[Spatial soil, level one, already ploughed, can be used to plant crops, raising time to maturity, tenfold, can be brought out to use outside of the space, can improve soil outside of the space]
Jon then went over to the spring and used his hand to touch the spring water, and sure enough, there was a prompt.
[Spatial spring water, level one, can be drunk, has an improving effect on the human body, can be used for irrigation, raising crop maturity time, tenfold, can be brought out of the space and used, can improve soil outside of the space]
"The water and soil in the space should really help me more in the future, especially with the North's farming conditions," he mused. He then went to every tool to see its property and effects on the farm, starting with the shovel.
[Shovel, tool, level one, can automatically turn the soil, can be brought out to use outside of the space]
[Bucket, tool, level one, can automatically irrigate the soil, operation time, can be brought out to use outside of the space]
[Insecticide, agricultural chemical, toxic, level one, can automatically kill insects, not for consumption, can be brought out of the space, doses / infinite]
[Herbicide, agricultural chemical, toxic, level one, can automatically kill weeds, not for consumption, can be brought out of the space, doses / infinite.]
[Basket, tool, level one, can automatically collect crops, can be brought out to use outside of the space, acquired harvest is automatically stored in barn]
After investigating all the items outside the wooden cottage, he decided to go inside to look around. The entire cottage was a luxurious modern house with all the amenities.
As he entered his study room, on his table was a monitor with a 'Farm Intro' icon.
His hand touched the farm introduction icon, which immediately transformed into a line of white light, and all of a sudden a great deal of information flooded Jon's mind.
After a long while, having digested the information, he had also roughly guessed how this Spatial Farm worked.
In other words, he could use any functionality in this farm as he wished, including the shop. He could use gold for shopping, and could sell his harvest to the shop. He could bring things from the farm outside, and bring things from the outside in; everything followed his wishes. Just like in the novels he read.
Currently, the farm was just level one, and a lot of functionality was unavailable. If he could raise the level, he could even open pastures, and expand his land.
There was basically no limit to how far he could expand. He remembered around level 30, background unlocks would become available for arable land, and at level 45, the ranch and farm would combine and become a medium world.
As the farm rose in level, activities like turning soil, watering, or using pesticides could gain experience, slowly leveling up. He could also bring related things from outside into the space to evolve it, thereby leveling up. In other words, Jon could bring in specialties from the four continents: Westeros, Essos, Sothoryos, and Ulthos.
He then looked around his study room and pulled open the cupboard, discovering three items inside. One black ring, one short cane with the head carved into a bug, and one short cane with the head carved in the shape of grass. Jon knew what these things were with one glance.
[Spatial Ring, can hold host's items, limitless quantity, current item Gold – 105,000. Due to your level being too low, the gold cannot be brought outside the space.]
[Pest release tool, level one, can produce harmful insects that eat crops, usage frequency, hundred times per day, can be brought out and used outside the space]
[Weed release tool, level one, can produce weeds, fights farm crops for nutrition, usage frequency, hundred times per day, can be brought out and used outside the space.]
The moment he touched the ring, as though it had a mind of its own, it flew and seamlessly affixed itself to his ring finger, automatically resizing to fit perfectly.
"These two canes are really useful tools to have in your hand, mainly to take care of your rivals, competitors, or for shady people especially," he thought with a grin.
Jon then went and stood in front of the mirror. His appearance looked just like he asked for, but in a younger version. He was sure he would grow up to be one of the most handsome men in Westeros. He then tried to change his hair, and it slowly transformed from dark hair to a stunning blonde-almost silvery white.
"Damn... I almost look like an entirely different person."
[This is the effect of the Pure Targaryen blood that you wished for. It has ancient dragon blood mixed in it, and is able to transform your look and also gives you fire resistance and high affinity with dragons and magical talent]
He still remembered when he was younger, he'd tried putting his hand in a candle and hadn't felt any pain or gotten his finger burnt. It was a truly magical feeling to be powerful.
There was nothing else in the house, so he went out to inspect the barn.
[Barn, level one, can store goods, unlimited type and quantity, goods stored inside are identical when taken out, can be used outside the space, current items, Wheat seeds, six bags.]
"Hey Eve, can you change the 'goods stored inside are identical when taken out' setting? I don't want all my products looking the same size. Like, I don't want all the thousands of potatoes or pumpkins to look identical."
