Chapter 208: Finding Benjen

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: Finding Benjen

Jacob woke the next morning and looked at Malia, who was sleeping next to him, hugging him with both her arms and legs like a koala. Her face was peaceful, her breathing slow and steady.

He kissed her forehead gently. She stirred but didn’t wake.

He said to the system in his mind, ’System, do a daily sign-in first.’

[Daily Sign-In Successful. Rewards Obtained:

1️⃣ 60,000 Coins

2️⃣ Headphones

3️⃣ Cinnamon Rolls x100]

Jacob read the rewards and thought, ’The cinnamon rolls are nice, I guess.’

’System, do the quest sign-in.’

[Quest Sign-In Successful. Rewards Obtained:

1️⃣ Whomping Willow Seeds (Harry Potter): A small pouch containing 100 seeds from a Whomping Willow. When planted, they grow into defensive, violent trees that attack anyone with bad intentions toward you and your family.

2️⃣ Conqueror’s Haki (One Piece): The ability to exert your willpower over others, projecting it as an overwhelming pressure. Its basic uses include domination (intimidating or temporarily taming animals and weaker-willed individuals), incapacitation (releasing a powerful burst that knocks out those with weak wills), and exerting enough pressure to damage physical objects. Those with stronger wills can resist or ignore its effects. The ability can be refined and strengthened by increasing the user’s overall power.

3️⃣ Lembas Bread x600 (The Lord of the Rings): Elvish waybread. One small bite can fill a grown man’s stomach for an entire day. Lightweight, never spoils, and provides sustained energy without weighing you down. Tastes faintly sweet and honey-like.]

Jacob read the first reward and thought, ’I’ll give the Whomping Willow seeds to Melissa and let her deal with them. Maybe after we build our own castle in Westeros, she can plant a few around it.’

He moved to the second reward and got excited. ’Oh, Conqueror’s Haki. That’s a great reward. I can probably knock out any human with no supernatural powers. It’s a good ability for aura farming. And if I combine it with my dragon aura, I can probably knock out any supernatural creature that gets intimidated by my dragon aura—like Scott.’ He smirked. ’Too bad he isn’t here, or I’d try it on him.’

He read the last reward. ’Lembas bread? Well, it’s better than getting something perverted again.’

He tried to free himself from Malia, but she tightened her grip and opened her eyes sleepily.

"Where are you going?" she mumbled.

Jacob kissed her lips. "I’m going to do some training." He kissed her again. "Go back to sleep. It’s still early."

Malia released him, closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.

Jacob got out of bed, covered her with the blanket, put on his clothes, and teleported to the wilderness of Serendell.

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Serendell Wilderness

Jacob stood in an open field surrounded by rolling hills and tall grass. In the distance, a herd of bison grazed peacefully. They were almost double the size of normal bison after living in Serendell for a few months.

He addressed the system. ’System, merge the Conqueror’s Haki into my body.’

[Are you sure, Host?]

’Yes.’

Jacob felt a warm energy bloom in his head, spreading through his body like a gentle wave before disappearing.

[Conqueror’s Haki has been merged successfully into your body, Host.]

Jacob closed his eyes and focused on the new ability. He could feel it—a pressure building inside him, a weight of willpower waiting to be unleashed. It was like a muscle he had never used before, tense and ready.

He teleported closer to the herd, landing fifty meters away. The bison raised their heads, their nostrils flaring, sensing something dangerous.

Jacob took a deep breath and released his Conqueror’s Haki.

A wave of invisible pressure erupted from his body. The air itself seemed to warp. The grass flattened in a perfect circle around him. The bison’s eyes went white, and the entire herd collapsed—all of them unconscious.

Jacob scratched his head. "Oops! It seems I used more power than I intended. I only meant to knock out one of them."

He looked at the fallen bison and sighed. "I need to train a bit, I guess."

For the next two hours, Jacob trained his Conqueror’s Haki. He used it on the poor animals living in Serendell. He practiced releasing it in controlled bursts, learning to target specific individuals within a group. He practiced using it to intimidate animals without knocking them out—making them freeze in place, making them flee in terror, making them submit and lie down.

By the end of the two hours, he had mastered the basics. He could knock out a single animal in a herd without affecting the others. He could intimidate an entire group without causing them to lose consciousness. He could target specific individuals with surgical precision.

