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For an orphan, I can do a lot in life. I was always ambitious, and I didn't care about the means to get where I wanted, getting a job in the interior of Italy, Mr. Giussepe was my boss, a good boss despite being a little crazy, the man was addicted to knowing how things were created his curiosity runs wild between drinks and perfumes and his favorite subject of transport, especially military transport.

But it was the man's love for bladed weapons that put me in this situation, honestly the idiot may be the best boss in the region, but that doesn't justify my death by a damn arrow.

"You're not very lucky," sneered the tall man with pale skin.

"What is happening?" I ask confused, one second I was choking on my blood and the next I was in a completely white room facing this man.

"Obviously." I respond, making him look at me angrily.

"As I was saying, you died and despite being a very average human being, your father was a great man and his only request was that his son be allowed to live, so way that your desires fully exist."

"So you're going to grant me wishes?" A bit of a dubious question, honestly, this guy didn't seem trustworthy at all.

"Precisely 5, first of all, where do you want to be reincarnated?" He responded with a bored voice.

My head was spinning, even as an orphan I had a relatively easy and boring life, I was average in everything, intelligence, beauty, charm and everything else, I didn't want to live like that again, I wanted adventure, passion, challenge and above all Power.

"I want to be reborn as Robert Baratheon, 5 years before the first season of Game of Thrones." I say decisively.

"Now for my second wish, I want to look like Henry Cavill and I want to have a super Captain America serum."

"No try to fool me, it was two wishes not one, but I'm in a good mood and I'll let it pass, third wish", asks the man.

Game of Thrones was a world about strength, martial skill and money, with the super serum I have strength, but I need the rest.

"I speak after thinking a little, perhaps other characters were more intelligent, but Bruce was a man of survival and adaptation.

"Two more, kid."

"I want a philosopher's stone, but instead of transforming copper into gold, it will transform rocks into gold and wood into vibranium, in exchange for these modifications the stone will not make me immortal, it will only slow down my aging."

"Seems fair." The man seems slightly affected.

"Can you make the stone work just for me?"

"I can, last wish, boy."

"One question, Joffrey, is he already the monster he is or still the hope?" I question while thinking of a plan.

"There are some universes where a person's role cannot be changed, even if you are a far superior father to the real Robert, Joffrey is beyond salvation at the point you enter the plot."

"Good, I would hate to kill an innocent child, my dying wish is for Joffrey to get sick and die, Get sick the moment I arrive and die a little later." I ask, making the man look at me strangely.

"Why?" He questions.

"I'm paranoid and I'll be surrounded by men smarter than me, if I change out of the blue, without a single explanation, I'm sure I'll paint a target on my back... I hesitate to say my next reason.

"And? "

"And I'm a man, a man who likes women and not whores, I have a soft spot especially for powerful women who wouldn't hesitate to kill me like Cersei, taking care of Joffrey when he's sick will put me in their good graces. "

"You are wicked." The man states with a mischievous smile.

"Oh I know" I joke.

"Well, that's goodbye," the man says, waving his hand towards me.