GameOfThrones: I've Isekai'd With A System?… I'm Guts From Berserk?…
Volume One…. Guts, Messenger Of The Old-Gods….
Chapter One… MOTOG-System (1)…
Location: Deep-Within The Void of Nothingness….
The Void of Nothingness, the location of the main-character of our fan-fiction…. A abyssly-infinite expansive-place, where he currently finds himself floating as a soul or spiritual-being….
Floating as a spiritual-entity, inside the study or personal-office of an omniscient or all-seeing and all-knowing god-like being….
Awaiting his destined fate, delivered unto him by a fancy-suit wearing, handsome winged-humanoid being….
Whom, is currently flipping through pages of papers resting atop his desk filled with texts, texts pertaining to the entire-life of the floating-soul or spirit of our main-character, sitting before the omniscient-being awaiting his transportation to his next life….
"Hmm, yes…. Your template shall be crafted or created as a replica of Guts from the Berserk-Universe, also you will be given a system and magical-abilities to wield, as you are transmigrated to the North of Westeros…" Said the winged-humanoid owl-faced being, only stopping to look up from his pile of papers for a mere moment before continuing….
"The year shall be two-hundred and ninety-seven years after Aegon's-Conquest, or the year 297 A.C to put it or to say in other words, would make for a perfect-year for your arrival, I'd say so myself…" The being said, whilst tapping the gold ball-point pen against the side of his head, obviously impressed with his creativity as he smirked….
The owl-man cracked a wide smile on his face, cocking his head diagonally before continuing….
"We will transport or insert you near the dying dire-wolf mother, who appears only briefly as an already-dead corpse during the very first-episode of the HBO Tele-Vision Series known as Game Of Thrones…." Said the being, speaking of where he would be sending the fortunate or unfortunate soul or spiritual-entity it is too early to tell yet, after selecting a system for our main-character….
"Let's see now, What system to come up with what we have here so far…. Also which powers or blessings, whatever you want to call the gifts I will select to give you… Oh, yes indeed, that could work…. How about a sort of nerfed-version of the all-elemental bending-powers of the Avatar, from Avatar-The-Last-AirBender…. That works, now lets make the system mostly be only a status-panel, we can consider it a proficiency-system of sorts…." The being said, whilst placing his pen on his desk, after signing some sort of forms or contracts….
"Alrighty then, we have Guts from the Berserk-Universe, transmigrated to the Kingdom of the North within lands of the continent known as Westeros… Near the dying and near-to death Dire-Wolf mother in Episode One of the HBO-Show, Game-Of-Thrones…. With what we shall just moniker as a 'Messenger-Of-The-Old-Gods-System', or the M.O.T.O.G-System for shits and giggles…. Good luck and goodbye…." Said Owl-Face, before snapping his fingers, causing the papers he just signed to spontaneously-combust whilst also teleporting our main-character's spiritual-entity, into his newly-formed and divinely-created vessel a vast-distance away inside a completely separate and different parellel-fictional universe….
A more than sturdy and completely-healthy body, standing at six-feet and eight-inches in height, whilst weighing a healthy and robust two-hundred and fifty-three pounds of bone and flesh created for the sole-purpose of destruction and conducting warfare….
Our Main-Character will also have bits and pieces of Guts' personality and way of thinking so to say…. Guts is known for his high-level intelligence, peak-human strength and durability, swordsmanship expertise and his proficiency in combat….
Guts once lived a more that harsh or tough-life, in the Berserk-Universe growing up in the principality of Midland, As an orphan adopted by a mercenary-group leader named Gambino….
The Main-Character will have to handle Guts' dark personality and thoughts, whilst spreading the glory of the Old-Gods, all across Westeros and the rest of the fictional-planet the author monikered 'Planetos'….
Location: Continent of Westeros, Kingdom of the North, Near Winter-Fell….
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"Fucking Cunt-Punch!" The large and burly, shorter-dark haired and brown-eyed man shouted, whilst gripping and grasping his skull in his hands….
