Chapter 10: The Cowardly Samwell Tarly
Westeros Continent, The Wall, Castle Black
The Wall is a massive fortification built of ice and snow, situated in a special region of the Seven Kingdoms on the continent of Westeros. It is precisely because of The Wall's existence that the Seven Kingdoms are separated from the lands of the Wildlings.
The Wall stretches from the Frostfangs Mountains in the far west all the way to Seal Bay in the far east, spanning nearly 300 leagues; it takes about four days to ride its length.
At this moment, on the training yard of Castle Black below The Wall, a group of new recruits who have just joined the Night's Watch are undergoing 'training' under the new recruit drillmaster, Ser Alliser Thorne.
Although it was called training, in reality, the drillmaster Ser Alliser Thorne was not teaching with any effort; he was purely abusing these new recruits.
As an experienced knight, his combat skills were extremely adept. Even many criminals and desperadoes from King's Landing could not withstand ten moves under his hand.
Alliser Thorne genuinely enjoyed his job. Besides receiving respect, he also got to experience the feeling of controlling the life and death of others during the training of the new recruits.
"Look to your left, you fat pig!"
"Ow... don't hit me... I surrender..."
Hearing the miserable scream from the fair-skinned little fatty in front of him, Alliser Thorne unconsciously increased the force of his movements.
Honestly, Alliser Thorne had never encountered someone who wouldn't even resist. Thinking about how the noble lords always sent over rejects and rejects, the resentment in Alliser Thorne's heart grew even stronger.
"Useless!"
"Ptooey..."
Seeing the other party's cowardly appearance, Alliser Thorne spat a mouthful of phlegm onto him. This person named Samwell Tarly made Alliser Thorne extremely annoyed.
He couldn't learn how to use a sword no matter how much he was taught, he wouldn't resist no matter how much he was beaten, only choosing to kneel and beg for mercy, and he ate a lot too.
When Alliser Thorne saw the other party begging for mercy, for some reason, he recalled his own past. Although he hadn't performed as poorly in that war.
But when facing the army of House Lannister, he chose not to die bravely but instead donned the black cloak and came to this terrible icy prison.
"You few! Take him and those injured wastes away to bandage their wounds. This is also something the Night's Watch must know how to do; use this chance to practice."
The initial pleasure of abuse had gradually disappeared, so Alliser Thorne lost the desire to continue training. Thus, he ordered the new recruits to rest first and return later for combat training.
He himself returned to the hall of Castle Black to rest. Alliser Thorne felt that after drinking two mugs of ale, he would surely recover his initial state, and then those little brats would have a hard time.
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"Hiss hiss... Huhu..."
As Jon's consciousness gradually recovered, the first thing he felt was an awful pain like needles piercing him. That sour, numb, and painful sensation made him involuntarily gasp several times.
However, he quickly adapted because streams of warm current seemed to surge out of his body. After circulating a few times within his body, the sour, numb, and painful feeling quickly disappeared.
"You... who are you?! Why can't I control my body? Gods help me, Gods help me..."
Just as Jon was adapting to his body, a somewhat timid voice appeared in his mind.
The other party stammered at first, but quickly, upon realizing he couldn't control his body, his emotions became agitated, and his voice instantly grew much louder.
"Enough, shut up!"
Just as the other party was incoherently shouting for the Seven Gods, Jon's voice appeared in the depths of the other's soul like a dragon's roar.
Jon's voice instantly overwhelmed the other, silencing him completely. Then, ignoring him, Jon focused on unwrapping the cloth bandages around his hands.
"You... you... what exactly are you?"
Jon had just finished unwrapping the bandages when Samwell's voice came through again. This time, his tone was full of inquiry and fear, much like a wronged young wife.
Jon still ignored him and instead got up to inspect the surroundings. It was a somewhat remote cabin, and the Night's Watch new recruits were gathered around a large bonfire.
"Haha, look! That fat young master from a noble family is actually up."
The injured people, similar to this little fatty, were arranged on the periphery. One fellow, whose build was somewhat similar to the little fatty, immediately shouted upon seeing him get up.
"Hahaha, Samwell Tarly, are you sure you are truly a member of House Tarly?"
