Chapter 231: Daenerys Meets the Wives
August 11
Jacob, Daenerys, Scott, and Missandei stepped through the portal and arrived in Serendell, directly in front of the palace.
Daenerys and Missandei froze, their eyes wide as they took in the sight before them. The palace was immense—the size of a small city, its towers reaching toward the sky. The gardens were breathtaking, filled with flowers that seemed to glow with their own inner light, their colors more vibrant than anything in their world. And in the distance, two massive lakes stretched out like seas, their waters so clear they reflected the sky like mirrors.
Both women took deep breaths, feeling as if they were breathing for the first time. The air was clean, fresh, and filled with the scent of flowers and earth.
Jacob smiled at their reaction. When Daenerys looked at him, he said simply, "Welcome home."
Daenerys's voice was filled with awe. "It's beautiful here. It's like a place from a fairy tale."
Just then, Saphira descended from the sky, landing gracefully beside them despite her massive size.
Missandei panicked and hid behind Scott, who was clearly not feeling too comfortable around Saphira himself.
Daenerys, however, was not scared. Her eyes widened in wonder. "What a beautiful dragon!"
Saphira's warm, British-accented voice sounded in Daenerys's mind. [You must be Daenerys. It's nice to finally meet you. And you are beautiful too.]
Daenerys startled. "Ahh! You can talk!"
Saphira's voice was amused. [Yes, I can communicate with Jay and his wives telepathically.]
Daenerys asked, "Can I touch you?"
Saphira's voice was warm. [Of course.]
Saphira lowered her massive head, and Daenerys reached out without hesitation, pressing her palm flat against the dragon's snout. The scales were smooth and cool beneath her touch—like polished gemstones.
Daenerys looked into Saphira's blue eyes. "Are you Kisarax?"
Saphira's voice was amused. [No. I'm not that dumb old girl, Kisarax. My name is Saphira.]
Jacob spoke up. "Kisarax is a wyvern—like Drogon and his siblings. She's actually from your world."
Daenerys looked at Jacob with a raised brow. "Really?"
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. I'll tell you about her later. Now, let's go see Allison and the others. They're waiting for us."
Jacob scratched Saphira's chin. "I'll come see you later."
Saphira's voice was warm. [Okay.] She turned to Daenerys. [Welcome to the family, Daenerys.]
Daenerys smiled. "Thank you."
Saphira lifted off and flew away, her massive form disappearing into the clouds.
Jacob looked at Scott. "Take Missandei on a tour, and then take her to choose her room. Tomorrow, I'll let you take her to Beacon Hills."
Scott nodded. "Come on, Missandei. I'll show you around, then we'll meet the others and watch a movie."
Missandei's brow furrowed. "What's a movie?"
Scott smiled. "I'll show you. You're going to love it."
Missandei looked at Daenerys, who smiled reassuringly. "Go. Have fun."
Missandei smiled and left with Scott.
Jacob took Daenerys's hand. "Are you ready?"
Daenerys took a deep breath. "Yes. But I'm suddenly nervous."
Jacob squeezed her hand. "Don't be. They're very nice."
Daenerys exhaled slowly. "Okay. Let's go."
Jacob teleported them to the living room of the royal residence.
Allison, Lydia, Malia, Sansa, and Melissa were gathered on a large couch, dressed in casual comfy clothes—sweatpants and sweatshirts. Kitty was perched on Malia's shoulder, and Jeff the land shark was curled in Sansa's lap.
All eyes turned to Daenerys as she appeared, studying her from head to toe. Daenerys felt her nervousness spike under their scrutiny.
Jacob stepped forward, pulling Daenerys gently with him. "Everyone, this is Daenerys." He pointed to Malia. "Dany, that's Malia. You two already met."
Malia smiled. "Hey."
Daenerys smiled back. "Hey."
Jacob gestured to the cat on Malia's shoulder. "The cat on Malia's shoulder is Kitty."
Kitty's voice was cheerful. "Hey. Nice to meet you."
Daenerys's eyes went wide, then she smiled. "Nice to meet you too. I promised myself I wouldn't be surprised anymore, but I never imagined a cat could talk."
Kitty's voice was amused. "Is something wrong with me talking?"
Daenerys quickly said, "No, no. I'm just surprised, that's all."
Jacob pointed to Lydia, who was glaring at him. "The one next to Malia is Lydia, but she seems angry for some reason."
Lydia snorted, then turned to Daenerys with a warm smile. "Nice to meet you. Although someone forgot to tell us in advance so we could wear proper clothes to welcome you."
