Unknown POV
"Hello? Is anyone there?"I was in an endless space, nothing in sight. I knew I had died, but I couldn't remember how it happened-or — or anything about my past. I knew I was born in the 21st century and remembered general things about it. But my family, friends, and personal life? All blank.
I couldn't tell how long I had been in this void — days, months, years, centuries? I had no idea.
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"Ah, what do we have here? Looks like a lost soul."
"Who's there? I can't see anyone!" I asked.
"I am what you mortals call ROB. You can't see me because I am everywhere and nowhere," said ROB.
"Where is this place? And why am I here?" I asked ROB.
"You, mortal, missed your reincarnation cycle. Sometimes, souls get flung into the void," said ROB.
"So what happens now? Am I stuck here forever, or am I getting reincarnated?" I asked.
"There are two choices you can take:
Option 1: Reincarnate into the normal world.Option 2: Reincarnate into one of the fictional worlds you remember from your last life, with a few wishes."
"I choose Option 2," I said. Because let's face it — who wants a boring life when you could live in stories like Naruto, Game of Thrones, One Piece, or Harry Potter?
"Well, you made your choice. Now let's see which world you're going to be reincarnated into," ROB said, conjuring a roulette wheel filled with the names of TV series, shows, and movies.
He spun the wheel. It felt like it spun for hours, then it finally landed on ASOIAF (AU).
"What kind of AU is this?" I asked ROB.
"In this AU, the Night King wins the Battle of Winterfell during the Long Night. He wipes out all life on Planetos," ROB explained.
"What? Didn't Arya Stark kill the Night King? What about Jon Snow and Daenerys? Or was the Night King just too powerful?" I asked.
"Well," said ROB, "Jon Snow died at age 8 after running away from Winterfell. He couldn't bear the abuse from Catelyn Tully during the Greyjoy Rebellion. That event caused a ripple effect: the North was weakened after the War of the Five Kings, and Ramsay Bolton became Warden of the North. Without Jon, the Freefolk never crossed the Wall, and when the Night King attacked, his army swelled in numbers. And no — he wasn't weak like in the show."
Damn, the riverbitch really screwed things up huh. That's why I always say — never trust the South. Politics and faith, squabbling lords, knights with egos the size of castles. In the North, if you're offended, you duke it out in the yard and fix things over wine. Rickard Stark should've never sought Southern alliances. If he hadn't, the rebellion wouldn't have started. Brandon could have married Barbery Ryswell, Catelyn Tully would've been out of the picture, and Lyanna wouldn't have been betrothed to Robert Baratheon.
"Well then, let's get on with it. What are your wishes?" ROB asked.
"First... when, where, and who will I be reincarnated as?" I asked.
"Hmm. You will be reborn as Theon Stark, first son of Brandon Stark, grandson of Torrhen Stark (the King Who Knelt). You'll have a twin brother who was originally meant to be Warden of the North. Now, your wishes?" ROB said.
"My first wish: I want the knowledge to create a potion that allows every Stark — trueborn or bastard — to transform into a direwolf or hybrid form. It should also leave a subtle mental command that encourages a strong pack mentality. Like they say, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives."
"I can do that. You'll find it on your fifth birthday. In the Lord's solar, there will be a secret compartment — accidentally opened using Stark blood — containing scrolls on potions, treasures, and coins," said ROB.
"My second wish: I want all the breathing techniques from Demon Slayer, and teach them to others."
"Granted," said ROB.
"My third wish: I want Dracule Mihawk's swordsmanship, including all his battle memories — but no Haki. Just raw skill and experience."
"Next," said ROB.
"I want all the knowledge of Senku Ishigami from Dr. Stone," I said.
"Next."
"I want the Starks to be bonded to ice dragons, like in Eragon."
"Next."
"For my final wish: I want knowledge of magic and runes — the kind that can be used to forge magic swords and create wards like in Harry Potter. For example, I want to place protective wards around Winterfell so anyone with ill intentions feels discomfort, making it hard for spies to enter. I also want to use wardstones to create something like the Marauder's Map, to track what's happening throughout the North and Winterfell."
"I will place that knowledge in the same secret compartment as the potion instructions. With that, your final wish is complete," said ROB.
"I have a request — can you lock my memories until my fifth birthday? I don't want to deal with the whole embarrassing baby phase."
"Granted," said ROB.
"Good luck on your journey," ROB said.