48 Chapter 46

'What... Happend..?'

'... I didn't die?'

'Status!'

[ System 2.0 welcomes the host to a new life. As Allan Curran, the host, achieved the pinacle of humanity in terms of strength. But Allan lacked a major aspect of the world, magic. In turn, it was magic that brought upon Allan's demise.

Final stats of the host before death:

HP: 1470

EP: 1440

Lvl: 98

Class: Assassin

STR: 70

DEX: 70

FOCUS: 240

VIT: 245

Unspent points: 15

AP: 1270

DEF: 1276

CP: 1991

Blunt resistance: 10%

Life skills:

Adept Silat (88%)

Grandmaster HEMA (02%)

Adept survival (72%)

Adept hunting (27%)

Adept crafting (29%)

Advanced cooking (72%)

Adept free running (63%)

Adept smithing (81%)

Adept smelting (53%)

Intermediate masonry (85%)

Advanced medicine (80%)

Language:

Expert common tongue (95%)

Beginner High Valyrian (98%)

Combat skills:

SP: 3

Sneak attack: lvl 14 (cooldown: 5 sec)

Hide: lvl 14 (cooldown: 30 sec)

Pummel: lvl 6 (cooldown: 2 sec)

Assassinate: lvl 12 (cooldown: 45 sec)

Fast reflexes: lvl 10 (cooldown: 30 sec)

Quick strike: lvl 9 (cooldown: 2 sec)

Expose weakness: lvl 10 (cooldown: 10 sec)

Because the host died as a result of magic, the system has decided to forcefully change the host's class to 'Mage'.

All stats have been reset.

The host accumulated 490 stat points and 98 skill points through leveling up. You also gained 104 stat points through physical effort.

New stats are as follows:

Name: Aberforth Dumbledore

Age: 15

Class: Mage/Wizard

lvl: 30

HP: 150

EP/MP: 450

STR: 14

DEX: 18

FOCUS: 75

VIT: 25

Unspent points: 150 + 490 + 104

Life skills learned as Allan Curran have been carried on with the host's soul.

New life skills:

Advanced wand magic (27%)

Beginner wandless magic (36%)

Intermediate broom flying (55%)

Intermediate Potion making (78%)

Intermediate herbology (51%)

Beginner rune magic (62%)

Wand Magic:

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I was numb.

I had lost everything. My family, my name, my identity... It was gone.

'Death would have been better than this.'

[The legacy of Allan Curran.

Lyanna and Arthur Curran returned to the place of your battle with the entire Curran army. They found your corpse amongst the remains of 230,510 undead and the scorched remains of the oldest Weirwood tree.

Ned Stark was there as well as a witness to the aftermath of the epic battle.

In the end, it took an army of 230,510 and magic to defeat you.

Your name went down as the strongest man to ever live in the history of Westeros. You were begrudgingly honored by all the lords and the king.

Arthur Curran lived up to his name as your son and became the most feared man in Westeros. He was by no means as strong as you, but he made a name for himself after he utterly quashed the Bolton rebellion.

The Targaryen name died with Aegon VI who became a maester. Rhaenys Martell also chose never to wed and died of a blood disease.

The son of Illyrio Mopatis arrived at Westerosi shores to invade, with his army of sellswords. They managed to conquer the Riverlands and the Vale but were stopped at the Neck by the relentless Curran army. They fought singing the song of 'Rip and Tear' and quashed the invasion.

While you were known as the greatest warrior to ever live, Arthur Curran became known as the greatest military commander in Westeros. The world moved on, and the Currans even ruled as kings for centuries.

Thousands of years after your death, and with the advent of democracy, you are still considered the greatest warrior of all time.

Your family lived well after your death. While Lyanna was inconsolable, she came to terms with it a few years later. All of your children made name of themselves, and House Curran still lives as the monarchy.

Achievement: G.O.A.T

Reward: World item - The Wand of Defiance]

A smile played on my lips as tears rolled down my face. Knowing that my family and blood thrived, it was everything a man could ask for. I didn't need to know how and when my children died or when Lyanna died, and thankfully, the system chose not to tell me.

'Aberforth Dumbledore, huh?'

The year was 1899, right after the death of Ariana Dumbledore. I was kneeling in front of her grave as the sky poured down upon me. Gelert Grindelwald had fled the scene, and Aberforth had blamed Ariana's death on Albus. The latter had just graduated from Hogwarts and was getting ready to go to France to learn from Nicholas Flamel.

Meanwhile, Aberforth was supposed to go back to Hogwarts in two days for his fifth year. Losing his mother, the girl he fell in love with, and then his beloved sister, it was understandable that Aberforth was inconsolable.

I did not know what had happened, but sometime during his grieving, the man passed away, and I took over his body.

'At least I'll have a reason to grieve. He lost his family, and so did I.'

Fresh tears rolled down my face as I regarded the fact that I would never get to see my family again. And why? 'Because I was arrogant and weak against magic.'

'What's the Wand of Defiance?'

[Wand of Defiance

A wand granted to the host as a reward from the system. The wand handle is made from dragon bone and is wrapped around by leather made from the skin of one of the 'Children of the Forest'. The wand wood is taken from the oldest Weirwood tree in Planetos, and a strand of hair taken from Bloodraven is used as the core. The handle and the wand are connected together using an ice crystal taken from the shattered remains of the 'Night King'. The wand symbolizes the host's defiance against the world of Planetos.

World Item

Magic dmg: 170

Magic resistance: 10%

Focus: 300

Vitality: 250

Item skill: Arcane Destruction — Strike your target with up to 10000 magic damage. CD: 1 day. Increase proficiency in wand magic to reduce CD]

I looked at the peculiar wand in my hand and felt it 'humm' against my skin. As I conpared it with Aberforth's original wand, the latter felt too passive and weak. It felt like a butter knife against the 'Valyrian steel' sword that was the 'Wand of Defiance'.

The skies had stopped crying, and a gentle breeze caressed against my face. I took out the portraits of Lyanna and our children from my inventory.

'I will always love you. In this world, and the next, you will always have a place in my heart.'

Putting them back into my inventory, I looked at the grave of Ariana Dumbledore.

'Rest in peace, Ariana Dumbledore. Your brother may not be alive any longer, but I will make a legacy of his name. The world will know the name...'

'... My name is Aberforth Dumbledore, and I will flip this world upside down.'