Night fell, and the expected storm arrived.
Waves surged and crashed against the wooden cabin walls, and the howling wind rattled the grimy windowpanes.
"A child?"
"Not a wildling; he was found in the South."
"Poor fellow. The only survivor from his village... He doesn't even remember what happened."
"The boy who lived!"
Harry felt as though he had just woken from an incredibly long dream—one filled with countless people and unfamiliar faces.
Petunia had found some moldy blankets in another room. Dudley was snoring loudly on the worm-eaten sofa, while she and Vernon slept in the lumpy, uneven bed next door. They had come to the island, thinking no one could send them letters there, fleeing the barrage of mysterious envelopes.
Harry had only managed to claim a spot on the cold wooden floor, curling up under a tattered, paper-thin blanket as he tried to fall asleep despite the chill.
"Night gathers, and now my watch begins.
It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.
I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.
I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness, the watcher on the walls.
I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn,
the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."
The storm outside intensified, rain pouring harder, wind roaring louder. Harry tossed and turned, trapped in the strange limbo between dream and reality. He could almost wake—but the dream kept pulling him back.
"The duty of the Night's Watch is to guard against the true enemy of mankind...
The Wall has fallen. Oaths are broken.
We must gather a greater army—
unite all who can be united,
and wield every power available to us."
"Lord Potter, the warriors of the Seven Kingdoms have arrived. Even the priests of the Other God are here."
"My Lord, even women—"
"Of course," Harry replied. "You've earned your merits. You are worthy."
He drew a longsword from its sheath and solemnly laid it across the right shoulder of a kneeling woman.
"In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave."
The blade then touched her left shoulder.
"In the name of the Father, I charge you to be just.
In the name of the Mother, I charge you to protect the innocent.
In the name of the Maiden, I charge you to protect children.
Arise, Brienne of Tarth, Knight of the Seven Kingdoms."
"Darkness covered the land, and a hero, Azor Ahai, was chosen to fight it.
He labored thirty days and nights forging a sword,
but when he plunged it into water to temper it, the blade shattered.
He tried again, this time toiling fifty days.
He cooled it by plunging it into a lion's heart.
Again, the sword broke.
On the third attempt, he forged for one hundred days and nights.
At the end, he called for his wife, Nissa Nissa.
He asked her to bare her chest,
and he plunged the burning blade into her beating heart.
Her soul, blood, and strength flowed into the steel.
Thus, Lightbringer was born."
"When the stars bleed and darkness covers the world,
a warrior shall draw a burning sword from fire.
That sword shall be Lightbringer..."
In the dream, a streak of light flashed like a meteor across Harry's right hand. The glow flickered, then vanished, leaving behind a faint, almost imperceptible scar on his wrist.
Dudley, snoring louder than the thunder, remained oblivious to it all.
Two great armies clashed. Dragons danced in the skies. This was no ordinary war—it was a battle between the living and the dead, between life and death itself. A divine war between the Great Other and the Lord of Light.
A song of ice and fire.
Harry stepped to the front line.
"Ten years of relentless struggle ends here."
"Brave men say farewell to loved ones,
pouring out their enemies' blood with fury—
and for this, we shall be remembered forever!"
"Our renown shall inspire heroes for generations!"
With a roar, blood-soaked Harry raised his flaming sword and bellowed:
"Night King! Step forward!"
A sudden burst of icy pain enveloped his left hand.
He jolted awake.
"Where... is this?"
"My hand... has shrunk?"
"The Night King... I defeated him... But the Great Other—Ugh..."
Pain surged through both hands.
His left hand was frozen—encased in ominous ice.
His right hand, glowing once more, burned with searing heat.
The light reminded him of the red sword—the Lightbringer—he once drew.
The ice began to recede, forming a new dark scar, but as the fire surged again, the frost started spreading.
The forces clashed, growing stronger by the second.
"Fire and ice.
Light and dark.
Life and death.
Day and night.
Summer and winter.
The world itself is forged from their eternal struggle."
He remembered the Red Priests' words after he had drawn the sword and become king.
He never fully trusted them, but he couldn't deny that something about their teachings had truth. The two divine forces were incompatible.
To choose one was to forsake the other.
"My hand... this place... Did I return to my childhood? To that island? I remember sleeping here before my transmigration... and now I'm back?"
Enduring the growing pain, Harry calmly activated the system panel—an integral part of him ever since his arrival in the other world.
"Resist unhealthy games.
Reject pirated games.
Protect yourself and beware of scams.
Moderate gaming is good for the mind; excessive gaming harms the body.
Manage your time well and live a healthy life."
Familiar, mysterious characters appeared—symbols resembling Japanese, yet unreadable.
Fortunately, the system had language settings. He had switched it to English years ago.
Harry had kept up with schoolwork and was no longer illiterate—his reading level now on par with an average elementary school graduate.
[King Cultivation System]
True Name: Harry Potter
Titles:
Ruler of Westeros
Protector of the Realm
War King
Legendary Warrior
Sword King
Knight King
Lightbringer
Dark Slayer
Other Destroyer
Mighty King (A Song of Ice and Fire Plane)
The Boy Who Lived (Harry Potter Plane)
Attributes
Strength: 20
Stamina: 4
Magic: 2
Divinity: 2 → Now 3
Charm: 5
Intelligence: 1
Gold Attribute Points: 1
Equipment
Lightbringer (Soulbound)
Dark Soul (In Conflict)
Skills
One-Handed Mastery, Two-Handed Mastery, Polearm, Throwing, Bow & Crossbow Mastery...
Block, Critical Hit, Charge, Whirlwind Dance, Decapitate, Armor Break...
Jump Slash, Bloodlust, Light of the Lord of Light...
Most of the panel options were grayed out—only The Boy Who Lived was currently active.
Before, in Westeros, this title had been grayed out. Now it glowed.
[The Boy Who Lived] – Grants bonuses when in conflict with this world's nemesis.
But who was this "nemesis"?
Someone powerful?
In the world of Ice and Fire, no such figure had ever been marked. Perhaps this world still held secrets.
Attributes were divided into six types. Each had a detailed explanation.
"Strength" was perhaps the most direct—sometimes labeled "Vigor." It encompassed power, speed, stamina.
Only Bronze Attribute Points could be spent here directly.
Other attributes required conversion:
10 Bronze = 1 Silver (usable on Stamina, Magic)
10 Silver = 1 Gold (usable on Divinity, Charm, Intelligence)
Strength was efficient.
Harry had poured nearly all his points into it. His philosophy was simple: strength wins battles.
A healthy adult man averaged 2 points in Strength. Elite knights had 5–6. The Mountain, the strongest human Harry met, likely had 10.
Harry had 20.
At that level, he could overpower giants and even dragons.
Still, after returning to this young body, he was far from his peak. The system warned him: at 20 points of Strength, add to Stamina or Magic next—or suffer consequences.
Stamina, starting at 1 for most people, had become 4 for Harry.
This granted not only endurance, but a sense