Reborn as Drogon, the black dragon in Game of Thrones, he is overheard by Daenerys Targaryen.

Zhuo Geng: [These two clumsy dragons need proper training. They shouldn't die so easily and bring shame to our dragon race.]

Daenerys: "Jackie, from now on, don't feed Rhego and Viserion separately. Let them fight over the meat... Fight? Just don't kill them!"

Rego and Viserion: "My dragon life!"

Drogon: [Tyrion is perfectly capable of being Hand of the King.]

Daenerys: "Tyrion, I appoint you as Hand of the King."

Imp: "But I am a Lannister."

Daenerys Targaryen: "I believe you!"

Zhuo Geng: [Daenerys has been a bit irritable these past few days. Could it be that she's on her period?]

Daenerys: "???"

Rean Schwarzer, Falcom's favorite son, a professional cheater, and the successor of the Eight Leaves Wife-Killing Style. When a soul from Earth transmigrates into his body, will it change his original trajectory? Will he still experience the fate of his sister being kidnapped, his father severely injured, his mother knocked unconscious, and his best friend tragically killed? This book is a Trails of Eternity fanfiction. The author is a staunch supporter of Crystal Palace; please do not enter if you dislike this. A book club has been created; welcome to join: 5.1.3.0.1.7.4.5.7. My new book, "I am Shinji, What brings You Here?", has been released; please add it to your collection, click, and recommend it.

The fjord lay still, its surface undisturbed, reflecting the leaden gray storm clouds overhead. Flocks of ravens circled and swooped, heralding the arrival of an icy northern wind. This was the first sight the protagonist beheld after traversing time to ninth-century Scandinavia. He found himself an ordinary self-sustaining farmer, possessing nothing more than a barren, desolate wheat field. For centuries, the glory of the Roman Empire had crumbled into dust, and the world lay fractured. Kings warred incessantly, and in this turbulent, grim medieval era, his foremost task was survival—then, to find a way to end the chaos.