Daenerys smiled. "Nice to meet you. And all of you are beautiful—it doesn't matter what you wear. To be honest, I want to wear what you're wearing. It looks very comfortable."
Jacob continued. "The one next to Lydia is Sansa, and then Allison and Melissa."
Daenerys said to the three of them, "Nice to meet you."
Sansa nodded with a small smile. Allison said, "Nice to meet you." Melissa added warmly, "Welcome to the family, Daenerys. Come sit with us."
Daenerys smiled. "Thank you."
She sat down next to Malia, then looked at Jeff, who was looking at Jacob with what appeared to be a smile on its face. "Can someone tell me what that adorable creature in Sansa's arms is?"
Jacob settled into his recliner. "That's Jeff. Our pet. He is a land shark."
Jeff jumped from Sansa's lap and ran to Jacob.
Jacob looked at him. "You want snacks?"
Jeff nodded happily, its tongue lolling out.
Jacob smiled. "Go say hi to Dany, and I'll give you some snacks."
Jeff bounded over to Daenerys, jumped into her lap, and gave her a few enthusiastic licks on the face, making her laugh. Then he ran back to Jacob and jumped into his lap, looking at him expectantly.
Jacob began taking food and snacks from his pocket dimension, feeding the eager land shark.
Cogman entered the living room and gave Daenerys a small bow. "Welcome home, my lady."
Daenerys smiled. "Thank you, Cogman."
Cogman looked at Allison. "Shall I prepare a feast, my lady?"
Allison shook her head. "Not tonight. We'll hold a feast to welcome Daenerys tomorrow and introduce her to everyone. Right now, we want to talk to her and get to know her. So bring us food and drinks here, and take Jay with you."
Jacob said, "Hey, I want to stay!"
Lydia said, "We don't need you here."
Jacob sighed. "Fine, fine. But who's coming with me?"
Allison shook her head. "Not me. I want to get to know Daenerys."
Melissa agreed. "Me too."
Sansa said, "I can't be with you tonight."
Malia said, "I'm staying as well."
Jacob looked at Lydia. She shrugged. "I'm staying as well. And if you're bored, go play video games or something."
Cogman spoke up. "Our company is now in the business of video games. I've made some new consoles, new gaming PCs, and some new games that are way ahead of their time for our world. I plan to launch them into the market. How about you test them? I'll join you once I'm done serving my ladies."
Jacob's eyes lit up. "That sounds fun." He stood up and gave Jeff to Melissa. "Cogman, let's go."
Kitty jumped from Malia's shoulder. "Jay, wait! I'm coming with you!"
Malia said, "I'll join you guys later."
Jacob shook his head. "No, no. Cogman probably didn't make enough consoles and PCs for you to smash, especially since the games he made are probably not easy and will make you very angry. So please just stay with the girls."
Malia said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to smash anything. And if I do, we've got the Repair Spell. It's not a big deal."
Jacob's eyes narrowed. "The Repair Spell doesn't work when parts of the thing you want to repair are completely obliterated with lightning."
Malia smiled sheepishly. "You're still angry about that? Sorry. I wouldn't do it again, I promise. Besides, weren't you laughing?"
Jacob sighed. "I was laughing because you beat up Stiles, not because you broke everything."
Malia's voice was earnest. "Don't worry. I never did it again since that day."
Allison snorted. "Didn't you just smash the console, the TV, and the controller after you lost when we were playing a few hours ago?"
Malia said, "Shut up, you snitch! Besides, you fixed them with the Repair Spell anyway." Her eyes glowed red and she growled. "And I didn't lose! The controller has a mind of its own—and it clearly hates me. It never does what I want it to!" Her eyes turned back to normal, and she looked at Jacob with an innocent smile. "I won't crash out again. I promise."
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Growling like a beast is not how you convince someone that you won't go into rage mode again."
Malia's voice was innocent. "Was I growling?"
Everyone said in unison, "Yes, you were."
Malia coughed awkwardly. "Anyway, I'll join you later, and I promise I won't smash anything. If I break my promise, may Stiles be struck by lightning."
Jacob shook his head. "I would believe you if I didn't know you too well. And poor Stiles will be struck by lightning, alright—and it would be your doing."
He left with Cogman and Kitty.
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Malia looked at Daenerys, who was watching her with an amused expression. "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you judging me?"
Daenerys shook her head with a smile. "No, no. It's just that you are very different from the ruthless woman I saw in Daznak's Pit earlier."
