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King of the andals, the rhoynar, and the first men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.
The eldest son and heir of King Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister, he was actually the product of incest between Cersei Lannister and her twin brother Jaime Lannister. A man of meager kindness, arrogant and overbearing, cruel and ruthless, with a narrow mind.
He ascended the throne after King Robert's death. Since he was not Robert's trueborn son, both his uncles, Stannis Baratheon and Renly Baratheon, claimed the iron throne as the rightful king.
Coupled with the murder of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, which led his son Robb Stark to declare the North's independence and crown himself King in the North, and the rebellion and independence declared by Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands, the War of the Five Kings erupted.
However, with the assistance of his uncle Tyrion Lannister and his grandfather Tywin Lannister, he won the Battle of the Blackwater Rush, dealing a severe blow to Stannis.
And as rebel kings like Renly, Robb, and Balon died one after another, he became the de facto victor of the War of the Five Kings.
After the War of the Five Kings concluded, he was poisoned and died at his own "Purple Wedding."
Sitting in the carriage, Joffrey's eyes flickered, "Is this my life? Truly ugly and pitiful."
At this moment, Joffrey still appeared handsome on the outside, his golden hair gleaming in the sunlight streaming in, a cynical smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
He was draped in a red brocade robe with golden edges, embroidered with golden thread depicting a majestic stag wearing a crown around its neck. His upper body was clad in golden armor engraved with two lions, a beast-patterned leather belt cinched deep red cotton trousers at his waist, and he wore black boots with red patterns.
Truly, one could say: a wolf in sheep's clothing.
But in reality, his soul had already been replaced by another.
His name was Jiao Fu. He grew up under the red flag, got into an ordinary school, studied for a few ordinary years, then went to work as an ordinary programmer at an ordinary company. His life was mediocre, just one of the common masses.
The only noteworthy thing was that his ancestors had once followed Li Quan, leader of the Red Coat Army in the late Southern Song Dynasty, and were taught the Yang Family Spear technique, which had been passed down to the present day.
He had also practiced the Chinese Yang Family Spear in his childhood. Unfortunately, the family fortunes declined, and the ancient martial arts could not be sustained, forcing him to seek another path. Just yesterday, he died in a fire trying to save an unfamiliar child.
When he woke up, he found himself sitting in a luxurious carriage. After merging with Joffrey's memories, he realized he had become Joffrey Baratheon from *Game of Thrones*, the infamous foolish and tyrannical king known as the "Emperor for the Ages."
At this time, his nominal father Robert, after the death of his foster father Jon Arryn, decided to go to the North to invite his good brother Eddard Stark to serve as his hand of the king.
Sitting opposite Joffrey, Robert, with his large belly, clutched a cup of some unknown wine, constantly pouring it into his mouth. Seeing his son awake, he exclaimed loudly, "Seven hells, my son is awake!"
A warmth spread in Joffrey's heart, thinking this father wasn't so bad, at least he cared.
But then he saw the disdain and contempt in Robert's eyes, "My son, Robert's son, actually fainted from being scared by a horse. You're such a disappointment. When I was your age, I could already mount a horse with a spear in hand."
With that, Robert slammed his wine cup hard onto the table in front of him, then lectured Joffrey:
"To be a king, one must be resilient, brave, and bold, charging at the forefront in battle, and governing to secure the state and bring peace to the land! If you inherit my throne in the future, how will you command respect!"
Joffrey was a bit speechless. His starting point was truly one of "fatherly kindness and filial piety." When could a bloated fool like Robert lecture him...
Just as Joffrey was feeling dejected, a panel suddenly flashed before his eyes. Joffrey was so excited he almost jumped up, "Damn! So it's not a farming novel, it's a system novel!"
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Name: Joffrey Baratheon
Age: Fifteen years old
Abilities: Yang Family Spear, Mera Mera no Mi, Unburnt
Faction: House Baratheon
Looking at the transparent panel before him, Joffrey fell into deep thought. He was extremely familiar with this panel because it was the attribute panel of a game his company was developing, *Codename: Partner*. The game's start allowed players to choose a character.
The day before he died in the fire, he had just chosen Ace, never imagining the Mera Mera no Mi ability would be brought here.
"No one else wants this fruit, but I'll take it!"
While excited, Joffrey couldn't help but wonder if his Mera Mera no Mi ability could win over those who believed in the red god. After all, fire seemed inherently connected to rhllor, the red god.
But, do gods truly exist in the world of *Game of Thrones*? In his memory, only the old gods' three-eyed crow, the Night King representing the Great Other, the Many-Faced God, and the red god's followers like the Red Priestess Melisandre and the Lightning Lord had appeared. Other gods were mentioned but never manifested.
Now that he had obtained the Mera Mera no Mi, did it mean he had seized the authority of rhllor, the red god?
As Joffrey was pondering, he felt someone embrace him tightly. Before he could react, he felt a warm embrace.
He looked up and saw the loving gaze of his mother, Cersei Lannister. This gaze deeply touched his heart.
Cersei Lannister was his mother, Joffrey's mother. Her golden hair fluttered in the wind, gently brushing against Joffrey's face. The scene froze at this moment.
In his previous life, his mother had passed away before he could remember. Having never experienced maternal love in that life, he couldn't help but feel his eyes redden now.
No matter how foolish or cruel Cersei was in the series, she still deeply loved her children.
"My child, are you feeling better?" Cersei looked at her son with affection, holding him tightly as if afraid he would leave.
"I'm fine, Mother." Joffrey looked at his mother. In her embrace, he felt a maternal love he had never experienced before.
"Oh, good. Little kittens should hide in their mother's arms and cry."
What was meant to be a warm scene was ruined by Robert's crude sarcasm. With that, Robert picked up his wine, puffed out his large belly, and stepped out of the carriage.
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The North, a small manor in the hills
"In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the andals, the rhoynar, and the first men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, I, Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, sentence you to death."
As soon as the words fell, Eddard raised the greatsword "Ice" high and swung it cleanly. The head of the black-clad prisoner before him rolled to the ground.
Crimson blood splattered on the snow, spilling like fine wine, slowly seeping in, dyeing the snowfield a dark red.
Eddard handed the greatsword to the attendant beside him and turned to look at his son Bran.
Bran Stark, only seven years old this year, sat on a small pony between his two older brothers, Robb and Jon. He held his head high, trying to appear as stubborn and "ferocious" as a young wolf.
However, his tender, pale little face betrayed him mercilessly. His age combined with that of the little pony he rode hadn't even reached adulthood yet. Not wetting his pants from fear was probably the little guy's limit.
Eddard stroked his son's head. The contact between his rough, large hand and the round head seemed inexplicably comical.
"Bran, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Father."
"Bran, one day you will be a bannerman to Robb, governing your own lands for your brother and the king. When that day comes, you must also uphold the law. When that time comes, you must never take pleasure in killing, nor shirk your duty. A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is."
At that moment, a loud shout from Jon Snow came, "Father! Bran! Come quickly and see what Robb has found!"