August 2026, or the eighth month of Luke Year 1.
The scorching sumr sun blazed over the lands of Westeros, but even hotter than the sun were the flas of war spreading from south to north.
The Crownlands, the Stormlands, the Vale, the Reach, the North, and Dorne — in all these places, one voice rang out: Luke Jaqenion is a tyrant!
Many nobles had reached a consensus… Luke was a tyrant even madder than the "Mad King."
In taverns, in castles, in marketplaces, people everywhere were talking about the man who called himself the Son of the Seven Gods.
So said he wanted to abolish all noble titles. So said he wanted to seize their castles. So said he wanted to take their lands. Others said he wanted to make commoners and nobles equal.
On top of the Tower of the Burning King in Harrenhal, Luke leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest.
Olenna Redwyne, that old woman who had lived for a century, was truly formidable.
She didn't need to send troops or fight battles. She only needed to spread Luke's New Policy with added exaggeration, and she could turn all the nobles of Westeros against him.
Those nobles didn't care whether he was truly the Son of the Seven Gods. They didn't care if he had dragons or magic… As long as he threatened their power and hard their interests, Luke was their enemy.
Outside the window, the reconstruction work in Harrenhal was in full swing.
Modern excavators, bulldozers, cargo trucks, cranes, concrete mixers, and cent — these steel behemoths transported from Earth roared deafeningly across the lands of Westeros.
Workers chanted in rhythm as they transported massive stone blocks from the quarries outside the city.
In the distance on the God's Eye, the North Shore Port Project was also advancing in sync. Hundreds of small boats shuttled back and forth across the lake.
Luke withdrew his gaze from the window and looked back at the pile of letters on the table.
One intelligence report after another from the Web arrived, each telling him: King's Landing was cursing him again.
"Tyrant," "Evil God," "False King"…
The envoys of the Iron Throne stood on the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor, reading out his "cris" one by one in front of tens of thousands of King's Landing smallfolk.
With every item read, the crowd below erupted in sneers or mockery. The people clearly did not believe it — after all, the eyes of the masses are sharp!
Only the заранее planted "plants" would cheer.
Luke smiled. It wasn't a cold smile — he genuinely found it funny.
Those "natives" thought this could stop him?
Playing an information war with a "transmigrator"? How naive!
The Iron Throne's information war was waged among the "noble class," while his information war was waged among the "common people."
While those traditional nobles were still imrsed in tradition, their smallfolk were already yearning for the various miracles and benefits of the "God-blessed land Draco."
Even in distant Dorne, the common people knew one saying: King Luke's kindness can never be repaid!
Now, many people across the Seven Kingdoms were eagerly awaiting the day when the glory of the "Son of God" would shine upon their holand!
Draco's Ministry of Propaganda had long sent out thousands upon thousands of "bards" to spread the benefits of Luke's New Policy across the Seven Kingdoms.
These people, wearing tattered robes and carrying harps, traveled to every corner of Westeros. In every village, every market, and in front of every castle, they sang the songs he had written and told the stories and legends of Draco.
Every day, thousands upon thousands of "leaflets" appeared across the Seven Kingdoms.
Those leaflets were beautifully printed with clear text. They fell from the sky like snowflakes, landing on the streets of King's Landing, in the gardens of Highgarden, and on the rocks of Casterly Rock.
The leaflets themselves were miracles — or rather, "paper" and "printing" were miracles in themselves.
Even if the common people couldn't read the words, they would collect those leaflets and then try every ans to understand their contents.
Ten million copies of The Seven Gods Bible had been printed!
Jaqenion family rchant caravans sold these exquisite books to every corner of Westeros. They sold them at higher prices in wealthy places and cheaper prices in poor places — sotis even giving them away for free!
Those books were passed around among the smallfolk, read aloud in taverns, and eagerly bought in marketplaces.
The words written in the books — "The Seven Gods love the world," "All people can bathe in divine grace," "The king's land belongs to all his subjects" — took root and sprouted like seeds in people's hearts.