Malia's voice was curious. "Ruthless woman? Were you scared of me?"
Daenerys's smile was genuine. "Scared of you? Not at all. In fact, I wished I had powers like yours and could kill those bastards in ways even more ruthless than you."
Malia tilted her head. "Did you ever kill someone before?"
Daenerys's expression grew somber. "I killed a lot of people, although not with my own hands. They died by my orders. The only person I killed with my own hands was Khal Drogo. He was my husband."
Everyone gave her a look of surprise and curiosity.
Daenerys took a deep breath and began to explain. "I was forced to marry him. He raped me on our wedding night. I was crying, I was scared, and he kept forcing himself on me for the next few weeks. Eventually, I accepted my life and embraced my role as Khaleesi." She paused, her voice softening. "I know you won't believe me, but I fell in love with Drogo. And so did he. He started respecting me and treating me well. I got pregnant, and we were both happy."
She continued, her voice growing darker. "But an accident happened. I believed a witch could help heal Drogo after he was wounded. Instead, the witch betrayed me and used black magic to kill my unborn child and put a curse on me to heal Drogo. But he wasn't healed—he was alive but couldn't wake up. So I had to end his misery. I put a pillow on his face and suffocated him to death. Then I burned the witch alive with his body."
Lydia's voice was gentle. "I'm sorry that happened to you."
Melissa's brow furrowed. "The curse—did you tell Jay about it?"
Daenerys shook her head. "I didn't tell him, but he knew. He already got rid of it."
Melissa nodded. "I see."
Daenerys's voice was thoughtful. "I never asked him how he knew. Do you think he knows what happened to me, or did he just sense the curse?"
Allison said, "He probably knows what happened to you. Not just about your first husband, but probably about your entire life."
Daenerys's eyes widened. "How?"
Allison shrugged. "He said that when he travels to a new world, he knows its past. He said he doesn't know everything, but he knows enough."
Malia leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with interest. "Well, you can ask him later. Now, do you think you can show us your memories?"
Lydia raised an eyebrow. "This is unlike you. First you stayed here for girls' talk, and now you want to know about Daenerys's past. Why are you so interested in her and her memories?"
Malia's voice was honest. "Jay said she went through a lot and fought wars. I'm very interested in her story."
Allison looked at Daenerys, her voice gentle. "You don't have to share your memories with us if you're not ready."
Daenerys's smile was sad but genuine. "You're my family now. And I want you to understand who I am—where I come from. The good and the bad."
Malia asked, "Do you know how to share memories?"
Daenerys nodded. "Yes. That perverted husband of ours taught me."
Sansa's lips twitched. "He showed you himself naked in front of a mirror, didn't he?"
Daenerys smiled. "Yes. He did." Her smile faded. "Alright. Are you ready?"
They nodded.
Daenerys closed her eyes and shared her memories with them.
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They saw a young Daenerys, beside her abusive brother Viserys, fleeing and hiding across Essos as she spent her youth running from assassins at every turn. Viserys's hands were always on her—grabbing her arm, yanking her hair, slapping her when she displeased him. His voice was always angry, always demanding.
"You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?" he used to say.
The girls watched with growing fury as Viserys abused Daenerys and eventually sold her like property to Khal Drogo.
Then came the wedding night.
The memory was hazy, blurred by Daenerys's own dissociation. They saw Drogo's massive form looming over her, saw her tears as he took her without care, without gentleness. They saw the weeks that followed—nights of pain and fear, mornings of shame and bruises.
But then something shifted in the memories. The fear began to fade. Daenerys learned to speak the Dothraki tongue. She learned to ride. She learned to assert herself. And slowly, painfully, she carved out a place for herself in Drogo's heart.
They saw the moment she smiled at him without fear. The moment he smiled back. They saw her rise from a frightened girl to a Khaleesi—a queen of a people who had never respected women.
Then came the funeral pyre.
They watched Daenerys walk into the flames, unburnt, carrying three stone eggs. They watched the eggs crack and hatch. They felt Daenerys's joy, her triumph, her absolute certainty that she was meant for something greater.
The memories continued—Astapor, Yunkai, Meereen. They watched Daenerys break the chains of thousands, free the slaves, and try to build something new. They felt her frustration, her exhaustion, her desperate desire to do good in a world that rewarded cruelty.
Then came the Sons of the Harpy.
The memories grew darker. Freedmen being murdered in the streets. Unsullied found dead in alleyways. Children killed for the crime of being freed. The nobility of Meereen, plotting in the shadows, funding the terrorists who were trying to destroy everything Daenerys had built.
