A Song of Ice and Fire, a Game of Thrones fanfiction. Based primarily on the original Game of Thrones novels. "Though the night of revolution is brief, this glory will endure. I, Viserys Targaryen, will not enjoy this glory alone." "There can be no two suns in the sky, and within my heart lies only one sun, Lord Viserys!" "Please look carefully, is this face fit for an emperor?" "The people of King's Landing fear not even the dragoons; these are no ordinary people!" Wherever dragonfire sweeps, the emperor's territory becomes his. Transmigrating to become the last true dragon, the Beggar King, Viserys Targaryen. He is later known as the True Dragon Emperor, the Great One, the Father of Dragons, the Dragon King of Blood and Fire, the Unburnt One, the Liberator, the Breaker of Chains, the Breaker of Crowns, the Emperor of Westeros and Valyria, the hero who defies the Long Night. How a downtrodden prince of a fallen kingdom, a once frail soul, gradually seizes empire and crown. [Warrior's Talent: Improves combat talent] [Critical Hit: Increases the chance of serious damage from attacks] [Fire Element Affinity: Enhances affinity for fire elements and increases fire magic attack rate] [Knight's Oath: Strengthens the connection with the dragon] [Succubus: Improves charm conversion]

The first thing Costa Ries did after transmigrating was to top the police department's wanted list. Worse still, the "Tribunal," the supernatural organization the original owner had served, planned to eliminate him as a legacy issue. Fortunately, he possessed the ability to continuously level up by fulfilling contracts, and a reliable, wealthy female teammate. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted long in this godforsaken place. ...New Lund, the steam-powered capital of the Beside Empire, a metropolis where progress and decadence coexist. Here, if you don't want to become a subject of astral magic experiments or raw material for bio-alchemy, it's best to stay away from the unlit streets at night.

In 1883, on the blood-and-fire western frontier, the Dutton family embarked on a westward journey: veteran James protected his family, rebellious daughter Elsa sought freedom, and precocious teenager Tom tamed the fierce green mule "Loach," struggling to survive amidst bandit raids and the desolate wilderness. Armed with covered wagons and lever-action rifles, they enforced an ironclad law between gallows-lined towns and vast grasslands: tame the wilderness or be devoured by it.

Arthur Thorne rose from his throne of brass, corpses, and pipes, donning a crown forged from alchemy, steam, and blood, and taking up the scythe entwined with fate. He looked up. The twinkling stars in the sky were all enemies. But before that... Arthur Thorne, newly transported, faced a grave problem: how to hollow out his body and survive when alchemy, medicine, and conventional supernatural powers proved ineffective.