The scene before Luke shifted abruptly.
He saw the Children of the Forest—small humanoid beings with dark skin and golden eyes—running through lush forests, carving faces into weirwood trees.
He saw giants—mountainous creatures carrying crude stone hamrs—slowly walking across frozen plains.
"These are the Children of the Forest and the giants," the old man's voice explained beside him. "They worshipped nature and used magic to protect this continent."
The images flowed on.
The First n ca from the eastern continent of Essos, riding horses and wielding bronze weapons. They crossed the land bridge at the Arm of Dorne into Westeros. They felled weirwoods, cleared forests, and waged war against the native inhabitants.
On the Isle of Faces in the center of the God's Eye, the First n and the leaders of the Children of the Forest swore a blood oath.
Humans took the coasts and plains.
The forests would forever belong to the Children.
The First n converted to the Old Gods.
Peace ca.
Then… the cold arrived.
The sky in the vision suddenly darkened. Snow and wind howled.
From the farthest north, a terrible race swept southward—creatures pale as snow, with eyes like ice. Wherever they passed, life was extinguished and everything froze. The slain would soon rise again, becoming one of their own.
"The Others," the old man's voice grew heavy.
The Long Night lasted a generation. The First n and the Children set aside their grudges and fought together.
In the end, they crushed the Others at the Battle for the Dawn.
"Bran the Builder" Stark, with the help of magic and giants, constructed the Wall of the End. The Night's Watch was ford to guard the northern border forever.
The images continued to flow.
The Andals crossed the Narrow Sea, taller and ard with sharp iron weapons, bringing their faith in the Seven.
They destroyed the First n kingdoms in the south, slaughtered the Children, and burned the weirwoods. Only the North, protected by the Neck's swamps, remained independent.
The Seven Kingdoms took shape: the North, the Vale, the Riverlands, the Westerlands, the Reach, the Stormlands, and Dorne.
Across the Narrow Sea, the Valyrian Freehold rose on the backs of dragons, only to be destroyed in the Doom. The Targaryen family, warned by a young girl's "dragon dream," moved to Dragonstone with five dragons more than a century early.
In the year of Aegon's Conquest, Aegon Targaryen the First landed in Westeros with his sisters and three dragons.
Harrenhal was reduced to ash. The Field of Fire burned the enemy armies. Six kingdoms submitted. Dorne later joined through marriage. King's Landing was founded, and the swords of defeated enemies were forged into the Iron Throne.
The dragons went extinct about 150 years later. The Targaryen dynasty lasted nearly three hundred years.
The "Mad King" Aerys II's tyranny. His son Rhaegar Targaryen "abducted" Lyanna Stark, lighting the fuse of rebellion. The Mad King executed the Northern heir and his father and demanded the heads of Jon Arryn's wards, Robert and Ned.
Robert's Rebellion erupted.
At the Battle of the Trident, Robert slew Rhaegar with his own hand. The Lannisters turned cloak and sacked King's Landing. Jai Lannister killed the Mad King, and the Targaryen dynasty fell.
Ned found the dying Lyanna and her child at the Tower of Joy.
Daenerys, born on Dragonstone, was taken across the Narrow Sea into exile.
Robert Baratheon was crowned king and married Cersei Lannister.
The images froze.
From antiquity to the present, countless pieces of information flooded into Luke's mind like a tidal wave. His temples throbbed, his head spun, and he felt nauseous.
The scene returned to the eerie cave, in front of the weirwood tree with the old man embedded in it.
The old man spoke slowly: "This is my ability—to know the past and present, to foresee the future."
He stared at Luke, his eyes filled with pity and expectation. "Child, you say you possess noble blood and lofty ideals… you should beco the omniscient and omnipotent savior. The demons of the North are about to invade. Humanity needs you to save it."
The image shifted.
The Wall of the End.
Beyond the Wall.
Snow and ice covered everything. The cold was bone-chilling.
In the darkness, a pair of blue eyes suddenly lit up.