The memories ended in Daznak's Pit with Jacob killing the Chimera.
Daenerys opened her eyes and sighed.
The room was silent for a long moment.
Malia spoke first, her voice filled with admiration. "Dany, you are the strongest woman I have ever met. You survived things that would have broken anyone else."
Allison nodded. "You didn't just survive—you thrived. You freed thousands of people. You hatched dragons. You built a kingdom."
Lydia's voice was cold with anger. "I hate Viserys. He was a monster. And I'm glad he's dead. He didn't deserve to be called your brother."
Melissa's voice was firm. "Drogo was worse."
Sansa's voice was quiet but sincere. "To be honest, when I heard that Jay wanted to marry you, I didn't like it at all. I hate the Targaryens. They killed my grandfather, my uncle, and my aunt."
Daenerys's face fell. "I'm sorry about—"
Sansa cut her off. "Don't be. Their deaths have nothing to do with you. I was just being stupid." She smiled, her voice warm. "Welcome to the family. And I'm proud to call a strong woman like you a sister."
Daenerys said, "Thank you." She looked at the five women. "To be honest, I didn't think you were all going to welcome me like this. I thought you were going to hate me."
Allison smiled. "None of us is going to hate you. Jay is a dragon, and dragons have a habit of collecting wives. It's in his nature. We've all accepted that. And you should too."
Daenerys raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously telling me you have no objections?"
Lydia's voice was honest. "Of course, part of me wishes he were mine alone—but that's just wishful thinking. And honestly? I don't really care how many wives he has. He treats us all equally. He spoils us, treats us like queens, and gives us whatever we want. He made us strong, gave us supernatural powers, and can take us to travel to other worlds. I love him. I love my life. And I love my family. What more could I possibly want?"
Daenerys looked at the others. "You all feel the same?"
They all nodded.
Daenerys's smile returned. "I see. I also don't care how many wives he has or will have, as long as he doesn't change the way he treats me." Her lips curved into a small, mischievous smile. "Now, tell me—how good is he in bed?"
Lydia smirked. "Very good. Like making you go crazy and faint from pleasure good."
Daenerys's smile widened. "Is that so? Then I'm looking forward to sharing a bed with him even more."
Cogman entered with trays of food and drinks, and they continued talking the whole night—sharing their stories and how they had met Jacob.
Chapter 232: A Date With Daenerys
August 13
Sunlight crept through the curtains as Jacob woke the next morning in Malia's room. She was pressed against him, her breathing deep and peaceful, curled in his arms like a contented cat with her head resting on his chest.
He kissed her forehead softly, careful not to wake her, and focused his mind on the system.
'System, daily sign-in.'
[Daily Sign-In Successful. Rewards Obtained:
1️⃣ 2,500 Coins
2️⃣ Apple Pie x100
3️⃣ Nikon D800 (2012) ]
Jacob read the rewards with mild interest. 'The pies are nice. As for the camera, I'm not really into photography.'
He said to the system, 'Alright, system. Do the quest sign-in.'
[Quest: Saving Myrcella Lannister — Successful. Rewards Obtained:
1️⃣ Princess Merida's Enchanted Blueberry Cake — Enhanced Version (Brave) x100: A small, perfectly baked cake topped with wild blueberries, infused with a spell similar to the one that made Queen Elinor change into a bear. Unlike the original spell, this enhanced version permanently transforms the eater into a shapeshifter, similar to an Alpha werewolf's bite but with no risk of dying. The eater gains standard shapeshifter abilities and the ability to shift between human and beast form at will. The beast form they take reflects their true inner self—their deepest nature and hidden desires.
2️⃣ Rapunzel's Frying Pan (Tangled): An indestructible cast-iron frying pan. A light tap can knock out a normal grown human, while a powerful swing can injure, knock out, or even kill powerful supernatural creatures—its power depends entirely on how hard you swing it. It can block physical attacks but offers no protection against elemental attacks (fire, ice, lightning, etc.).
3️⃣ Barbie's Car: An indestructible pink Chevrolet C1 Corvette convertible 1957.]
Jacob read the first reward thoughtfully. 'The Enchanted Cakes are useless to me and my wives. Maybe I should use them as rewards for loyal people or something like that.'
He read the second reward and smiled. 'That's a great and funny weapon. Imagine fighting someone like Thor and beating him and his hammer with a frying pan. That would be hilarious and make Thor question the strength of his hammer—and his entire life.'
