296 AC
Dominic's POV
The first day of travel from Pentos was uneventful until evening. I'd set up camp in a small clearing, the fire crackling as Shadow grazed nearby. The air was warm, scented with dust and wild herbs. My inventory held 1.5 million gold dragons and a trove of artifacts, but I kept my gear simple: Geralt's leather jacket, leather gloves, and the iron dagger in my boot. The invisibility cloak and Captain America's shield stayed in storage, ready if needed.
As I ate a piece of salted fish, the ground trembled—five sets of footsteps, moving fast. My seismic sense painted their outlines: mercenaries, armed with swords and axes, their armor clinking. They burst into the clearing, surrounding me, their faces hard and greedy.
"Hand over your coin, boy," the leader growled, a scarred man with a patchy beard. "No need to make this messy."
I stood, keeping my hands visible. "I don't have any money. Check if you want."
The leader sneered, eyeing my clean tunic and Geralt's jacket. "No need to lie. Those clothes are too fine for a pauper."
"I don't want trouble," I said, my voice calm but firm.
They didn't listen. The leader stepped forward, sword drawn, and the others closed in. I sighed. So much for diplomacy. With a stomp, I summoned five stone spikes from the earth, each aimed between their legs. The ground obeyed, and in an instant, four spikes shot upward, piercing through armor, flesh, and bone, stopping just below their skulls. Four bodies slumped, lifeless.
The fifth man, quicker than the rest, dove aside, landing hard on the dirt. He scrambled to his feet, eyes wide with terror. "Fuck this!" he yelled, sprinting away.
I raised a hand, and the earth responded, forming a semicircular dome of stone around him. He skidded to a halt, trapped. Turning, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees. "Please, spare me! I'll do anything!"
I chuckled, crossing my arms. "Anything, huh?"
"Yes!" he stammered, sweat beading on his brow. "Anything you want, I swear!"
"Swear loyalty to me," I said, my yellow eyes glinting in the firelight. "But if I even suspect you'll betray me, your death will be worse than theirs." I gestured to the spiked corpses.
He nodded frantically. "I swear! My loyalty is yours!"
"What's your name?"
"Aeron Sand," he said, voice shaking.
I lowered the dome, letting him stand. "Alright, Aeron. You're with me now. Help me clean this up."
We buried the bodies—well, I used earthbending to sink them into the ground—and broke camp. The next morning, we headed south toward Astapor, Shadow carrying me while Aeron trudged alongside, his fear slowly giving way to cautious respect.
The journey to Astapor took 45 days, a grueling trek through Essos' vast landscapes. We passed the Golden Fields, their wheat swaying under the sun; Vaes Dothrak, its horse gates looming in the distance; the endless grasslands of the Dothraki Sea; Meereen's towering pyramids; Yunkai's yellow-brick walls; and finally, Astapor's red-brick sprawl. The road was harsh—dusty trails, scorching days, and chilly nights. My inventory kept us fed and watered, with bread, apples, and salted fish to spare.
We encountered Dothraki hordes three times, their hooves shaking the earth like thunder. Each time, I raised a stone dome around us, thick enough to withstand arrows and curious scouts. Aeron watched, awestruck, as the Dothraki passed, their war cries fading. "You're no ordinary man," he said once, but I only smirked. The Dothraki were a problem for another day. One day, I'd ensure no khalasar roamed free, but for now, they could live.
Aeron proved useful, sharing tales of Essos' politics and sellsword life. He was a Dornishman, a bastard who'd fled Westeros for adventure, only to end up a mercenary scraping by. His loyalty seemed genuine, born of fear and the promise of a better life. I kept my seismic sense on him, watching for any hint of betrayal. So far, he was clean.
We reached Astapor at dusk, the city's red walls glowing under the setting sun. After resting in a cheap inn—paid with a few copper coins from my inventory—we headed to the slave market the next morning. The air stank of sweat and iron, and the market buzzed with traders, overseers, and chained slaves. I approached a man in fine silks, clearly in charge.
"I want to buy Unsullied," I said, my voice steady.
He eyed me, then Aeron, his lip curling. "Come back tomorrow morning. I'll inform the Good Masters and arrange a meeting."
