Reborn as Jon Snow with God System

The Frozen Rebirth of the North

Jon Snow stood alone at the heart of a vast, frozen wasteland, where icy winds screamed across a barren, lifeless plain. He had just returned from the Training Dimension of God, his battle against Ghidorah marking a monumental chapter in his evolution. Now, as he prepared to build a kingdom on these desolate lands, the weight of his destiny pressed heavily on his shoulders. Around him, an army of loyal followers—100,000 wildlings, 70 mighty giants, 12 mammoths, 12 direwolves, 25 wolves, 8 shadow cats, and 15 bears—marched steadily toward their chosen king. Guided by Jon's wood clones, they moved with purpose, braving the frozen winds to gather before him.

Jon Snow remained silent in the middle of this frigid abyss, his piercing eyes scanning the horizon as his people drew closer. Despite his power, he had not yet enacted the ancient ritual that would change the land's fate. He waited for his followers to arrive, not out of vanity but because he wanted them to witness his actions. Respect, Jon believed, must be earned through deeds, not simply demanded as a king's right. Though his people already revered him, this transformation would solidify their loyalty.

An hour passed, and the wildlings, giants, and animals stood before him, expectant and curious. Jon began to speak, his voice clear and firm:

"This land is harsh, far colder than even the lands beyond the Wall. But I have chosen it for a reason. A hundred kilometers from here lies the ocean, a gateway to the wider world. This wasteland may seem barren and unyielding, but it is here that we will build our future."

Jon paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those gathered before him. "This place is untouched by the dead. It is our sanctuary. I will make it fertile, and I will even change the weather. But you must not fear the method by which I achieve this. To change the weather itself, I will call upon my son."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Jon had no living child, so his words puzzled and unnerved them. They soon had their answer. Jon sprinted a hundred meters away from the assembly, where he performed a summoning jutsu. Lines of ancient runes etched themselves into the ice, glowing with an otherworldly light before erupting in a cloud of smoke. When it cleared, a massive, three-headed dragon towered over the landscape.

It was Ghidorah, Jon's companion from the Training Dimension. At seventy meters tall, the dragon's imposing form terrified even the giants. The crowd froze in awe as Ghidorah's three heads roared in unison, shaking the air with their deafening cry.

"This is my son," Jon announced, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Do not fear him. Together, we will change this land."

Jon turned to Ghidorah, meeting the beast's golden eyes. "You know what to do. Let us begin." The dragon nodded, its movements slow and deliberate. Jon summoned an army of shadow clones, each tasked with setting up the intricate runes and symbols required for the ancient ritual. For hours, the clones worked tirelessly, covering an area 100 kilometers from him as a center in every direction(in which the total land would be 200 X 200 km of land in all directions ).

At last, the preparation was complete, and Jon stepped into the ritual's center. Channeling his magic reserves and tapping into Ghidorah's seemingly infinite power, he began the ritual. The frozen ground trembled as the ancient spell took shape, its energy rising like a tidal wave. Jon poured everything into the incantation, his strength waning as the hours passed. Ghidorah, a pillar of untapped power, shared its energy freely, sustaining the spell.

Two hours later, the ritual reached its crescendo. The once-dark sky began to clear as the winds stilled and the biting cold receded. Golden sunlight broke through the clouds, casting warmth over the frozen tundra for the first time in centuries. Gasps and cries of disbelief echoed among the gathered crowd. Many wildlings, who had never seen the sun in their lives, fell to their knees in tears.

"He is not human," someone whispered. "He is a god."

Respect for Jon Snow soared to divine heights. To the wildlings and giants, his feat was nothing short of a miracle. Jon, however, remained grounded, knowing his work was far from over.

Weary but determined, Jon addressed his people. "The weather has changed, but our journey does not end here. We must now make this land fertile, capable of sustaining us for generations to come."

He sent his clones to the edges of the new boundary, 100 kilometers away, to prepare the next stage of the transformation. They stood ready at the very line where the good weather met the frozen wasteland, awaiting Jon's final command. Summoning the chakra reserves he had stored for five years, Jon performed his ultimate technique: "Wood Style: Worldwide Grass."

Chakra burst forth from Jon and his clones, coursing through the ground like veins of life. The barren earth softened, enriched by the jutsus power. Green grass sprang up across the desolate landscape, spreading with astonishing speed. Within 42 minutes, the entire 200-kilometer radius was transformed into a lush, fertile paradise.

Jon collapsed to his knees, his reserves completely drained. Ghidorah, ever vigilant, crouched beside him, radiating comfort. The dragon's energy had sustained the spell, but now even it seemed ready for rest.

"You've done well, my son," Jon murmured. "Rest now." Ghidorah settled into the soft earth, its three heads resting atop its folded wings.

Jon rose unsteadily and faced his people once more. Their expressions, a mixture of awe and reverence, told him all he needed to know. They no longer saw him as merely a leader. To them, Jon Snow was a god, a figure of absolute faith and loyalty.

With a faint smile, Jon spoke. "The wasteland is no more. This land will sustain us, and together we will build a kingdom unlike any other. The North will thrive."

The wildlings and giants erupted in cheers, their cries echoing across the newly fertile plains. Their loyalty to Jon was absolute, their belief in him unshakable. As he stood at the heart of this transformed land, Jon Snow knew this was just the beginning of his reign. The Frozen Rebirth of the North had begun.

Jon Snow stood before 100,000 people and giants, proclaiming, "This land, now fertile and thriving, will endure for centuries. I name it Winter's Haven, our new kingdom. From this day forward, you are no longer Free Folk—you are citizens of Winter's Haven, united under one banner, our future bound together."