He read the last reward and chuckled. 'I guess Lydia and the girls will love that car.'
Jacob hugged Malia closer and closed his eyes. He began imagining using the frying pan to beat up various people—Thor, Thanos, Loki—and smiled at the absurdity of it all. Soon, he drifted back to sleep.
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Two hours later, Jacob woke again. He spanked Malia gently. "Get up."
Malia mumbled, still half-asleep. "Let me sleep some more."
Jacob said, "Then let me go. I'm taking Dany on a date today."
Malia mumbled something unintelligible and burrowed deeper into his chest. Jacob kissed her forehead, then gently rolled her off him and got out of bed. He covered her with the blanket and teleported to his room.
He took a long, refreshing shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of sleep. When he emerged, he dressed carefully—a dark grey long-sleeve denim overshirt worn unbuttoned over a crewneck white t-shirt, washed-black slim-cut jeans, and white sneakers.
He teleported to the dining room and found Sansa, Lydia, Daenerys, Scott, and Missandei already there.
"Good morning," Jacob said, kissing his wives before sitting down. "Where are Allison and Mel?"
Lydia took a sip of her juice. "Allison went to see Kate, and Mel went to work."
Jacob raised a brow. "Is Kate back in Beacon Hills?"
Lydia shook her head. "No. She's in France. Allison teleported there."
Jacob nodded. "I see."
Scott spoke up. "Jacob, Missandei and I already ate. Can you send us to Beacon Hills? She can't go there yet without your permission."
Jacob nodded. "Sure." He looked at Missandei. "Missandei, come here. I'll give you the mark to enter and leave Serendell and give you permission to use the World Travel Room after Dany."
He turned to Daenerys, who was sitting next to him, and took her hand. He focused, and a warm glow spread from his palm to hers. "There. Now you can freely enter and leave Serendell and use the World Travel Room."
Missandei stood up and walked to him, waiting until he was done with Daenerys before offering her hand. Jacob took it and gave her the mark as well.
After he was done, he looked at Scott. "Scott, let me add permission to use the World Travel Room to your mark. I haven't done that yet."
Scott extended his hand, and Jacob added the permission. "Do you know what the World Travel Room is?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah. Mom told me."
Jacob smiled. "Alright. You two can leave now."
Missandei looked at Daenerys hesitantly. "Can I go, Your Grace?"
Daenerys smiled warmly. "Go. And don't call me 'Your Grace' anymore. You can call me Daenerys."
Missandei's eyes widened. "I couldn't possibly, Your Grace—"
Daenerys cut her off, her tone firm but gentle. "Yes, you can. If you call me 'Your Grace' again, I'll get angry with you."
Missandei's eyes welled up with tears. "T-thank you, D... Daenerys."
Daenerys smiled. "Alright. Go have fun."
Scott and Missandei left.
Lydia turned to Jacob. "Jay, what are you going to do today?"
Jacob said, "I'm going to take Dany on a date for the whole day in our world. What about you?"
Lydia stretched. "Sansa and I are going shopping, then we'll see a movie."
Jacob said, "Have fun, then. Oh, and by the way—I've got a car you girls are going to love."
Lydia leaned forward. "What kind of car?"
Jacob smirked. "It's better to see it."
Lydia stood up immediately. "Alright, girls. Let's go change."
Jacob called after them. "Please be quick—or at least help Dany wear her clothes first so I can take her to meet Kisarax while I wait for you two to change."
Lydia nodded. "Okay." She took Sansa and Daenerys's hands and teleported them to her room.
Jacob stayed in the dining room, eating and talking with Cogman.
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An hour later, Daenerys appeared in the dining room. She was wearing a white crewneck tee, vertical pink striped linen pants, and ivory Mary Jane flats.
She asked, "How do I look?"
Jacob's eyes swept over her appreciatively. "You look gorgeous. But why did it take you so long to change?"
Daenerys shrugged. "I thought I was fast."
Jacob shook his head. "No, you weren't. I'll never understand why you girls take so long to get ready. It takes me, like, five minutes—tops."
Daenerys gave a sheepish smile. "I couldn't make up my mind—Lydia and Sansa have so many stunning clothes, and I had to try on more than a few. Then Lydia started showing me her makeup collection. I was almost tempted to stay there with them for a few more hours, but I didn't want to keep you waiting for too long."
Jacob sighed, but he was smiling. "Alright. Let's go see Kisarax."