A new profession called "storyteller" had appeared across Westeros, specializing in telling the stories from The Seven Gods Bible, The Epic of the Celestial Dragons, and The Legend of the Holy Knights!
Children in the streets and alleys were all singing ballads about "the God-Son Luke"!
Of course, Luke also "courted" the noble class.
He sent eloquent envoys to explain the true situation of the New Policy to the old nobles: they could retain their titles, family castles, part of their lands, and part of their privileges.
If those nobles were willing to accept and learn the New Policy guidelines and theories, they could autonomously manage the city halls.
So listened, so were still hesitating, and so sneered.
More people still chose to stand against him!
He spread out those letters one by one.
In the Westerlands, Kevan Lannister refused to submit and was stubbornly holding out in the easily defensible Casterly Rock.
He was waiting for the Redwyne fleet from the Arbor to co to his rescue. However, Lannisport had already fallen and been captured by Luke's "Western Expedition Army."
The Web reported that House Redwyne of the Arbor had sent two hundred ships with a total of twelve thousand soldiers to support Casterly Rock.
In addition, Lord Mathis Rowan of Goldengrove and Lord Leyton Hightower of Oldtown, along with several other Reach nobles, had ford a ten-thousand-strong coalition army that was marching north along the coastal road to invade the Westerlands.
The Western Expedition General Marcus had no choice but to split off five thousand n to support Crakehall Hall, since the Westerlands was now Luke's territory. The Reach was clearly trying to take advantage of the situation to seize Westerlands lands!
In King's Landing, Randyll Tarly of Horn Hill had been appointed as the main commander for the campaign against the "false king Luke," leading a sixty-thousand-strong army toward Harrenhal!
At the sa ti, they sent Master of Coin Littlefinger Petyr Baelish as a special envoy to Storm's End to persuade the Vale to send troops and attack Harrenhal in a pincer movent with Randyll Tarly from north and south.
Littlefinger used the "pretty boy tactic" and married Lysa Tully, the mother of the Lord of the Eyrie, becoming the stepfather of the Warden of the East.
On their wedding night, Lysa Tully's screams echoed throughout all of Storm's End. The next day, she agreed to send troops to attack Harrenhal.
To the west, House Greyjoy of the Iron Islands was also secretly plotting to take advantage of the chaos and raid the Riverlands.
Having just finished plundering the North, the Iron Islands were now sowhat swollen with arrogance.
They didn't care about the Seven Gods — they believed in the Drowned God!
No matter who fought Luke, House Greyjoy would "lend a hand"!
In the North, Roose Bolton was dead. His bastard son Ramsay Bolton had inherited the title of "Duke of the North" and refused to swear fealty to Luke, declaring his loyalty to King Joffrey of the Iron Throne instead.
But the North was in internal chaos… Jon Snow, the bastard son of the forr Warden of the North Eddard Stark, had risen from the dead, left the Night's Watch, and was secretly plotting to overthrow the evil false duke Ramsay Bolton.
Otherwise, Luke estimated that the Northerners would soon march south again to cause trouble.
The "Iron Throne" was uniting from all directions to pressure Luke. It looked like a very clever strategy — and it was.
Luke put the letters away and drew a circle on the map with his finger.
Harrenhal was in the center, surrounded by enemies on all sides.
To the south was Randyll Tarly's sixty-thousand-strong army. To the east was the Vale's army. To the west were the Iron Islands raiders. To the north was Ramsay Bolton's Northern army. In addition, the remaining Westerlands forces were still stubbornly resisting at Casterly Rock, along with the ten-thousand-strong coalition army marching north from the Reach and their powerful naval fleet.
He was indeed surrounded.
But he was not afraid.
Those nobles thought they were fighting a just war, that they were defending ancient glory and rights.
They didn't know that the things they were defending were obstacles to the new world that the transmigrator Luke wanted to build!
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