Satisfied, he teleported to Saphira, spent some time with her and the baby wyverns, then teleported back to the palace.

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Palace Corridor

Jacob appeared in the hallway and found Stiles just waking up. His hair was a mess—sticking up in every direction. One leg of his sweatpants was hiked up to his knee. His t-shirt was tucked into his pants in the front but hanging loose in the back.

He was shuffling toward the dining room, half-asleep, muttering something under his breath.

Jacob smirked and released his Conqueror’s Haki, targeting him.

Stiles didn’t know what hit him.

One moment he was walking. The next, he was on his knees, his hands pressed against his temples. His vision blurred. His head felt like it was splitting in half. Sweat poured down his face. His heart hammered in his chest. He felt an overwhelming pressure—like a mountain was pressing down on his soul.

And he felt terror. Absolute, primal terror. He felt like he was targeted by something ancient and powerful, something that could crush him without effort.

He turned around and saw Jacob smirking at him.

Jacob stopped using his Conqueror’s Haki. "I’m surprised you didn’t faint."

Stiles gasped for air, his body shaking. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand.

"What... what did you do to me?" he demanded, his voice cracking.

Jacob shrugged casually. "I just tried my new ability. But it seems it didn’t work on you."

Stiles staggered to his feet. "Didn’t work? I felt like my head was about to split in half! And you were terrifying a second ago! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Jacob waved his hand, using his Healing Touch. White light enveloped Stiles, healing his headache instantly.

"Here. You’re all good now." Jacob passed him and walked toward the dining room. "Let’s go eat."

Stiles followed behind him, muttering in anger. "Don’t try your abilities on me. I’m not your guinea pig, you scaly bastard."

Jacob just laughed and kept walking.

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Dining Room

Everyone was already there.

Jacob’s wives sat around the table—Allison, Lydia, Malia, Melissa, and Sansa. Kitty was sitting on her high chair. Chris and Victoria sat together, deep in quiet conversation. Erica sat next to Natalie and Noah, who had joined them for breakfast. Jon, Bran, and Rickon were seated together, looking overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food on the table. Osha sat beside Rickon. Meera sat next to Bran. Brienne and Arya sat across from Shireen, who was happily eating a bowl of fruit.

Jeff was curled in Lydia’s arms, his small body rising and falling with each breath.

Cogman was serving food.

Jacob kissed each of his wives and took his seat. Stiles slumped into his chair next to Erica, still grumbling.

Jacob took a bite of his food and looked at Jon. "Jon, what do you think of Serendell?"

Jon sighed heavily. "It’s a beautiful place. But to be honest, I’m still trying to understand everything I’ve seen since I met you. Especially your fight yesterday with that tree monster." He paused. "And Sansa and Arya showed us something called a movie last night. It confused me."

Jacob looked at Sansa.

Sansa smiled. "I showed them The Lord of the Rings movies. They were shocked when they saw Father’s doppelganger."

Jacob nodded. "I see." He looked at Jon. "That’s not Ned. That was just an actor from our world."

Jon said, "I know. Sansa and Arya explained that to me. But still, Boromir looks exactly like Father. And sounds exactly like him. The only thing that was different is that if Father was in Boromir’s place, he would never have tried to steal the ring from Frodo. He was an honorable man."

Jacob’s expression turned thoughtful. "Yeah. He was an honorable man. And that honor is what got him killed."

Jon glared at him.

Jacob shrugged. "Don’t look at me like that. I learned about your world’s past, and I saw what your father did in King’s Landing. His obsession with doing the right thing blinded him to the cutthroat reality of King’s Landing. Instead of playing the political game, he made several fatal, honor-driven mistakes." He met Jon’s eyes. "And his worst mistake was warning Cersei."

Jon’s voice was tight. "What do you mean by ’warning Cersei’?"

Jacob set down his fork. "Ned showed Cersei his evidence about her children being Jaime’s bastards. He did this to give her a chance to flee with her kids before telling King Robert. That gave her time to orchestrate Robert’s accident." He paused. "He also rejected Renly Baratheon’s help. Renly offered Ned a hundred swords to seize Joffrey and Cersei in the middle of the night. But your father refused because dragging children out of bed went against his honor."

He paused. "While I admire him for that, that kind of honor has a terrible price to pay—and he and your family paid it."

Arya’s voice was cold. "I will make Cersei pay for what she did to my family."