[I can change it easily. In the future, if you want to change anything, you can also use the monitor in your study room.]
"Okay," Jon affirmed. He then went to the ploughed lands and noticed the whole farmland was about 50 times bigger than the Original Farm, thanks to all the enhancements he wished for. In the farm, he planted 60 bags of wheat, then with 440 Gold, he bought another 90 bags of wheat, 150 bags of corn, 100 bags of rice, and for the last 100 fields, he bought a mix of pumpkin, potatoes, and some herbs and spices that he purchased from Eve.
'Seeds are too expensive in the system store. In the future, I need to extract seeds from the harvested crops,' Jon reminded himself.
After watering the newly planted crops and taking a refreshing shower in the cottage, Jon went to sleep. In the morning, he quickly woke up, inspected the thriving plants, and then left the farm space.
A portal appeared silently in one of the rooms of the Great Keep, and Jon stepped out. After quickly changing his dress, he left for breakfast.
Arriving in the hall, he spotted Ned, Lady Catelyn, Robb, and baby Sansa, who had just been born last year.
A typical breakfast for Northern Lords was always hot bread, butter and honey, blackberry preserves, a rasher of bacon, soft-boiled egg, and a wedge of cheese.
But when he entered today, he saw a big cake on the table and everyone was looking at him. Only then did he realize that today was his fifth nameday. He couldn't believe he got so distracted with the farm and system activation that he almost forgot his own birthday.
Arriving near the table, he greeted them and started eating. It was a festive mood in the hall with laughter and celebration. Unlike the TV show, Lady Catelyn had shown love and care towards him and treated him like her own son. Perhaps it was because Ned Stark had told her the truth of his birth and that he wasn't her husband's bastard.
Whether she could keep the secret is another issue, but for the last five years he spent time with her, he had come to know how wise and intelligent she was.
After breakfast, he went straight to the library to download all the information from around the world. The Starks had been around for thousands of years, so he could imagine the amount of information gathered. With only the knowledge of plots alone, he couldn't win the game and sit on the Iron Throne. He needed Knowledge, Wealth, Power, Allies, Powerful Armies, Territory, and Loyal Followers.
Winterfell Training Grounds - Present Day (Jon at 12 Name-Days)
The clang of steel echoed through the Winterfell training yard, a rhythmic symphony under the harsh northern sky. A boy of ten-and-two namedays, his dark hair often falling into piercing grey eyes, moved with a fluid grace that belied his youth. He was Jon Stark, the acknowledged heir to Winterfell, and before him stood a formidable opponent: Ser Arthur Dayne, the legendary Sword of the Morning, now simply 'Ser Arthur', a household knight of Winterfell, his true identity a closely guarded secret shared only by the few.
Arthur, renowned for his unmatched skill, wielded a practice sword with meticulous precision, every strike calculated, every parry flawless. Yet, he was being pushed. The boy, Jon, parried a blistering attack with an almost arrogant ease, his own sword a blur of motion. He ducked under a wide swing, pivoted, and brought his blade up in a lightning-fast arc, stopping just an inch from Arthur's throat.
Arthur stood still, his chest heaving slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Well struck, Lord Jon," he rasped, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and awe. "Faster than a striking viper. You improve with every sun."
Just then, Robb Stark, a year older and already a formidable young warrior in his own right, entered the yard, wiping sweat from his brow. He watched Jon and Ser Arthur, a keen admiration in his eyes. "Another victory for Jon, I see," Robb called out, his voice hearty. "Even I find it hard to keep up with his pace sometimes, Ser Arthur."
Arthur chuckled, shaking his head. "Lord Robb, you too are a formidable swordsman. But Lord Jon… he moves as if the very air bends to his will. It's a gift few are born with, fewer still can master so young." He turned to Jon, his gaze intense. "There is little I can teach you now, my prince, that you have not already mastered. Your blade sings with a song that few can hear, and none can match."
Jon merely offered a small, knowing smile. He knew the depths of his own abilities, the implanted knowledge of countless battles, the martial talents blessed by Ares and Takemikazuchi. He had been holding back, of course. To reveal the true extent of his skill would raise too many questions. Even now, he sometimes found it difficult to temper his movements, to make them seem merely exceptional, rather than supernatural.
"How was I, Ser Arthur?" Jon asked, his voice calm, despite the exertion.