Then two pairs, three pairs, ten pairs, a hundred pairs, a thousand pairs… countless, like stars in hell.
They were not the eyes of the living. Their owners had hideous, twisted faces, skin pale as corpses, and eye sockets burning with cold blue flas… the Others.
And tens of thousands of wights—reanimated corpses—followed their icy masters, surging southward like a tide.
In the vision, the Others attacked wildling settlents. n, won, and children fell screaming. Monts later, the dead wildlings opened their eyes, now glowing blue, and rose from the ground to join the army of death.
The Others dismbered several corpses and arranged them into bizarre spiral patterns. They deliberately let one survivor escape so he could carry the terror south of the Wall.
The scene shifted again. Luke was back in front of the tree.
The old man's voice grew deeper and more sorrowful: "Winter is coming. The Long Night is approaching. This is Westeros's catastrophe. This is humanity's catastrophe. Those demons are undying. The slain will beco their own. Everything will be swallowed by ice."
He stared at Luke, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Humanity needs a savior. And you… are that person."
"My child, accept . Inherit . I will grant you omniscience and omnipotence."
The world spun.
The voice surged from every direction, sotis distant as the horizon, sotis right beside his ear.
Luke felt as if he were wrapped in warm sunlight, squeezed by a woman's soft skin, or soaking in cool spring water… comfortable, peaceful, making him want to relax and fall into a deep sleep.
Whispers echoed endlessly in his ears:
"Accept …"
"Accept …"
"Humanity needs you…"
"You are the savior…"
Countless voices wove into an airtight net, like thousands of bees buzzing in his ears, like soft feathers gently tickling the depths of his consciousness.
Luke felt only irritation. The hypnotic temptation made his entire body uncomfortable.
He suddenly blurted out: "Fuck you? I'll accept your mom! Damn it… sweet dreams!"
The voice abruptly froze.
Then the old man's tone changed. No longer coaxing or persuading, it was now urgent and angry:
"Answer ! Answer ! Answer !"
"What is your purpose?"
"You are a variable. You should not exist in this world!"
The voice was no longer kind. It was filled with divine wrath, like a god judging a blaspher: "You are an evil god! You are a heretic! A heretic from another world!"
Before the words finished, Luke suddenly felt suffocated.
An invisible giant hand clamped down on his throat with crushing force, as if it would snap his neck.
He wanted to struggle, but in this space he couldn't muster any strength—like an infant facing a giant.
The old man's face reappeared on the weirwood trunk, once again wearing that kindly, benevolent expression, as if the earlier ferocity had been an illusion.
"Accept …" he said softly, his voice full of rcy. "Child, do not resist your destiny…"
But in the next second, the old man's smile froze.
Because he noticed the corner of Luke's mouth—curved into a strange, mocking smile.
"Hahaha… and you are nothing but a usurper!"
"Destiny is mine. I am here today, and you dare disobey!"
"You don't understand—800,000 against 600,000, the advantage is mine—"
Luke suddenly burst into loud laughter. The sound echoed through the void, wild, unrestrained, and full of ridicule.
"First you act mysterious, then you show off your so-called omniscient power, then you scare with the Others to make let my guard down… trying to peek into my mories or possess my body."
He spoke word by word, as if explaining a story plot to a kindergarten child. "And when you failed, you got angry and tried to make submit."
He stared at the old face, his eyes full of mockery.
"Is this what you call omniscience and omnipotence?"
"Hahaha, even a clown isn't as ridiculous as you."
"This is such an old trick. Have you read too few novels? You still need to go to Douyin University… You should have just insta-killed the mont you showed up!"
His tone sharpened. Luke's handso face suddenly turned murderous, his gaze as cold as the winter beyond the Wall.
The invisible hand that had been choking his throat had sohow loosened.
He raised his chin and looked down at the old face embedded in the tree trunk. His voice was as cold as iron:
"You want to possess ?"
"What the hell are you?"
"Don't you know I'm a Celestial Dragon?!"
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