That morning, Dragon Rise Terrace.
This was the core district of Draco City, the "auspicious geomantic site" personally chosen by Luke. It backed directly onto the God's Eye, stood on elevated ground, offered sweeping views, and boasted unmatched scenery.
According to the master plan, this would one day beco the palace grounds of House Jaqenion.
But a true palace would take years—three to five was considered fast.
Lately, while scrolling Douyin, Luke had beco completely hooked on "log cabin construction" videos. The raw, stacked timber looked rugged and wild on the outside, yet the interiors were finished with exquisite modern comfort—rustic charm paired with every convenience of Earth life.
So he changed his mind on the spot: the grand castle could wait; he would first build himself a few luxury log villas to live in.
The empty plot beside Dragon Rise Terrace had already been leveled and the foundations poured.
Two large stacks of materials now sat neatly on the cleared ground.
To the left was a pile of logs of varying lengths, every piece ticulously pre-processed—debarked,antiseptic-treated, slotted, drilled, and marked with dense serial numbers on both ends.
All of it ca from an Arican lumber mill on Earth, custom-ordered heavy-duty log-cabin kits.
Luke had stockpiled enough in his Los Angeles warehouse to build more than a dozen cabins; with his ability to travel between worlds, he had moved the entire load across in a single night.
To the right were doors, windows, roof tiles, plumbing, wiring, light fixtures, plus air conditioners, refrigerators, microwaves, and every other appliance, all arranged in orderly stacks.
Luke stood in the center of the site wearing sharp modern work clothes, microphone in hand.
Beside him was a small crane powered by the diesel generator he had brought from Earth.
"Alright, column number one, position three in Zone A… yes, right on that foundation. Lower it slowly—easy, easy…"
He directed while operating the crane's remote.
The massive chanical arm swung smoothly, lowering a multi-ton log into its exact place with surgical precision.
"Minister of Works" Matthew waited nearby with dozens of hand-picked "royal craftsn."
At first they were bewildered that their lord would personally oversee construction—who had ever seen a lord do this?
But they quickly realized his thod was terrifyingly efficient.
"You don't need to touch anything yet—just watch and learn," Luke told Matthew. "This thing is called a 'crane.' You'll all master it soon. Once these villas are finished, the machine stays in the territory. It'll be useful when we start the real castle."
Matthew nodded vigorously, eyes glued to the crane as if trying to burn its structure into his brain.
Because every piece had been pre-cut and numbered, building was like assembling giant LEGO blocks: logs stacked, locked, and secured according to the code.
Luke handled the heavy lifts with the crane; Matthew's craftsn assisted with alignnt and finishing touches.
In a single morning the main structures of several villas had already risen.
The largest was the lord's main residence—over two to three hundred square ters, laid out with five bedrooms, two living rooms, and five bathrooms…
Smaller villas stood beside it: one for Arthur's family, one for Maester Qyburn, one for the maids…
There were also dedicated buildings for the sauna, private bar, and indoor swimming pool.
The crew would spend the next three to five days on finishing work—roofing, insulation, waterproofing, installing doors and windows, connecting water and electricity, and debugging all systems.
But the skeletons were already complete and looked magnificent.
The entire compound was enclosed by high stone walls topped with broken glass shards and electrified fencing. A guard post stood at the gate; soldiers patrolled day and night.
Luke had also brought an entire "facial recognition system," "fingerprint scanner," and "tal-detector security gates" from Earth!
He had enrolled every authorized guard, subordinate, and maid into the system.
Everyone entering or exiting had to pass through security. Anyone trying to force their way in would be cut down by the axen on the spot!
The guards were further equipped with infrared night-vision goggles, handheld tal detectors, and other tools.
The solar power plant sat right beside the villa compound.
Hundreds of panels were arranged in neat rows; the battery banks and inverters had been installed and were undergoing final testing.
Luke refused to hand this completely over to the "natives"—they simply wouldn't understand it.
"Chief Scientist" Maester Qyburn was learning fast, but the old man was currently obsessed with the pile of modern science textbooks Luke had given him. He never slept, eyes bloodshot, muttering phrases like "odd functions remain unchanged under even transformations" and "force analysis" around the clock.
Arthur secretly reported to Luke: the maester hadn't closed his eyes in three days. Carola brought als and set them on the table; he ate a few bites when he rembered, otherwise he kept reading.
Luke listened in silence, then said, "Tell him that if he keeps this up he'll et the Stranger long before he invents the 'wildfire steam engine.' He is ordered to sleep at least four hours every day."
