Gamers in Game of Thrones

Jon sighed leaving the white room, he had reached level 36 with 14 skill points, since he arrived in Winterfell he organized his troops and trained with his men, but the passive points he earned in his cities gave him enough to level up.

And he needed to climb higher, with the walkers on the wall.

They spoke with Bran, once the armies were ready they would go to defend the north.

Bran was still in his room, enjoying his new fiancée, apparently the Lannister was very happy too.

"Enjoy yourself for now," he murmured.

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Rikkon attacked another Ironborn who approached him, he was excited by the battle.

For his revenge.

For justice for his family.

The image of his mother and father were in his mind as he passed through the Ironborn.

His ice aura, a skill he obtained days ago, suited him excellently.

The Ironborn fell one after another.

He had arrived at the dock after destroying the Ironborn's ships with Yara Greyjoy and that was when they did everything in their power to stop him, but his two thousand ships would not be stopped by the seven hundred of them.

The boy watched Yara confront her uncle with a battle axe. While he had a Valyrian steel greatsword.

He did not hesitate to help the Iron Woman against her uncle.

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Arya Stark used her ghost skill to escape the battle, her brothers and Gendry could lead the army alone.

But she wouldn't.

She was not a soldier.

She was not a warrior.

She was a murderer.

A murderer with prey.

The girl looked at the red fortress in the distance.

"I'm coming for you Cersei," she whispered.

[T/N: YEAH!!! EYAEHAEAYEAA!!! SHOW SOME LOVE FOR ARYA!!!]

She walked slowly as if enjoying every step and saw dozens of Lannister soldiers passing by.

That's when she noticed a figure, among the Lannister soldiers.

"Menique?" she whispered.

[T/N: We all knew Petyr was scum.]

She noticed him talking to a soldier.

'Just as Jon thought,' she thought as she walked close to him.

"Are you sure, Lord Baelish?" the soldier asked uncomfortably.

"Of course Smith, don't be afraid, the king of the north will die, I can assure you, once the red fortress falls, as long as you get rid of the Martell, I can marry Sansa Stark and become king," he informed him.

"But the Lannisters?" he said.

"They're finished," he reported, shrugging his shoulders.

It was then that a cloud of smoke surrounded them.

"Smoke?" the soldier asked, coughing.

"What is this?" Menique whispered.

"Betrayal," he heard.

He recognized the voice.

"Princess Arya, this is not what it seems," Littlefinger said quickly.

"You took a long time, just as Jon said, your betrayal would be before the landing was taken, but after the armies unite," he heard.

A sound was heard and Menique felt the captain of his guard fall dead from a sword.

"Princess...Have I not helped your family?" he said.

Arya frowned and activated her level 6 black magic spell, reading minds.

"Really?" she asked.

"Without me, the valley would never have been united," he told her.

"And they wouldn't have gone to war either, it took a long time, making sure that the Starks blame the Lannisters for the fall of Brandon Stark, betraying Ned Stark, and convincing Joffrey to execute him, much more persuading Walder Frey to do the red wedding," he thought maliciously.

The smoke prevented him from seeing Arya's cold eyes.

"This is for my mother and Father... Bastard, dumbness," she told him.

Menique couldn't make a sound, Arya stabbed him in the right leg, he fell, then the left, he rolled around, she continued doing it over and over again in dozens of body parts.

Ten.

Twenty.

Thirty stabs with her needle made the man stop moving.

Arya felt a light and came to the white room.

She headed to the computer.

{Congratulations you have leveled up!

You have twelve skill points to spend.

Name: Arya Stark

Level: 28

Title: Faceless Assassin (+2 skill point)

Skill Points 12

Exp 0/19300

Skills:

Concealment Magic level: 9

Black Magic Level: 7

You have selected the Black Magic skill.

Do you want to raise the Black Magic skills level to level: 8?}

Arya pressed yes.

{Black Magic level: 8 acquired}

The room lit up and Arya felt cold, more than in the north or anywhere else, images appeared in her head.

{Black Magic level: 8

Cost: 200 mana per spell.

Summon demons: Summon demons to fight for you.

Chains of Purgatory: Traps the opponent with poisoned chains that emerge from the ground.}

[T/N: It fits.]

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Sansa Stark walked with her decisive gaze in front of her men, Arya disappeared shortly after entering King's Landing.

"Surely doing her thing," she muttered.

The saint continued on her way with the army, which eliminated every Lannister that crossed her path, without harming the people or anyone without weapons.

