Song of Ice and Fire: The Night King is Dead, the New King is Stand

[Game of Thrones fanfiction] [Immortality] [No system]

After a night of heavy drinking, Zheng Xin opened his eyes to find himself transported to the world of Game of Thrones.

Looking down at the tattered rags hanging from his body, his skeletal arms, and his rotting body that crumbled with every movement, he was plunged into deep self-doubt.

Am I a skeleton soldier now? The lowest-ranking one under the Night King, a cannon fodder skeleton soldier who uses his body to extinguish walls of fire? Who the hell would do that? Are you stupid?

In order to avoid being used as cannon fodder, Zheng Xin began a leisurely life as a White Walker: when the leader was showing off, I was at the forefront; when the leader charged, I retreated; when the leader fought, I complained of being tired; and when the leader killed me, I was haggard, tearful, and heartbroken.

But he knew that soon, the Night King, along with all his strange "colleagues," would be going to die.

In order to become a true immortal and avoid dying alongside the Night King's million-strong army, Zheng Xin had to devise a plan.

From that moment on, an unseen hand began to stir up the winds and clouds over the continent of Westeros.