The next day, we entered the training field, a dusty arena ringed by red-brick walls. The Good Masters sat on a high platform, their silks fluttering, while thousands of Unsullied stood in silent ranks, spears gleaming. A young woman with dark skin and sharp eyes stood nearby, translating. She looked familiar—too familiar.
"What's your name?" I asked her.
"Missandei," she replied, her voice clear.
I nodded, hiding my surprise. Missandei from the show. "And what do you do?"
"I translate for the Good Masters," she said.
I leaned in. "Tell them I want 500 men, 500 women, 100 children, and 10,000 Unsullied soldiers."
Missandei's eyes widened slightly, but she translated flawlessly. The Good Masters murmured, then one spoke, his voice dripping with arrogance. Missandei translated: "The price is 1 million gold dragons."
"Done," I said without hesitation. "And throw in Missandei as a gift."
The Masters conferred, then nodded. Missandei's expression flickered—fear, hope, I couldn't tell. The deal was set.
That night, I transferred 1 million gold dragons from my inventory into ten wooden chests, each heavy with coin. The next morning, I delivered them to the training field. The Good Masters inspected the gold, their greed palpable, and finalized the sale. The Unsullied—10,000 strong, plus 500 men, 500 women, 100 children, and Missandei—were mine.
That night, I struck again. Under the invisibility cloak, I slipped into the Good Masters' palaces, my seismic sense guiding me past guards and traps. Their vaults were obscene—piles of gold, gems, and artifacts. I took carefully, siphoning 2 million gold dragons across multiple estates, plus a handful of valuables: a ruby-encrusted scepter, a diamond tiara, and a strange bronze ring that hummed faintly. By dawn, Astapor's elite were none the wiser, their losses too small to notice immediately.
With my new army, I headed to Astapor's port. The docks were chaotic, ships creaking under the weight of cargo and slaves. I approached a merchant with a fleet of 50 galleys, each sturdy enough for a long voyage. "How much for all of them?" I asked.
He blinked, then named a price: 500,000 gold dragons. I paid from my inventory, the coins materializing in chests. The ships were mine, crewed by hired sailors and my Unsullied. Missandei, now free, stood by my side, her sharp mind already proving useful as she organized the civilians.
Aeron, standing on the deck of the lead ship, turned to me as we prepared to sail. "Where are we going, anyway?"
I looked out at the horizon, the wind tugging at my cloak. "To create our own kingdom."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't press. The Unsullied loaded supplies, the civilians boarded, and the ships groaned as they filled. My inventory held 2.5 million gold dragons, enough to fund a nation. The Disputed Lands awaited—a lawless expanse where I'd carve my empire. But first, I needed to train my army, master my powers, and roll the gacha for more tools. The system chimed: Daily GP Earned: +1. Total GP: 60. I smiled. The game was just beginning.
My status updated as we set sail:
Name: Dominic Augustus
Race: Human
Age: 15
Character Assimilation: Toph Beifong (Earthbending, Seismic Sense – 40%)
Powers: Earthbending (Intermediate), Seismic Sense (Intermediate)
Equipment: Captain America's Shield, Invisibility Cloak, Spider-Man's Web-Shooters, Sokka's Boomerang, Standard Steel Sword, Iron Dagger, Flint Knife, Geralt's Leather Jacket, Leather Boots, Plain Cloak, Waterskin, Rope (20 ft), Flint and Steel, Small Pouch, Bread Loaf, Flask of Ale, Wool Blanket, Iron Shovel, Candles (x3), Fishing Line, Small Mirror, Leather Gloves, Salted Fish, Small Pouch of Spices, Wooden Bowl, Cloth Sash, Ink and Quill, Leather Belt, Apples (x2), Whetstone, Copper Coins (x10), Konoha Headband, Cloth Bandages, Small Pouch of Herbs, Torch, Inventory (1000m x 1000m), Sapphire Ring, Pearl-Encrusted Goblet, Silver Dagger, Gilded Candelabra, Jade Statue, Ruby-Encrusted Scepter, Diamond Tiara, Strange Bronze Ring, Obsidian Orb, 2,500,000 Gold Dragons
Followers: Aeron Sand, Missandei, 10,000 Unsullied, 500 Men, 500 Women, 100 Children
Assets: 50 Galleys
Gacha Points (GP): 60
The sea stretched before me, and with it, my future. A kingdom of my own, built on earth and gold, was within reach.