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Game of Thrones: I am the Orthodox One!

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History and the Scriptures both record the legend of Sir Kal-El, the Duke of Bloodwind, the Father of Dragons, the Bloodbathed, and the Holy Emperor—a hero born of both noble and common blood. He was the one who lit the bonfire during the Long Night and ushered in the Eternal Summer. Founder of the Aiur Dynasty, god of resurrection, and restorer of the Kingdom of Heaven—his story began humbly, as the captain of a band of mercenaries. With his Blackrock Mercenaries, he stepped into a ruthless game of thrones that was never meant for him. At the Cross Inn, he slew two Kingsguard knights with his sword and was gloriously knighted for his valor. In Winterfell, he uncovered the dark secrets and twisted schemes of the Lion twins, saving the second son of House Stark who was fated to fall from the tower. The King’s fury soon ignited, and war broke out between the crown and the Lannisters of the West. On battlefields shrouded in smoke and blood, Tywin Lannister never learned the meaning of surrender. Hidden conspiracies and the cruel calculations of human ambition unfolded in the shadows, until the tides of fate turned and the scales of power were balanced into a fragile “fairness.” The Baratheon throne stood on the brink of collapse... ——— High in the mountains, Robert’s illegitimate daughter was raised as his eldest son. Into this child’s body entered a soul from another world. With the aid of a mysterious game-like system known as “Farmer’s Quest,” Carl Stone began his journey through this world of ice and fire.
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