"Fuck, that hurt like a bitch…. I believe that was like how being raped would feel like, that sucked donkey-balls…." Said our Main-Character, after he opened his eyes once the upload of his memories completed, loading a shit-ton of memories and horrific experiences all at once cramming them inside his mind and spirit…
"Grr!" A more than menacing growl, rang out from a dying heavily-pregnant Dire-Wolf mother impaled by the broken antlers of a large Stag….
only some ten meters or so ahead of the worm-hole that just appeared and spat-out our main-character, inhabiting the natural-born Lord of War-like body of Guts from the Anime Berserk….
"Easy girl, I've been sent by the Old-Gods to spare you from never watching your pups grow…." Replied the young War-Lord to the dying mother….
Whilst he mentally and telepathically calmed the massive-wolf, using the Taming-Skill he learned how to use and control from the memory-upload, he received when his spiritual-entity was first transported into his new vessel….
"My name is Wulf, I will use my fire-magic to melt the snows, to collect the waters needed to use my water-magic to heal you…." The steady and gentle, but firm voice of the young Messenger of the Old-Gods told the wolf-mother….
As Wulf proceeded to conjure fire from nothingness, as he made short, smooth, hard-stepped movements with his feet, whilst making concise and swift strikes or jab-like punches that conjured and propelled flames around the winter airs….
Melting the surrounding snow and ice, collecting water on the nearby soils of the planet's surface, before coagulating and congealing into a glowing, shimmering, and majestic hydro-sphere or a sphere of water that looked just magical in appearance….
"Here, I will have you healed-up in no time at all, then we can get you birthing your descendants into this world…." Wulf told the wolf, who was currently trying her best to stay still and only breathe, in hopes of saving her strength to safely give birth to her litter….
As he slowly and gracefully performed martial-arts dance-like movements, similar to or looking-like Tai-Chi movements, a well-known Asian martial-arts emphasizing on balance and using your enemy or enemies' attacks against them, more than focusing on making your own attacks on your enemy or enemies….
As tendrils of the healing-waters, extended and stretch-out of the floating-glowing sphere of water, Wulf formed and is using it to save the wolf as we speak….
Whilst each little tentacle strokes or surrounds each wound, the vitality or healing-properties of the water healed and supplied fresh blood, to the wolf-mother who had lost too much blood to have a hope in surviving the birth of her pups….
"Grr…." A much more soft and peaceful growl spoke-out from the wolf this time, as she relaxed and eased-up whilst the pains and torments afflicted on her, from her would-be fatal-wounds causing her much pain disappearing and being absorbed by the healing-waters healing her….
"See girl, Wulf lies for no man or entity, If I say I am here to save you, it is the truth and nothing but the truth…." Wulf told the currently-reviving and rejuvenating wolf, whilst he mentally thought of the word, 'Status'….
Bringing up a holographic-display panel, a panel for only his eyes to see….
M.O.T.O.G-SYSTEM
STATUS-PANEL
Name: Wulf, Son of Odin(All-Father)
Race: Primordial-Human
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 253Lbs
Strength: 22.4
Dexterity: 20.1
Vitality: 24.2
Spirituality: 20.0
Health-Points: 242(242HP)
Magic-Points: 200(200MP)
Combat-Skill-Panel
Archery: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Axe-Play: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Boxing: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Hammer-Play: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Polearm-Play: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Riding: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Shield-Play: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Sword-Play: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Throwing: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Magic and Special-Skills-Panel
Earth-Control: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Fire-Control: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Water-Control: Level-Two (100/2000xp)
Wind-Control: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Beast-Taming: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Warging: Level-Two (1/2000xp)
Crafting and Gathering-Skills-Panel
Animal-Husbandry: Level-One (1/1000xp)
BlackSmith: Level-One (1/1000xp)
Carpentry: Level-One (1/1000xp)
Construction: Level-One (1/1000xp)
Farming: Level-One (1/1000xp)
Gathering: Level-One (1/1000xp)
Mining: Level-One (1/1000xp)
Tailoring: Level-One (1/1000xp)