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Mera-Mera in Game of thones

A normal blue-collar worker is killed an reincarnated in the world of game of thrones, in a world where the will to kill is needed how will he survive? Will he live his life in hiding until he dies or will he rise up and claim what he wants? With the power of the Mera-Mera no mi and a dragon egg that turns out not to be as dead as he thought watch as he decides how he will live his second life.

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Chapter 12 ( Four years )

Two years had passed by fast as hell, and now it was just me alone left at this house, the old man had reached the end of his life a year ago, and Acnologia was out once again to hunt after all as a growing dragon he needed a lot of food.

A lot has happened in these two years. I am not who I used to be.

In the past two years, I've killed five people with each one getting easier, something I would have never thought possible.

They all died for the same reason. They stumbled onto the house while Acnologia was here, and it was their bad luck as the old man made me kill the first two, the times it happened while he was alive, and the next three I killed on my own not wanting to be exposed.

They did nothing wrong but be in the wrong place, and for that, I took their life, but I knew it was what needed to be done.

The last year of isolation has had a profound effect on me. My emotions feel heavy as if weights were attached to them at some point, with Acnologia being the only thing able to make me genuinely happy.

And there are still two more years to go, I don't know how much more I'll change in the coming years, but I look forward to it.

I got up and looked in the mirror and saw my current appearance handsome face golden brown hair reaching my neck, I looked far more mature even though only two years had passed.

" Two more years to go, then I shall step out into the world."

( Two years later)

" Oldman, I'll be leaving now. The four years are done, and I've learned everything I need to be successful, I know you would be proud I'll fulfill the dream you could never."

I whispered in front of a tombstone, dressed in a black light armor with the Targaryen sigil on the breastplate, and a black cloak made of black bear fur hanging down my back blowing in the wind hiding the long sword hanging on my waist.

Everything I was wearing was left behind for me by the old man. They had belonged to him at one point, but now they were mine.

As one could guess from my attire, today was the day I was leaving here, I would be heading for Essos.

My plan was simple I was going to take over a free city without using Acnologia, not because I wanted to hide him, just simply because I was enough.

I would ride on Acnologia to Essos and use the capturing of the free city as the announcement of my presence to the world.

I had planned to go to the North first, seeing if I could get some benefit out of the Northerners, but I was in a rush and an opportunity would present itself soon for me to get the North if I still wanted.

Another thing that happened in the last two years was I finally figured out where in the timeliness I was.

The show starts in a year's time, that's why I was now going to Essos to start my plans, gather my army, and make myself well-known in the world before things started descending into madness.

With the plan I had created, I should be able to bring at least two houses to my side, which will help me a lot.

The truth was if I wanted to be king, I could simply go to Kingslanding and burn the current king to death with Acnologia, but for my future rule to be smooth, I would need to do something different.

I needed to appear as a savior or at least the best choice they had for the small folks and the noble house, at least some of them, and if my first action was to burn their capital they would just see me as another crazy Targaryen, and that would be hard to come back from.

I am going to burn a city in Essos, but the people of Westeros won't think much of it. After all, it not happening to them.

I took one more look at the place I had lived for the past four years and sighed it was time to leave. I didn't know when I would return here, but I would, but it probably wouldn't be for a couple of years.

I looked up, and a smile appeared on my face as I saw Acnologia in the distance flying towards me. Right now, he was huge and still growing he was bigger than Drogon and far more powerful, physically, and when it came to his fire.

" I Jaehaerys Targaryen shall bring back the Targaryen name to glory."

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