"They say the House Tarly motto is 'First in Courage,' but yours must be 'I Surrender,' right?"
"Hey, don't bring shame upon our Reach!"
"Hahaha..."
...Amidst the mockery of these new recruits of the Nights Watch, Jon finally understood the identity of the person whose body he was currently inhabiting: Samwell Tarly.
This guy was supposed to be Jon's original body's best friend in the source material, and one of the few who survived until the very end, comparable to 'Three-Eyed Raven' Bran Stark.
"You are Samwell Tarly?"
Jon ignored the taunts of the recruits and directly questioned the 'ultimate winner' from his memory within his mind.
"You... you finally answered me! Who are you? Why can't I control my own body?"
Upon hearing Jon's question, Samwell's tone carried a hint of delight.
It could only be said that this guy's personality was too cowardly. This was the first time Jon had encountered such an existence. Perhaps the gods of this world, after granting him a flexible brain, had stripped away the warrior's bloodline from his bones.
"Uh... I am..."
"Quest release in progress..."
Just as Jon was about to introduce himself, the system's notification sound appeared in his mind. Hearing this sound, he jolted.
Because he wasn't entirely sure if this little fatty in his mind had heard the sound. Honestly, Jon wanted to keep the secret of the system entirely to himself.
If others knew, many variables could easily arise, because human nature cannot withstand scrutiny. Who knew if others, upon learning of this mysterious existence, might develop thoughts of murder and treasure seizure.
"Um... why aren't you talking anymore?"
Samwell waited for a long while but didn't hear Jon's reply, so he asked again.
Noticing that Samwell couldn't see the system notification sound or interface, Jon secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He also found his current attributes and tasks in the attribute panel.
Name: Aegon Targaryen (Transformed Object Samwell Tarly)
Class: Warrior, Scholar (Original class unusable)
Weapon Used: Wooden Sword
Strength: 5 (6)
Technique: 1 (5)
Speed: 1 (6)
Defense: 5 (3)
Magic Power: 5 (2)
Weapon Level: LV1
Items: vulnerary (3/5), Antidote (3/3)
Soul Energy: 1000 points
Quest Description: 1. Help Samwell Tarly lose weight successfully and help him become a Ranger... 10. Explore the ruins in the Haunted Forest and kill the Wight scouting party... 30. Stop the expedition of the Nights Watch army and ensure Jeor Mormont lives on... Transformation Time: 6 hours 58 minutes 24 seconds
This system was like this: it wouldn't explain anything, only throwing problems at Jon, always giving Jon the feeling of facing an incompetent superior.
There were many subsequent tasks, but considering time was constantly slipping away, Jon could only choose the simple ones first.
"Ahem, young Samwell Tarly, do you know that the wheel of destiny has begun to turn?"
After finalizing his plan, Jon began to fool Samwell.
"You... what exactly are you?"
Because Jon had changed the way he spoke the Common Tongue, using that chanting style, it instantly gave Samwell a profound and unfathomable feeling.
Combined with Jon's ability to control a person's body, it sent the little fatty Samwell, who loved reading, into a frenzy of imagination.
"Follow the thoughts in your heart, young man. You are indeed like those legendary heroes; you have received revelation from the gods."
"This... is this true?"
After his slight suspicion was confirmed, Samwell became somewhat excited.
After this, Jon began to deceive Samwell. Utilizing his knowledge of certain plot points, Jon narrated the entire plot of a certain poorly concluded tv drama to Samwell.
During this time, Jon narrated everything based on the events Samwell had experienced, and due to Jon's deception, the little fatty completely trusted Jon's identity.
"You... you truly are the incarnation of a warrior. I... I really will become a grea... Grand Maester..."
Poor Samwell had been completely fooled to the point of incoherence.
House Tarly hailed from The Reach, where the people were devout followers of the Seven. Although Samwell was not a devout believer, he had grown up listening to those legends.
Therefore, the little fatty completely believed Jon's claim that he was the incarnation of a warrior.
"Samwell Tarly, I shall bestow a blessing upon you in the name of the Warrior, and you shall use my power to spread the seven-colored light of salvation across this land, saving everyone from the threat of the evil gods."
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