A Song of Ice and Fire, a Game of Thrones fanfiction. Based primarily on the original Game of Thrones novels. "Though the night of revolution is brief, this glory will endure. I, Viserys Targaryen, will not enjoy this glory alone." "There can be no two suns in the sky, and within my heart lies only one sun, Lord Viserys!" "Please look carefully, is this face fit for an emperor?" "The people of King's Landing fear not even the dragoons; these are no ordinary people!" Wherever dragonfire sweeps, the emperor's territory becomes his. Transmigrating to become the last true dragon, the Beggar King, Viserys Targaryen. He is later known as the True Dragon Emperor, the Great One, the Father of Dragons, the Dragon King of Blood and Fire, the Unburnt One, the Liberator, the Breaker of Chains, the Breaker of Crowns, the Emperor of Westeros and Valyria, the hero who defies the Long Night. How a downtrodden prince of a fallen kingdom, a once frail soul, gradually seizes empire and crown. [Warrior's Talent: Improves combat talent] [Critical Hit: Increases the chance of serious damage from attacks] [Fire Element Affinity: Enhances affinity for fire elements and increases fire magic attack rate] [Knight's Oath: Strengthens the connection with the dragon] [Succubus: Improves charm conversion]

[Fantasy World] [Pseudo-D&D] [Adventurer] [Physical Class] The so-called Resurrection Coin is a miraculous item that resurrects you to full health, mana, and status, clearing all debuffs and curses, and also clearing all skill cooldowns... So—"Take one of my meteors, one meteor, one meteor... one meteor!" Dungeon bosses: "Don't come near me!!!" ---- Classes are heaven and earth's record of the extraordinary. [Sword God], [Emperor], [Great Sage], [Brave], [Demon King]... This world is filled with countless shining stars. Old nobility, rising empires, a chaotic land, rampant monsters, vulnerable humans, and dungeons that both breed miracles and harbor disasters... Countless geniuses, powerful individuals, even living legends and mythical beings, have all found their place in this boundless...

Transmigrating to another world, you're trapped in an attic and become a madman. Your only golden finger is just for sarcastic remarks. [Bad news: Your uncle is planning to make you disappear from the family tree with dignity.] [Good news: The beautiful widowed countess attending the banquet needs a new puppet husband to protect her territory.] So, Dashian becomes the contracted husband of this "internal and external troubled countess." [Bad news: From your cheap uncle to the surrounding hungry wolves, from the mole in the castle to the inquisitor of the church, everyone is lining up to make you and your new wife disappear.] [Good news: It seems that your shadow... can eat all their magic and holy light as a snack?] So, in order to be a good husband to this countess, the ordinary Dashian decides to start with the first thing: fill his stomach and become...

[The first dragon god of the new era must be a golden dragon!] [A red dragon? The strongest of the five-colored dragons, that makes sense!] [An abyssal demon dragon? It's quite powerful, not impossible!] [Where did this mushroom come from?]... Ansu died unexpectedly and was reborn as a mushroom with legs. Fortunately, he had the [Dragon Panel] and could draw power from it. "But... isn't this panel's quest a bit off?" [You defeated the brother who stole your eggshell: another hatchling dragon] [It showed a submissive posture, seemingly wanting to become your familiar] [Quest reward issued] Looking at the lizard lying dead not far away, and his own mushroom body, Ansu nodded in conviction. "That's right, it's a dragon, and I'm a dragon too."... "An extraterrestrial evil mushroom has entered our world." "Despicable..."

The first thing Costa Ries did after transmigrating was to top the police department's wanted list. Worse still, the "Tribunal," the supernatural organization the original owner had served, planned to eliminate him as a legacy issue. Fortunately, he possessed the ability to continuously level up by fulfilling contracts, and a reliable, wealthy female teammate. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted long in this godforsaken place. ...New Lund, the steam-powered capital of the Beside Empire, a metropolis where progress and decadence coexist. Here, if you don't want to become a subject of astral magic experiments or raw material for bio-alchemy, it's best to stay away from the unlit streets at night.

They say that after achieving great fortune, one will become a hero in another world. Why is my life different? Osido inexplicably traveled to a dungeon where strength is paramount, but he's ranked only 999th. [Core Skill: Drainer Activated] [Killing creatures has a chance to gain some skills, allowing you to fully absorb the effects of herbs/potions, etc.] Wow! The drop rate is really high! [Kill 3 'Rock Shell Lizards' to absorb energy] [Maximum Stamina +5] [Achieve Skill: 'Rock Lizard Stealth LV1 (0/100)' - temporarily reduces your presence, especially effective in rocky environments] In a dungeon where strength is paramount, gaining new skills by absorbing the abilities of others—isn't that perfect?

A succubus paladin trying to turn over a new leaf. A necromancer with extreme social anxiety who only lets skeletons socialize on his behalf. An orc priest who delves deeply into the realm of life but is very afraid of blood. And I, a traveler who doesn't belong to this world - a great bard. My name is Velen, and I was on the run when I unexpectedly found a diary. I thought it was a classic plot from Dragon Quest, but the god on the other side of the diary... doesn't seem very serious? Record stories and get rewards. Record fun and get more rewards. And our team of scumbags walking on the continent - seems to be the biggest fun in itself? [A worldview with a bit of everything], [Team road adventure], [Semi-diary], [More daily life]

Rune, a mediocre wizarding apprentice whose future hangs in the balance, suddenly finds himself transported to another world… “Transportation by horse? Duels by sword?” “So-called noble knights… are nothing more than a bunch of muscular, weak-willed brutes?” A sly smile crept across Rune’s lips. “In the wizarding world, you call me apprentice, and I won’t argue…” “But in this ignorant Middle Ages, what should you call me?”

Luo Zhen opened his eyes and found himself transported back to a past life's game. Back then, "Wizard Lord" was still in the background story, during the era of the Holy Paladins' rapid development. He became a young man named Luo Zhen Andrew. Today's wizards, aided by the Holy See of Light, have just defeated demons. Much of the past was monopolized by the Holy See, an era of blind faith in the gods. Elemental wizards, who studied and transformed the elements, and the traditional school of natural wizardry are now fading. Holy Spirit wizards, a Paladin school born from the Holy See's inheritance of divine mysticism and faith in the Holy Spirit, have emerged. Although he had traveled to this chaotic era where truth is controlled, he fortunately still had his Reader's Panel. Luo Zhen was surprised to discover that every book he read, no matter how profound...

Arthur Thorne rose from his throne of brass, corpses, and pipes, donning a crown forged from alchemy, steam, and blood, and taking up the scythe entwined with fate. He looked up. The twinkling stars in the sky were all enemies. But before that... Arthur Thorne, newly transported, faced a grave problem: how to hollow out his body and survive when alchemy, medicine, and conventional supernatural powers proved ineffective.