Lydia shook her head. "I still can’t believe that this Cersei you’re talking about slept with her brother and gave birth to three children from him."

Jacob took a bite of his food. "It’s normal for siblings to marry each other in Sansa’s world. Well, not normal—but the Targaryens were doing it for years."

Allison made a face. "That’s gross."

Jacob pointed his fork at Bran. "The reason Bran was crippled was that he caught Cersei and her brother doing it."

Lydia looked at Bran. "Really?"

Bran nodded. "Yes. I was climbing the First Keep tower like I usually did, and I found them there. Jaime caught me and pushed me out the window."

Arya’s eyes glowed yellow. "Jaime is going to pay for that."

Brienne sighed but said nothing.

Jacob changed the subject. He looked at Cogman. "Did you build the satellites yet?"

Cogman shook his head. "Not yet, sir. I’m still working on them. Some things I ordered haven’t arrived yet."

Jacob nodded. "I see."

Lydia said, "By the way, Jay, Kai and Mika are getting married in three days. Melissa and I will be busy helping them. You should be there too on the day of the wedding."

Jacob smiled. "Sure. Just remind me so I won’t forget."

They continued eating and talking.

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After Breakfast

Jacob gave Melissa the pouch of Whomping Willow seeds. She opened it and examined the small, dark seeds inside.

"Are these really Whomping Willow seeds?" she asked.

Jacob nodded. "Yes. Plant them here in Serendell if you want, and maybe plant some around our future castle in Westeros."

Melissa smiled and put them in her ring. "I will. And I’m looking forward to them growing—maybe I can make some potions from their leaves, bark, sap, and fruit." She kissed him and said, "I’ll go plant some of them right now." She left in a hurry.

After that, Jacob went fishing with Chris, Victoria, and Allison in the lake.

The four of them sat on the shore, their fishing lines cast into the still water. The sun was warm. The breeze was gentle.

Chris broke the silence. "So, what do you want to talk to us about?"

Jacob said, "I got five hundred serums that will give normal humans superhuman strength, speed, agility, endurance, and accelerated healing on par with a beta werewolf." He looked at Chris. "What do you think we should do with them?"

Chris leaned back, thinking. "Five hundred enhanced soldiers would give us a formidable core for our army. We could use them as an elite unit—shock troops for the toughest battles, or rapid response forces, or use some of them as guards for our future cities."

Allison added, "We should keep some serums in reserve. If we conquer more territory, we’ll need loyal commanders to hold it. Giving serums to proven leaders—especially those who’ve already shown their loyalty in battle—would be a wise investment. But we need to choose people who will follow orders, who won’t abuse their power. Otherwise, we will have to kill them if they turn out to be bad people and waste the serums."

Victoria said, "I would need some of the serums too to build my law enforcement department."

Chris said, "My suggestion is this: we give the serum to our most trusted warriors. The samurai—Kai, Ōishi, and the three hundred elite samurai who came with them. They’re already disciplined. They already follow orders without question. They already have a warrior’s mindset. With these serums, they’ll be unstoppable."

Jacob nodded slowly. "That’s three hundred serums right there. What about the other two hundred?"

Chris said, "Give Victoria a hundred. And keep the remaining hundred until we find more people we can trust. Maybe some of the Free Folk who prove themselves. Maybe some of the soldiers who surrendered to us at Castle Black. But we don’t give them out until we’re sure."

Victoria said, "We should also consider the long term. You said we’ll visit other worlds in the future—worlds stronger than Sansa’s. We’ll need soldiers who can fight in those worlds too. So give me just fifty and save some serums for future recruits from other worlds."

Jacob said, "The samurai will be the core of our army, and we will always take them with us to new worlds. But you’re right—I should keep some serums for future worlds. So we’ll give three hundred serums to the samurai in a few days. Victoria, you can ask me for the fifty serums when you need them. And the other hundred and fifty we’ll hold onto for now."

Allison asked, "What are we going to do today?"

Jacob said, "We’ll find Sansa’s uncle today. Then we’ll go see the Free Folk and see if they’ll accept me as their king. If they do, we’ll help them move south of the Wall and find a place for them to live. Then we’ll take our army and start conquering Westeros—starting from Winterfell."