One week later.
The temporary lord's residence was officially complete.
Luke stood before the main villa, gazing at the two-story building made entirely of stacked logs, a deep sense of satisfaction rising in his chest.
Dark roof tiles, double-glazed windows, a bluestone path leading to the heavy wooden door, and transplanted flowers and trees lining both sides.
Pushing open the thick door revealed an entirely different world inside.
The living room was bright and spacious, furnished with leather sofas, solid-wood coffee tables, and a large LCD television—of course the TV could only play movies from USB drives for now.
The open kitchen was fully equipped: microwave, induction stove, oven. Water dispenser, coffee machine, and bread maker sat neatly on the counter.
Upstairs were bedrooms and a study. The master bedroom held a two-ter-wide luxury "Hastens" bed from Earth—lying on it felt like floating on a cloud.
Floor-to-ceiling windows opened onto a private balcony overlooking the God's Eye with a breathtaking view.
The attic had been converted into a private ho cinema—projector, screen, surround-sound system, and a row of plush recliners.
Luke still hadn't decided which films to bring over. Ga of Thrones was obviously out… the natives would take one look and declare "physics no longer exists!"
Nor could he bring anything too "enlightening"—he needed feudalism, dieval life, and the power of the gods.
He had already commissioned an expensive professional ani studio on Earth to produce a serialized "Celestial Dragon Biography" ani that blended Westerosi customs and culture…
The adjacent sauna was fully tiled and ready; the electric heater could fire up at any ti. The private bar counter was stocked with premium liquors. The indoor swimming pool was filled and its heating system under final calibration.
At that mont, Annie and Emma stood in the center of the living room, staring blankly at everything.
They were no strangers to luxury. As daughters of a knight, they had seen noble mansions in King's Landing, and as Luke's personal maids their horizons were broader than most high lords.
But what they saw now completely shattered their understanding of the world.
Annie cautiously reached out and touched the refrigerator door. The cool, smooth white tal made her gasp.
"So many magic lamps!"
Emma stared at the elegant chandelier overhead, its dozens of neatly arranged LED bulbs giving off a soft, even glow.
Luke walked over and casually flipped the wall switch.
The lights went out. The room darkened. He flipped it again and they blazed back on.
"Exactly," he said with a smile. "With these, you'll never need candles at night again."
Emma covered her mouth, eyes wide with disbelief.
Annie discovered another marvel—the air conditioner. The white wall unit was blowing warm air; she leaned in, feeling the gentle current on her face, her expression lighting up like a child's.
"This is an air conditioner. It can make the room hot or cold," Luke explained, picking up the remote and pressing a few buttons. "In sumr it blows cold air; in winter it blows warm air."
"Cold air… in sumr?" Annie could not comprehend the concept.
In Westeros, sumr ant heat. Nobles could only hide in the shade and fan themselves.
Sothing that could produce cold wind? Pure magic!
Luke took them through the kitchen next, demonstrating how the microwave heated food, how the rice cooker and induction stove worked.
When Annie watched a piece of cold at go into the microwave, spin a few tis, and co out steaming hot, she nearly dropped to her knees.
"My lord… is this the work of the gods?"
Luke steadied her and said seriously, "Rember, this is 'magic'—the magic of House Jaqenion. You are my personal maids. From now on you will learn to use all of it."
Emma nodded vigorously beside her, eyes shining with worship and adoration.
By evening the entire lord's residence was lit up.
Warm light poured from every villa window. Street lamps lined the paths, turning the whole compound bright as day.
Guards on the high watchtowers wore infrared night-vision goggles, seeing every corner clearly even in total darkness.
The equipnt could run for days on a single charge. With it, any assassin trying to sneak in at night would have nowhere to hide.
Faceless n were impressive, sure—but good luck getting past night vision, facial recognition, fingerprint scans, voice recognition, passcodes, and live verification…
Luke stood on the balcony of the main villa, looking out over his own little paradise.
The God's Eye shimred silver under the moonlight. In the distance the Draco construction site blazed with work lights; closer by, the warm, peaceful glow of the villa compound bathed everything in comfort.
He thought back to that night one week earlier—the Three-Eyed Crow, the clash inside his spiritual world.
A cold smile curved his lips.
Brynden Rivers, enjoy your new life.
Tens of thousands of people are chasing your avatars across the world right now, while I… am in my luxury log villa, holding beauties in my arms and sipping fine wine.
"Keep the music playing. Keep the dancing going!"
This is the life of a Celestial Dragon.
You could never understand it.
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