God nodded. "Statistically? It's very likely."
"There are dragons, ice zombies, political psychopaths, and of course Joffrey."
"Ah, Joffrey, that crazy little guy, the devils find him very entertaining," God says, rubbing his chin.
"Great, fantastic. A wonderful start." the man comments sarcastically.
Ignoring him, the god clapped. "Next wheel." as the first wheel disappears and the second wheel starts shining brighter, 'Power Selection'.
In a dangerous world like Game of Thrones, the power he would get would be extremely important, increasing his chance of survival or dropping his chances to zero from the start.
He took a deep breath, looked at the god still sitting in the chair, completely relaxed, and said. " If I get something useless, I'm blaming you personally."
On the wheel, the powers were endless: Magic, Bloodlines, Abilities, and Systems.
He placed his hand on it and spun it without hesitation. He thought of praying, but that thought quickly died; after all, who would he pray to? Jesus, the biblical God, the Greek gods?... he didn't even know if they were real.
Then came the second problem: what if the God sitting watching him got angry that he prayed to others? He had no illusion that the God before him wasn't reading his mind, or his thoughts were just laid bare before him without him needing to do anything.
Of course, he could pray to the God in front of him, but having just met him. He knew praying to him now wouldn't help one bit; if anything, he might just laugh at him.
The wheel thundered.
Names flashed.
Sharingan.
Ki Control.
Magic Circuits.
Devil Fruit.
Quirks.
Mutations.
Then...
Super Soldier Serum.
Click.
Silence.
He blinked.
Again.
"…Wait."
God grinned. "Marvel's Super Soldier Serum. Enhanced strength, speed, endurance, reflexes, healing, perfect bodily efficiency, peak human condition beyond normal human limits."
The man smiled.
"Oh."
Then wider.
"Oh."
Then shouted. "Oh!!"
He actually laughed.
"Captain America levels?"
"Potentially, but I doubt you'll reach it in that world, but nothing is stopping you from reaching that level."
He pointed dramatically at God.
"You. I like you."
"I know." God responded.
This time, there was no delay. God snapped his finger again, and the second wheel disappeared as the third wheel began shining.
'Item Selection.'
He rolled his shoulders.
"Alright. Let's keep the luck going." He said as he spun the wheel a third time.
Endless possibilities: Legendary weapons, Artifacts, Treasures.
The wheel slowed.
Master Sword.
Deathly Hallows.
Seven dragon balls.
"Nope, too broken," God said, and it skipped.
Then....
Full Restore.
Click.
He stared with a blank expression.
"…A Pokémon healing item?"
God nodded seriously. "Yes."
"A spray bottle?"
"An ultimate healing consumable capable of restoring all injuries, poison, status effects, fatigue, and weakness caused by age and physical damage instantly. An item capable of basically turning back the hands of time, restoring whoever or whatever it is used on back to its peak state."
Pause.
"Actually, that's amazing."
"Exactly."
"In Westeros, that's basically divine medicine."
"Now you're thinking."
He nodded slowly.
"Okay. I respect it.
God snapped his finger again, and the familiar process repeated; the fourth wheel was now shining 'bonus'.
This one felt… different. More important.
Fate itself seemed to bend around it.
God's expression became more serious.
"This one is special. It doesn't give you something, it changes the world itself."
The man frowned.
"What kind of change?" he asked.
God smiled mysteriously.
"Spin and find out."
He stepped forward. This one made him nervous. Power was one thing, but changing the world itself was very risky. As he gained a bonus, the change it made to the world might cause his knowledge of the show to be of no use to him.
He didn't know if any bonus was worth that.
The loss of his foreknowledge would be too great a loss to accept; things were getting dangerous.
But he still grabbed the wheel and spun it.
The universe seemed to hold its breath.
The wheel turned.
Slower, Heavier than the first three.
Each space felt like destiny itself being rewritten.
Ancient Bloodlines.
Hidden Kingdoms.
Forgotten Magic.
Lost Heirs.
Prophecies.
The wheel stopped.
( 3 Low- degree changes Altered world AU).
Click.
The white space trembled.
God leaned forward.
"Interesting."
The frowned. "What does that mean?"
God stood.
For the first time, the endless space seemed to shake with his presence.
"It means your world will not be canon. Certain things will be changed, three, to be exact, to benefit your survival. A all-round positive bonus with little to no change to the general plot, as most of the change would be concentrated in one place, not that interesting. If you had gotten a high degree, things would have been truly interesting."
Three glowing symbols appeared in the air.
The first became a dragon.
"A dragon that survived the Dance of Dragons. One powerful beast escaped death and has remained hidden for generations. It lives still, somewhere in the world."
His eyes widened. "A living dragon…"
God nodded.
The second symbol became a crown of Valyrian steel.
"Your father's bloodline is not what it seems. Your father descends from House Targaryen. Once the heir to the throne."
He froze. "Meaning?"
God smiled.
"You possess royal blood. Real blood. A legitimate claim if you can prove it."
His heart nearly stopped.
A claim to the Iron Throne.
In Westeros.
That was both the greatest gift and the greatest death sentence imaginable.
Then came the third symbol.
A burning comet crossed the stars.
"Two prophecies exist."
The room grew colder.
God's voice became quieter.
"The Prince That Was Promised. Azor Ahai. The Song of Ice and Fire, and another, they both exist together through the details of the prophecy of the prince that was promised will be changed to some degree, both true and happening, but one has to win in the end."
"What's in the second Prophecy?"
"I won't tell you, it's better than I imagined, though."
Seeing that he wouldn't be getting anything more from the god when it came to the prophecy, he changed target immediately.
"Before you send me off, I have one request. I would like it if you could seal my memories until I'm eighteen in my new life, and when they unlock, dampen the emotion attached to them."
"Hmm, I see what you're trying to do, aren't you worried about the decisions the new you would make without your knowledge?" God asked.
"Yes, but this is needed. I am many things, but I currently do not have the mindset to survive in that world. I could develop it, but I believe this way is better; this way, I think that I could become what I need to be. My willingness to do certain things would be higher, and to make sure it's not undone, I asked you to dampen the emotion connected to my returning memories."
"What you are asking... will you still be you?" God asked as he smiled.
"Yes, you are just sealing my memories. I'm sure a God as powerful as you could make sure to do something so that I'm still me, just with a modified outlook."
"Granted, but I'll seal the full restore as well until your memories return as the price for this little favour." God says.
"That's it? I thought you would have asked for more."
"It's more than enough. You will come to regret this decision, but it's too late; the deal is done, and there are always consequences for each action."
"Your time here is done. I wish you well in what's to come, and a piece of advice: follow the thug in your chest."
"Wait..... what hap....." He tried talking, but was cut off as he blinked out of existence in this plane of existence, his soul already entering the world of Ice and Fire.
The God looked at the spot where he had disappeared and sighed.
"Being greedy is never good, but that decision was the right one. I'm sure if he still had his memories, he would have used the full restore on her, then the dragon would have been of no use. Without the full restore, how else is that old monster supposed to get to the sky again?"
"And that prophecy, the version that would have existed if he had gone in with his memories, was far darker and crueler than I expected, though he would have ended up dead by the Night King, I hope he survives in this version."