Chris shook his head. "I suggest we conquer only the North for now. Establish our kingdom there. Turn it into a proper kingdom with laws, healthcare, an education system, an economic system, and agriculture. We need roads to connect our cities and towns. We need to build a foundation before we expand. If we conquer too much too fast, we’ll stretch ourselves thin. We’ll have rebellions, supply issues, administrative problems. Better to start small and grow strong."

Victoria added, "If we do this right, the people of the North will see us as saviors, not conquerors. They’ll follow us willingly, and any hate or resistance against us will disappear. And when the rest of Westeros sees how prosperous the North has become, they’ll want to join us too."

Jacob nodded slowly. "Okay. We’re in no hurry. We’ll do as you said."

Allison asked, "So what’s the name of our kingdom?"

Jacob shrugged. "I don’t know yet. We’ll talk about that after we take Winterfell and decide where to build our capital."

They kept talking for hours—about the challenges of building a kingdom from scratch.

Then they went back to the palace and had lunch with everyone.

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After Lunch

Jacob opened a portal back to the Game of Thrones world and went through with Allison, Malia, Kitty, Sansa, Chris, Victoria, Stiles, Arya, Jon, Bran, Meera, Brienne, Rickon, and Osha.

It was early morning in Westeros.

Chris and Victoria stayed at Castle Black with Davos. They wanted to learn more about Westeros’s history, politics, and military tactics from him.

Jacob teleported the others to the place where he had fought the Jubokko the day before, bringing Tormund, Edd, and Samwell with them.

They looked at the crater—a hundred meters deep at its center, where Jacob’s last attack had struck and detonated, then gradually shallowed out toward the mile-wide rim. The ground still radiated heat. Steam rose from the edges. At the bottom, glassy rock caught the pale morning light and glittered like scattered shards of mirror.

Samwell shook his head in disbelief. "This place will probably become a lake in the future."

Jacob was about to take out his compass to find Benjen, but he stopped. He looked far into the haunted forest, where the fight hadn’t reached and the frozen trees still stood.

"I’ll be right back," he said.

He teleported.

A moment later, he returned with a man on a horse wearing dark clothes and covering his face.

Jacob smiled. "Well, I found Benjen."

Jon’s eyes widened. "Uncle Benjen?"

Benjen dismounted and took down his hood. His face was pale, his eyes glowing faintly blue. He looked at Jon, then at the others—Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon.

"Hello, Jon," he said warmly. "Sansa. Arya. Bran." He looked at Rickon. "And little Rickon. Look at you. You’ve grown."

They greeted him warmly, tears in their eyes.

Arya stepped forward. "We came to take you back with us."

Benjen shook his head. "I can’t go back. I’m already cursed by the White Walkers."

Jacob walked toward him. "Let me help you with that."

Without warning, he thrust his hand into Benjen’s chest.

Benjen gasped. His eyes went wide.

Jon said nervously, "What are you doing?"

Sansa said, "Relax. Jay isn’t hurting him. He just wants to take out the piece of dragonglass the Children of the Forest had shoved into Uncle Benjen’s chest to stop the spread of the White Walkers’ dark magic."

Jon sighed in relief. "I see."

Jacob pulled out the piece of dragonglass and tossed it aside.

Benjen collapsed to his knees.

Jacob used his Healing Touch. White light shot from his hand and enveloped Benjen’s body. The wound on his chest healed completely. The dark magic was purged. The cold, dead feeling in his bones vanished.

Benjen looked at his chest. The wound was gone. No scar. He felt warm again. He felt human again.

And then he shivered. The cold of the North hit him for the first time in years.

He covered his chest with his cloak and looked at Jacob in wonder. "Thank you. But who are you? How did you heal me?"

Jacob said, "I’m Sansa’s husband. I used one of my abilities to heal you. Sansa will explain everything later." He paused. "Now tell me—were you here yesterday?"

Benjen shook his head. "I heard a loud explosion and saw a large fire from far away yesterday. I came to see what happened. I only arrived this morning."

Jacob nodded. "I see. I thought you were here yesterday and I didn’t feel your presence."

He took out the Flying Carpet and enlarged it. "Let’s go to Hardhome. Sansa, Arya, explain to your uncle about me and what happened here on the way."

Everyone climbed onto the carpet. Jacob took out his compass and followed the direction to Hardhome.

The carpet lifted off and flew at high speed, carrying them toward Hardhome.

To be continued... 😊

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