Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

Beneath the statues of The Seven in the Red Keep's Sept, the Knight of Flowers, Loras, and ninety-nine others waited.

Half of them were the offspring of the great houses of the Seven Kingdoms, while the other half were reclusive youths, all draped in white cloth, seemingly found from who knew where. The two groups were incompatible, as if they shouldn't exist in the same world.

Loras silently asked himself, What does Joffrey want to do?

What makes him think he can stand against the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms? Does he really believe a melted Iron Throne is enough to make everyone bow down and submit?

At least, Loras had no intention of yielding just yet.

Even so, Loras couldn't help but recall the fiery steel lava. The air still seemed hot and dry, filled with the smell of blood and fire with every breath.

In a daze, he pictured the battlefield where his ancestors faced the breath of the Targaryen Dragons.

The Field of Fire.

His ancestors became the liege lords of the Reach after the Battle of the Field of Fire.

The Field of Fire. This motto of the Baratheon family, inherited from the Storm Kings, also became the perfect footnote to the majestic presence of the Dragon Kings.

Has Lord Renly safely returned to Storm's End? Have the Lords of the Stormlands raised their banners?

The Velaryon fleet cannot prevent the outbreak of war.

By then, even with the support of Eddard and Duke Tywin, would Joffrey receive the full allegiance of the Lords of the North and the Westerlands? Not after he's acted so arrogant and conceited.

Storm's End and Highgarden have at least a fifty percent chance of winning.

But, is Joffrey completely unaware of these unfavorable circumstances?

Loras suddenly remembered the Dragon Egg in Joffrey's hand, and a terrifying guess inexplicably formed in his mind: Could he hatch a new Dragon?

Guarded by two white-armored Knights, Joffrey entered from the Sept entrance.

"Good day, Your Majesty," everyone bowed in unison.

"Do you know why I've called you here?" Joffrey stood beneath the statue of the Father.

Loras saw the overflowing fanaticism and joy on the faces of the youths in white cloth, as if they were about to receive an immense blessing. His unease grew.

"Accept the gift of destiny."

"The Gods have chosen me to fulfill a sacred mission, and I have chosen you — to be the messengers who spread Light and the glory of The Gods to the world."

"Know this, the Frost Disaster has arrived, and the eternal night of Doomsday is imminent. You shall be the vanguard of salvation!"

"Light Eternal!" The youths in white cloth prostrated themselves devoutly.

The offspring of the lords were at a loss, glancing at each other, and finally had no choice but to reluctantly lie on the ground and go through the motions.

Loras almost thought he was facing a charlatan looking for a free meal.

But then he saw Joffrey extend his left hand. In his palm was a pile of small, black, shiny discs. What is this?

"Come forward, and share in the great power of The Gods. This is Divine Grace."

All the youths in white cloth instantly surged forward, more frantic than irrational fanatics, more greedy than wild beasts that had been starved for four or five days, and more forgetful of everything else than Soldiers in the heat of battle.

Joffrey gently soothed them, "One by one."

The youths in white cloth immediately quieted down and formed a neat and orderly line, their expressions more eager and excited than servants lining up to receive rewards.

The nervous and flustered offspring of the lords gradually moved to the end of the line. Loras was roughly in the middle.

He looked up towards the front.

Joffrey was using a Valyrian Steel Dagger to cut the back of the neck of a youth in white cloth. The youth didn't even move!

Joffrey picked up a small, shiny disc and inserted it between the youth's flesh and bone.

So that's how it's used. Loras's heart turned cold. Will this thing be buried in my neck too? Is it safe? How much will it affect combat?

Loras resisted from the bottom of his heart. He nudged Horas Redwyne in front of him.

Horas turned around. Loras raised his chin towards Joffrey, shook his head, and stared intently into Horas's eyes.

Horas understood Loras's meaning.

But me stepping forward to disrupt the arrangements of a newly crowned King?

Those who have just gained power are particularly resistant to defiance. Even the simplest question can be interpreted as malicious provocation.

The tragic state of Littlefinger and the Iron Throne was still fresh in his mind. Horas didn't believe that the Redwyne fleet, far away in the Reach, could allow him to do as he pleased in the Red Keep.

Besides, he hadn't seen any danger yet. It even sounded like a great opportunity.

Horas turned back to face forward. Joffrey wiped the youth's neck with one hand, and the exposed wound immediately closed, as if nothing had ever happened.

Magical power, the mission of The Gods...

Things were progressing smoothly. Joffrey was satisfied and continued to cut the neck of the next person.

The small discs were Weave Cores made of Dragon Glass, containing one-time contract Magic Energy and information Magic Energy sufficient to support the panel's operation for two weeks. The instructions were more complete and rich. Joffrey named them "Divine Grace First Generation Core".

Combining the actual situation of this world, Joffrey gave the Weave a dazzling and righteous skin, designed to leave people speechless.

Divine Grace, who could refuse?

To achieve the most sensational and shocking effect, Joffrey also prepared the power of Fire or healing for these one hundred first Favored Ones of Divine Grace.

Fire Runes and Recovery Runes are the most suitable for widespread use, being both practical and energy-efficient. After all, the creation of these two types of Runes requires 6 Rune Energy, and a Rune Mirror Image only needs 3 Rune Energy.

One sowing, three days to break even, then pure profit.

The Snowball will get bigger and bigger, and the initial size of the Snowball also affects its growth rate, which is why Joffrey was eager to create a hundred mages at once.

Preparing three hundred Rune Energy is actually quite troublesome.

He can only store a maximum of 100 Rune Energy in his body. Any excess Rune Energy can only be stored indirectly by making magic items, and then he absorbs the Rune Energy from the items to create Runes or Rune Mirror Images when needed.

Joffrey clearly felt the weight of the dozens of steel pieces in his arms. The magic on the steel pieces was dissipating one by one.

Finally, it was the turn of the first Lord's son.

Joffrey nodded with satisfaction, "Samwell Tarly, you're quite proactive."

Sam's chubby face managed a strained smile. The process of receiving Divine Grace looked terrifying; how could he volunteer to go first? He was forced by those guys.

Sam watched with wide eyes as the sharp blade approached his neck.

No, I'm finished!

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, trembling like a fat rooster about to be slaughtered.

Joffrey had no choice but to expend mental energy to take over his body, only then successfully completing the implantation of the Divine Grace Core.

Half a day later, the hundred people were still in the Sept, unable to calm down for a long time.

Loras felt only a raging Fire burning his body, hot as if bathing in Dragonflame, but he was actually fine! I'm still alive!

"Divine Grace has been bestowed, and the mission cannot be refused. Is your destination the Seven Heavens or the Seven Hells? Fight for The Gods until death!"

King Joffrey, beneath the statue of the Father, declared the will of The Gods.

Loras stared intently at the pale blue light screen before him, which displayed lines of text and numbers. He was already a "Divine Grace Favored One," a "Holy War Army Apprentice Soldier," and an "Illuminati Apprentice Member."

The King raised both arms, "My Lords, cheer! Cheer for all our enemies! We will win countless victories! And return to the Heavenly Kingdom laden with glory!"

"Light Eternal!!"

Not only the youths draped in white cloth let out wild, long howls.

Loras thought of his beloved with despair, that sun that seemed destined to be shot down.

My Lord Renly, what are you doing?

Stop it quickly.

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