Arthur paused, a thousand thoughts running through his mind. If it had been anyone else, he would have had a hundred different things to improve upon. But the lad before him, this boy who was secretly the true King, had not long ago effortlessly cut through half a dozen of the household guards in a friendly sparring session like he was carving a cake. The scene still haunted Arthur, the way the boy moved was too effortless and fluid, like a dancer. The boy in front of him was a true painter, one who only used red.
"There is nothing to improve upon, my prince," Arthur admitted, his voice deep with conviction. "I dare say you are the best swordsman in the realm, even now. Your instincts… they are beyond anything I have ever witnessed."
Deep down, the legendary knight, now a sworn sword, secretly wished the boy standing before him would one day reclaim his birthright and sit on the Iron Throne. He could see the potential, the subtle intelligence behind those grey eyes, the unwavering determination.
Jon's Growing Influence (Age 6 to 12)
At the age of six, I began to implement practical inventions tailored to the North's specific needs, aiming to enrich its coffers and improve the lives of its people. One of my first 'inventions' was an enhanced design for geothermal heating systems. Leveraging the natural hot springs and volcanic activity prevalent in parts of the North, I guided maesters and engineers to develop more efficient pipe networks and heat exchangers. This allowed us to provide comfortable heating to homes, great halls, and even greenhouses, significantly reducing the demand for precious timber and charcoal, and opening up possibilities for year-round cultivation of more diverse crops.
In conjunction with this, I linked my Spatial Farm directly to the North's development. Through strategic "harvests" from the farm, I introduced fast-growing, cold-resistant strains of wheat, barley, and other staples. The spatial soil and water, known for their ability to accelerate growth tenfold, were subtly integrated into select Northern farmlands, particularly around Winterfell. This wasn't a visible miracle, but rather a gradual, almost imperceptible improvement in crop yields and soil fertility that was attributed to "improved farming techniques" and "blessings of the old gods." The increased agricultural output meant more food security for the North, and a surplus to trade, further filling our coffers.
I also focused on developing advanced fishing techniques and preservation methods for our coastal communities, utilizing more durable nets and rudimentary smoking and salting processes that drastically extended the shelf life of catches. This allowed Northern fish to be transported further inland and even south, creating a valuable new trade commodity.
My "inventions" were always presented as innovative solutions gleaned from ancient texts in the Winterfell library or inspired by observations of nature, never as supernatural gifts. The maesters, always eager for new knowledge, were easily convinced and eager to implement these improvements.
My loyal Brotherhood (Assassins Creed), whom I had freed from my dimension when I was three, became the invisible hand behind my growing influence. They were not scattered across Westeros for direct conflict with the Crown or for collecting taxes, but rather integrated seamlessly into the North itself. Disguised as craftsmen, traders, scribes, and even minor lords' sworn swords, they established intelligence networks throughout the North, observing, listening, and quietly ensuring the loyalty of key figures. They also served as a dedicated, highly efficient labor force for my various projects, from building improved roads in the wilderness to constructing new, more efficient mills and mining operations. Every powerful warrior or specialized individual I had summoned from my dimension was carefully placed and given a new identity within the Northern landscape, blending into society and providing expertise where most needed.
I used the information gathered by my network to identify struggling inns, taverns, and warehouses across the North. Instead of outright purchasing them, which might draw too much attention, I orchestrated situations where their current owners, often facing financial ruin or lacking proper management, would "seek the counsel" of Winterfell. I then offered fair, structured loans and introduced efficient management practices, often placing one of my hidden loyalists in a key supervisory role. These were not 'gifts' or 'discounts' but strategic investments that slowly brought key infrastructure under my influence, always with the appearance of legitimate business and aid. With the additional coin, I quietly funded the construction and operation of new orphanages and clinics throughout the North, staffed by my people, ensuring both their loyalty and a genuine improvement in the lives of the common folk. These establishments also provided excellent cover for my network, allowing movement and information exchange under the guise of legitimate commerce and charity, all serving to strengthen the bonds between Winterfell and its people.
My influence grew slowly but steadily throughout the years, solidifying the North's self-sufficiency and preparing it for whatever future challenges lay ahead. I felt I might have set myself back slightly due to an emotional outburst once or twice, particularly in moments of frustration with the ignorance of others or the slowness of change. Still, I was never one to dwell on mistakes, so I looked to the future and how to make the most of my situation. The North was my home, Winterfell my seat, and the hidden truth of my blood a secret weapon. The game was truly afoot.