In 298AC, when Jon Arryn was poisoned, Matthew knew his chance had arrived. Chaos is a ladder. Robert would die, Stannis would kill Renly, and the murder of one's own family is unforgivable. Then, only the bastards remained of the Baratheon family's legitimate line. And he just happened to be one of them. The desires of a transmigrator never cease. Subsequently, he began to work even harder to amass wealth. When he obtained his first golden dragon, fortune smiled upon him, and his cheat ability was activated. At this moment, Matthew understood even more clearly that what he wanted, no one else could take from him. He not only wanted to be the King of Westeros, but also to conquer Essos and seize the Iron Bank of Braavos. "Faceless Ones? White Walkers? Dragons?" As Matthew, adorned with runes, sat on the Iron Throne, hearing his subordinates' discussions, he sneered disdainfully: "How many runic weapons can they withstand? Ten thousand..."