[House of the Dragon, the prequel to Game of Thrones. 】

When he found out that he had traveled through time and space and became Aegon II Targaryen, he knew he had no other choice!

After all, his half-sister who was named heir to the kingdom would not let him, the king's eldest son, go!

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"Your Highness, you seem to enjoy reading history books." Otto Hightower sat down opposite Aegon Targaryen.

"Grandfather, open all the history books, what do you think they say?" Aegon stroked the sheepskin history books with a dazed look in his eyes.

"All the history books? There are so many things in them." Otto frowned slightly.

Aegon came back to his senses, and the corners of his lips suddenly raised: "Grandfather, from the time of the ancestors to the current Targaryen dynasty, there are countless historical books, and they all say, become the king"

"What is justice?" "What is fairness?" "Justice may be delayed, but never absent?" "Is delayed justice still justice?" "Does this peace, built on the bones of countless innocent people, make you feel proud and proud?" "Look, this is the great achievement I have accomplished." "Surely, the world can't live without me?" "This ugly face is truly... disgusting." — A Thousand Years. This ninja world has been in chaos for a thousand years. Rotting corpses, blinding blood, and rusted, broken swords litter the battlefield. And the war... never stops. No one can end it. And now... he has arrived.

The people of Game of Thrones are in dire straits, blood and fire clashing everywhere, dragons breathing fire, knights brandishing swords, and a new perspective is desperately needed. What a mess! Gaimon, another time traveler from House Targaryen, rides dragons, experiences magic, battles, farming, sea adventures, and the unknown... Now that I'm here, how can I not experience everything I haven't in my previous life? After experiencing everything, what kind of god am I?

“I know you are wealthy, Tyrion Lannister.” “The second son of Casterly Rock, living a life of luxury and abundance, protected by guards and Bronn, you don’t need a friend like me.” “But now you come to me saying, ‘Lord Corleone, please grant me justice!’” “You have no respect for me whatsoever, you don’t consider me a friend.” “You won’t even call me ‘Sir.’” Thus spoke Vito Corleone in the dungeons of King’s Landing. The short dwarf took two steps forward, knelt on one knee, and reverently kissed the back of his hand: “Sir Corleone, please forgive my past folly.” “My brother said that, throughout the entire Seven Kingdoms, only you can give me justice.” “I can pay more.” Hearing this, Corleone grinned, touching the golden dragon he always kept close to his body in his pocket: “You have already expressed your…”