I had known it was this kind of place, I wouldn't have needed to spare those three earlier."
Now far away from his "spawn point," Luca muttered the information he had just gathered.
But he had no intention of going back to trouble those unlucky bastards.
However, being in Rukongai makes it hard to determine the exact year and time. These wandering souls probably don't even know the names of the Gotei 13 captains, let alone the date.
Putting aside the idea of checking the timeline for now, Luca began to quietly assess his physical condition.
He didn't know if it was because his spirit had grown stronger or if this was just how the cheat mechanic worked now.
From having zero autonomy when he first went to the Detective Conan world, to barely realizing his outsider status in the Devil May Cry world, to awakening his memories halfway through the Cyberpunk 2077 world and profiteering among the corps...
This time, Luca regained full consciousness the moment he arrived in the Bleach world. No need to worry about "AFK farming" causing him to miss opportunities.
However, Luca had originally expected to transmigrate as a human into Karakura Town, the setting for the main plot in the living world.
He was ready to pose as a Quincy, try to get close to Kisuke Urahara hiding in Karakura Town, and learn some of his tech.
Who knew the cheat would skip the living human step entirely and send him straight to Soul Society as a soul?
In that case, it seems I have to try the Shinigami route.
I wonder who's leading the 12th Division's Department of Research and Development at this point in time...
But I didn't expect that even a soul body could inherit this ability...
Thinking this, Luca looked at his left hand.
On the back of his hand, several pink dragon scales were slowly surfacing!