She could see the Sept nearby.

'Just a little more,' she thought as the red fortress in the distance called her.

Her revenge was calling her.

Her justice called her.

"Everything ends," she muttered.

A platoon of Lannisters were approaching.

"Kill them," she whispered.

Her fiance next to her gave the order immediately.

But it was all in vain, Sansa watched in horror as an explosion appeared nearby, the sept blown to pieces with green fire.

An immense flame was approaching them.

The woman did not hesitate for a second, she raised her arms decisively, and let all her mana flow through them.

"Holy shield!" She shouted.

Out of nowhere, a golden shield surrounded them, the army watched as the Valyrian fire crashed into them for a few seconds before disappearing completely.

Sansa almost fell when she felt a light cut surround her, and she reached the white room. Without thinking much she went to the computer.

{Congratulations, you have leveled up!

You have eleven skill points to spend.

Name: Sansa Stark

Level: 18

Title: The Saint (+1 skill points)

Skill points 10

Exp: 0/3200

Skills:

White Magic Level: 8

You have selected the White Magic skill.

Do you want to raise your White Magic skills level to level: 9?}

The girl pressed yes.

And she felt a heat run through her that was suffocating.

{White Magic level: 9 acquired

Cost: 700 mana per spell.

Holy blessing: Cure Body upgrade, creates a light that surrounds your body, 500 meters around the user is healed, from wounds, diseases, immediately regenerates lost parts, and undoes all your fatigue.

Congratulations, you have reached the maximum level of your White Magic Skill.

You can now receive the legendary version of this skill.

You have acquired the legendary skill,

Blessed Magic

You do not have a level in this skill yet.}

Sansa looked curious before leaving the room, she left the room.

She looked at all the injured people who were at King's Landing, due to the explosion, and made up her mind.

"Holy blessing " she whispered.

Everyone watched with wonder as it happened, Sansa literally shone, her body was surrounded by a very bright golden light, this light spread everywhere, five hundred meters around her, the soldiers, allies, enemies, and commoners felt the pain disappear, lost limbs regenerated again, the heat of the flames disappeared, her own fatigue disappeared.

They looked at Sansa in wonder as if she were the incarnation of the seven gods.

"What is this?" asked a Lannister soldier, looking at Sansa in disbelief.

"The saint, the saint of the north, the chosen one of the gods!" they heard Quentyn shout at the top of his lungs.

The girl looked at him curiously, she knew what he was trying to do, she wouldn't deny it and she understood that he needed the propaganda.

"It's true, that light is chosen from the seven," she heard from a villager.

"Holy one, forgive me," said a Lannister soldier, throwing his sword to the ground and falling to his knees.

The woman looked at them with a smile.

And with her great acting skills, earned in Essos, she looked at them.

"Do not fear! The gods have not abandoned you! You are not guilty! The Lannisters are! " she said.

"Yes, the Lannisters attacked"

"Tywin ordered me to attack"

"The Lannisters are demons"

"The Lannisters attacked the Sept and took my sister"

"Demons"

"If they are demons"

"Help me people of the seven kingdoms! Help the North! Help the gods! The Lannisters must be punished! " she said.

"YES!...HOLY SHIT!"

[T/N: That's my line!]

"FOR THE STARKS!"

"BY THE GODS!"

She ended up listening as she headed to the red keep, with her army, Tywin's, and the citizens of King's Landing.

If Arienne Martell were there, she could see what Sansa told her. The difference between being a king and a saint.

The difference between loving and venerating.

Sansa watched as they approached the red keep, and prepared to end the war once and for all.

"It all ends now," she whispered.

[T/N: There we see the power of emotion, the power of faith, in believing in something higher than you, it can make you do crazy things, that is the power of religion. The difference between having a dictator and believing in a religion, and I mean truly believing, is that you will do anything out of love, without fear, without remorse. You could slaughter cities, and smile with hope, you could trample a child's body, and the only tears that will leave your face will be of joy. If you can't wait for the next chapter then check out my Patreon for some advanced chapters! For just $10, you can get access to over 300+ posts. That means you get up to chapter 80 of book two and access to all my other works. I changed the pricing of tiers to be cheaper overall after a vote over on Patreon, now there is only one tier but instead of paying $10 for like 13 chapters a month, I only just realised how ridiculous that was, you can pay $10 for 50+ chapters a month. You could also just join the free membership, I always appreciate it. (*/ω＼*) ]

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