Pain!
A burning pain!
A burning pain like a sharp knife scraping against bone!
Daenerys Targaryen's forehead was slick with large beads of sweat, and she nearly screamed, pulling her hand back. Yet, she suppressed the instinct, letting her palm reach again for the fleeting flames. Her motor nerves and muscles were unscathed, her thin, long, white fingers unburned like fried chicken feet, dripping faintly with oil.
She had done it.
She had inherited the talent of her predecessor—the Unburned.
"Fire is power," Daenerys Targaryen whispered, enduring the searing heat. She could continue with her plan.
The old Daenerys had always known of her extraordinary heat resistance, yet she had never attempted to burn herself with fire. The Incubate Dragon had forced her hand once before, but even her resilient body had felt pain like any ordinary human.
"I do not fear pain," she murmured, plunging her hand into the glowing red coals as if frying a sweet potato, repeating the mantra, "I'm not afraid of pain," hoping to hypnotize herself into endurance.
Sweat drenched her hair, dripping onto the pillow and blanket below. After half a night of this ordeal, she licked her dry lips, withdrew her 'charcoal-roasted jade hand,' and nudged Ili, who had half-rolled out of bed like a sleeping pig. The blanket was spread on the floor near the bonfire; Ili, feeling the heat, had instinctively moved away.
"Khaleesi?" Ili asked, startled awake.
"Bring me some water," Daenerys said in a low voice.
"Should I go to the river?" Ili hesitated.
Daenerys paused, realizing Ma People rarely stored or drank raw water. Tea was unheard of. "That's okay. Just bring me two bags of mare's milk."
The Ma People rarely drank water. As nomads, they lacked a safe, stable water source; drinking raw water was life-threatening. Milk and mare's milk wine were their preferred hydration. In medieval Europe, nobles often quenched their thirst with low-strength wine, avoiding the bacteria in raw water. For the Dothraki, mare's milk was no less valuable than safe water.
"Sip, sip." After drinking nearly a quart of horse-scented mare's milk, Daenerys felt reborn, utterly at ease.
"Ili, add a few more bundles of wood," she said, lying back on her pillow and pointing to the firewood stacked in the corner.
"Khaleesi, your hair is sweaty… isn't it hot?" Ili hesitated.
"It's okay. Sweating relaxes my whole body," Daenerys replied, waving her hand.
She watched as the flames licked the stacked wood. In a gesture of generosity, she gave Ili a blanket and told her to find a comfortable place to sleep. Ili soon dozed, lying horizontally on the wool blanket, her slender, white feet resting directly on the woodpile. Initially, the flames made her hiss, but she eventually drifted into sleep.
In her dream, Daenerys wandered through a strange place. Four pillars of fire surrounded her; the world was an ocean of flames. She moved through the inferno, feeling both pain and joy. Above her, a dark shadow filled the sky.
Looking up, she froze.
A giant black-scaled dragon glared down at her, its eyes molten pits of fire. Its head was the size of a mountain, eyes as large as swimming pools, wings stretching across the sky.
Unlike her predecessor, who passively accepted the Dragon Dream, this Daenerys acted with purpose. She held the dragon egg close, repeatedly exposing herself to the flames, honing her resistance and striving to resonate with the dragon's spirit.
She had to be Dragon Mom.
Having migrated to this world, survival without a dragon was nearly impossible.
Only a moment of shock passed, then she threw her arms wide, shouting shamelessly, "Are you the black dragon? I am your mother! Remember me! Contact me every day and grant me all the strength I lack. And where are your brothers—the White Dragon and the Green Dragon?"
"Explosion—"
The black dragon opened its enormous mouth, spewing a jet of blood-red flame mixed with black smoke, engulfing Daenerys. Her skin charred, dead flesh seemed to tear away, and the blood in her veins boiled. Yet, unlike ordinary fire, there was no pain. Instead, she felt cleansing, softening, and revitalizing energy. Her body strengthened, solidifying, as if reborn.
"Ding dong!"
The scene abruptly shifted. A golden frame appeared like a movie screen in the blood-red sea of fire, displaying Chinese characters:
Character: Daenerys Targaryen (14 years old)
Physique: Very weak
Skills: Extremely weak
Bloodline Ability: Dragon Mother (Awakened)
Transmigration Mission: Free the slaves
Quest Reward: Unlock a skill or ability upon quest completion
"A system?" she whispered.
Information flowed into her mind: This innate treasure, born from the chaos before the creation of heaven and earth, could help the master transcend time and space, gather the origin of all worlds, and achieve ultimate transcendence.
Another piece of information appeared: Would this magical treasure require high spiritual intelligence to simulate the system?
Forget it. Daenerys decided it was simpler to view it as a divine creation with no independent consciousness. She then examined her character card with the Chaos Treasure in her consciousness.
Her original name was abandoned. She fully assumed the identity of Daenerys Targaryen, recognized by the world's Celestial Dao. Her traits were weak, her physique frail, her abilities minimal. After some reflection, she realized her so-called talent was the ability to hunt rabbits—a kind of archery where one missed nine shots out of ten. Embarrassing, considering her original master's degree in surgical medicine!
Yet, her bloodline skill was powerful:
Dragon Mother (Awakened, Elementary):
1. Unburned: Ordinary flames may cause pain depending on adaptation, but flames are companions of the Dragon Mother and will not harm her.
2. Incubate Dragon: Infuse dragon eggs with flame and spiritual essence, hatching young dragons from fossilized, dead, or spiritually potent dragon eggs.
3. Dragon Dream: The dragon and Daenerys are two parts of one; their souls merge in dreams, allowing resonance with the dragon's soul.
Finally, her migration mission: break the chains of slavery in Essos. She was not focused on reclaiming her kingdom, protecting her unborn child, or finding a love story with Jon Snow. Her goal was simple yet monumental: freedom for the enslaved.
"Only now am I truly Daenerys Targaryen," she sighed, drifting into sleep.
The next morning, Ili screamed.
"Khaleesi! Khaleesi! Are you okay? It's my fault; I slept so deeply last night, I didn't hear your cries—woo woo woo…"
Daenerys lifted her legs from the coal ash. Her fair, delicate skin, though speckled with black soot, remained soft and plump.
"What happened?" Ili asked, horrified.
"I am Daenerys Targaryen, Stormborn, of True Dragon blood," she said solemnly.
"But your brother…" Ili frowned, remembering Viserys, the 'True Dragon,' killed by molten gold.
"You'll understand later. Help me change," Daenerys replied.
(Author's note: This section is public, so the PS is included here for clarity. In a paid section, I would not include it.)
Daenerys's Dragon Mother ability, while fantastical, derives from inferences in the original A Song of Ice and Fire. The Incubate Dragon skill is a personal assumption. The Unburned skill is validated by her survival after a night roasting on a bonfire and during the Meereenese uprising, where Dragon Flame caused only minor blisters. Dragon Flame surpasses Wildfire in intensity.
"Incubate Dragon" will be explored later when Daenerys incubates dragons. "Dragon Dream," like Stark wolf dreams, has appeared many times; Daenerys has accepted it passively but never actively developed it. Bran's Green Prophet awakening and warg skills illustrate gradual independent mastery, similar to Jon Snow. Rickon Stark's youth allows him unique warg adaptability.
While I may have slightly amplified Daenerys's abilities, they remain traceable to the original world's power system.
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