1 Overpowered

It's been an hour since God informed him of his death, he wasn't all that upset, he is more intrigued about his chance to reincarnate with a handful of wishes.

The all-powerful old man coughs, "You have said that you wish to go to the world of Game of Thrones, where and when would you like to reincarnate?"

Max shakes his head, "I'm still only twenty-two, can't i just transmigrate with the body i currently have?"

God makes an amused noise, "Sure, i haven't done it in a while, normally people jump at the chance of reincarnating with a new body"

The dark-haired young man sits back in his chair, contemplating his wishes, "Are there any rules on my wishes?"

God gives a small nod, "No wishing for more wishes, you can't wish to be a God, and you can't wish for a system"

Leaning on his hand, Max makes his first wish, "I want an infinite pocket dimension, like an inventory that normally comes in games"

He realizes that the old man is waiting for the rest of his wishes before he accepts any of them.

"I want to keep my current appearance but i want to become my main modded Skyrim character, i also want everything he has, such as skills, abilities, spells, traits, items, weapons, armor, jewelry, etc... how many wishes will that cost me?"

God holds up a single singer, "Even if you only said that you wanted to become the character and didn't state everything else, i would have given you them for free"

Max lets out a sigh of relief, "three more wishes"

"I want all the items, skills, abilities, spells, and items of my Oblivion character and my Diablo III main"

Seeming like a bobblehead at this point, God nods, "That is perfectly fine and reasonable. this is your last wish, then tell me when and where you would like to teleport to"

"My last wish to have perfect knowledge and control over all my spells, abilities, weapons, and scrolls... there's no point n having them if i can't control them"

"And, before you ask for a third time, I'd like to be transmigrated outside the chamber of Elia Martell a few minutes before the Mountain comes for her and her children"

With a click and a flash of light, he is forced to open his eyes, when he opens them again, he's standing in a cold stone hallway with the sound of fighting filling the castle.

Noticing that he's wearing nothing but his pajamas that he died in, he instantly equips his archmage's robes, over his robes he wears a reinforced leather cuirass and pauldron.

After putting up his large hood that conceals the top of his face, he takes out and wears Nahkriin's mask.

Wearing two swords on his hip, he flicks his magic between his fingers, setting up a barrier to stop any intruders.

He opens the room door to find a petrified but beautiful caramel-skinned woman and two children, a little girl, and a baby boy.

He holds up his hands as a sign of no malice, "i mean you no harm, but an army is coming and they will kill you and your children, come with me if you want to live", he holds out his hand to the hesitant woman.

The woman has one thought running through her mind, this man could kill us easily with his swords, even if he means to kidnap up, he obviously means us no harm'

She whispers something to her children before they all stand up and follow him.

"Good, stay close and don't wander off"

[Author's Note: this is a short chapter to give you guys a taste, the MC is in no way a hero or a simp, but if you watched GOT and didn't feel bad for Elia and her children then your a sadist that needs therapy]