Rhaegar Targaryen.

The Silver Prince, son of the Mad King, brother of the Beggar King and the Mother of Dragons, and the last true dragon.

His life ended too soon on the riverbank named after the ruby ​​on his breastplate, like "stars weeping blood" during a "wrong spring".

People couldn't even tell which side of the coin he was—"Whenever a Targaryen was born, the gods would toss a coin."

Will he become the wise king people expect, inheriting the Seven Kingdoms conquered by his ancestors? Or will he become the next Mad King, as he did in his final act of taking Lyanna Stark away and igniting the War of the Seven Kingdoms?

Westeros made the Targaryens what they were, and it made this middle-class dragonflight family, a freehold in Valyria, what it was.

But perhaps Westeros also ruined them.

His descendants were trapped in Westeros—the edge of the known world, this vast, isolated island.

The Targaryens, riding dragons, should have been the freest people in the world.

But that ugly iron chair, like a child holding a kite string, easily caught the last real dragon.

The giant dragons were trapped in a cage-like dragon's lair, and the true dragons were trapped in the stinking King's Landing.

Perhaps, the title of Conqueror could be followed by "Second," there could be two Mothers of Dragons, "Cruel Mago" could become "Heavy Mago," the Blackfire sword would no longer be pointed at Westeros, and Valyria's glory would no longer be confined to the Citadel of Ancients.

Perhaps, A Song of Ice and Fire could be even grander.

“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…”

There was a guy named Lin Mo, a modern-day "expert" familiar with the plot of *Game of Thrones*, who somehow transmigrated to the world of *The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim*, becoming a Dragonborn with power, wealth, and an incredibly long lifespan. But after a while, he got utterly bored. Then, fate played another trick on him, throwing him onto the continent of Westeros. Alright, Lin Mo slapped his forehead and decided to stir things up in this grand game of power, embarking on a crazy and hilarious legendary journey.

P.S.: The main character has definitely been weakened; it would be difficult to write without weakening him.

Recruit soldiers, build territories, command armies, conquer the world, and seize the throne... No longer small-team battles, but conquest by legions. Total War: Warhammer, Warcraft, Heroes of Might and Magic, Dynasty Warriors, The Lord of the Rings, Mount & Blade, A Song of Ice and Fire... Welcome to the Strategic Master God Space!

Knowing the plot intimately, Roderick arrives with the system at his fingertips. In this life, the Red Wedding will not happen, and Daenerys will not have to fight alone. He will redeem all those who are wronged and win the hearts of all the beauties in the world. When the long night falls, I will be the sole emperor of mankind!

Before you stands: the reincarnation of the Laughing Storm, the legendary Dragoon, the supreme Pyromancer, the super-powerful Hydra Mage, the charismatic Wild Deer, the Shatterer of Chains, the Destroyer of the Long Night, the collector of Dragonwolf Flowers, the only sun on both sides of the Narrow Sea, the Emperor of the Valyrian Empire. What? Too many titles to remember! This is Gendry, the blacksmith's rise to power!

Transmigrated into a villainous lord in an action-adventure eroge? And destined to be used as a satisfying moment by the hero? No matter how you look at it, this is hard to accept! Fortunately, the Bilibili app arrived along with it, and from then on, Link could extract all sorts of beautiful girls from various 'doujinshi worlds'... Agnes from *Red-Haired Demon God*, Kim Mi-ting from *Brave New World*, Hannah from *Teacher's Grace*, Irene from *Twilight Prostitute*, Stella from *Warrior Dogeza Hypnosis*... and various elves, beast-eared girls, maids, princess knights, anti-demon ninjas... If he had these beautiful assistants helping him in various places, then everything would be fine! With these, he could live well in this other world, develop his own territory, create his own paradise, and change the game's inevitable death ending! Just when Link had fully developed and was ready to compete with the hero, the result... What? You're telling me the hero is a woman?! (P.S. Note before viewing: All the doujinshi used are rated 90 points or higher by the author, so you can enjoy them without worry. No characters from domestic secondary games are included to avoid backlash. Characters from single-player games or games like League of Legends can be considered if desired. That's all!)

Xue Tian's journey begins at Hogwarts, as he freely travels through countless worlds, experiencing the diverse wonders and dangers of each, ultimately reaching the pinnacle of power. The worlds Xue Tian will visit include Harry Potter, Noragami, Ever Night, Game of Thrones, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Dragon Ball, Naruto, and many more. Please stay tuned!

Transmigrating into the body of Jon Snow, in this life, Jon refuses to become the Night's Watchman on the Wall. He chooses instead to farm, tame beasts, and conquer the Iron Throne. Tyrion: Jon Snow is far more cunning than I am. Littlefinger: I despise schemers like Jon Snow. Daenerys: Jon truly deserves the title of Father of Dragons. The Night King: Let us all pledge our loyalty to Lord Jon! In this life, direwolves and dragons reign supreme.

Standing before you are: the bard of Westeros, the court musician of the Seven Kingdoms, the battlefield singer, the singer of the Seven Gods, the adventurer of the entire map, the magic prophet, the information peddler... ahem—and of course, in the past, there were also: the vulgar harpist of the Peach Inn, the doggerel poet of Blacksmith Street, the jester of the Red Keep, the wandering singer of the King's Road, the soul singer of the Brotherhood... [After sunrise, flip a gold dragon coin] [Heads up, receive four pieces of information] [Tails up, receive a random poem] […] What, my ultimate goal? — Fame? A golden dragon? A title? A noblewoman's love? ... Damn it! I just want to improve, to "survive"! P.S. This book is also known as: Soul Transmigration is Soul Transmigration, what the hell is Seven-String Tom?!