He stood up and hugged Daenerys. "See you later, Cogman." Then he teleported them to the mountain where Kisarax had made her nest.
Daenerys's eyes went wide the moment she saw Kisarax. The massive wyvern was coiled on the mountain peak, her dark scales gleaming like obsidian in the sunlight. Her green eyes were half-closed, but they opened fully as Jacob and Daenerys appeared.
"Oh my god!" Daenerys breathed. "Why is she so big? I didn't know dragons could grow this big!"
Jacob said, "She's 320 years old and has lived freely, feeding well. That's why she's this big. And she'll probably keep growing."
Kisarax let out a soft, happy roar when she saw Jacob. Then her green eyes focused on Daenerys for a long moment, sensing something more than just the connection she felt with Jacob's other wives.
Jacob threw a whole Sker buffalo carcass from his pocket dimension to Kisarax. The wyvern's attention shifted immediately, and she devoured half the giant buffalo in one massive bite.
Jacob turned to Daenerys. "Do you know the three wild dragons from the Dance of the Dragons era?"
Daenerys's brow furrowed. "I do." She studied Kisarax—her dark scales, her green eyes—and her own eyes widened. "She's the Cannibal."
Jacob nodded. "Yes."
Daenerys's voice was filled with wonder. "Where was she hiding all this time?"
Jacob smiled. "In the North, beyond the Wall. Far away from humans and the Night King."
Daenerys admired the giant wyvern. "If my three children were even a third of her size, I could have conquered Westeros a long time ago—before you showed up."
Jacob smirked. "You can take Kisarax and conquer Westeros tomorrow if you want."
Daenerys shook her head firmly. "No. We should do what you said. Build a kingdom in the North first, then conquer the rest of Westeros little by little."
Kisarax finished eating and settled back.
Jacob said, "You can touch her if you want."
They stepped toward Kisarax together. The wyvern lowered her head to them, and both of them reached out, their hands resting on her warm, smooth scales.
Daenerys's voice was soft. "She's magnificent."
After a few moments, Jacob took Daenerys to see the other wyverns—now the size of horses. Then he took her to the underwater palace to see Iara, the massive wyrm.
Jacob received a telepathic message from Lydia just as they were leaving the underwater palace. [Jay, we're ready. Waiting for you at the mansion in Beacon Hills.]
Jacob replied, [On our way.]
He teleported with Daenerys to the mansion in Beacon Hills, where Lydia and Sansa were waiting, dressed beautifully and ready for their day out.
Jacob pulled the pink car from his pocket dimension and set it down in the driveway.
Lydia's face lit up. "Ahh! I love it!" She ran around the car, touching it, examining every curve. She looked at Jacob excitedly. "This is Barbie's car, isn't it?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes."
Sansa touched the car. "I need a driving license."
Daenerys looked at the car in wonder. "So this is a car? It's beautiful."
Lydia extended her hand to Jacob. "The keys."
Jacob handed her the keys. She gave him a deep, passionate kiss, then got in the car. "Sansa, let's go!"
Sansa kissed Jacob and got in the passenger seat. Lydia started the engine and drove away, the pink car disappearing down the street.
Jacob pulled out his 1970 Dodge Charger R/T from his pocket dimension and opened the door for Daenerys. "Let's go."
Daenerys got in, her eyes wide with excitement. Jacob slid into the driver's seat, and the engine rumbled to life beneath them.
They drove toward town, the world rushing past. Daenerys's eyes went wide at everything—people walking their dogs, cars zooming past, buildings towering into the sky, the strange and wonderful clothes people wore. She pressed her face to the window like a child seeing the world for the first time.
Jacob took her shopping for the entire morning. They visited stores filled with clothes, shoes, and accessories. Daenerys tried on everything, her laughter filling the air as she spun in front of mirrors.
Then they went to a restaurant for lunch. Daenerys ordered a steak, and her eyes widened as she took her first bite. "This is delicious," she said, cutting into it for another.
After lunch, they drove to an amusement park. They rode the Ferris wheel, ate churros, and played carnival games. Jacob won her a giant stuffed dragon, and she hugged it to her chest, her smile radiant.
"Your world is so much fun," Daenerys said, her voice filled with genuine joy.
Jacob smiled. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. And the day's not over yet."
He teleported them to Paris. They walked through the streets, his arm around her shoulder, hers hugging his waist, both eating ice cream—which she declared was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.
Then they teleported to London, where they had dinner in a fancy dinner-and-dancing restaurant. They ate, they laughed, and they danced slowly, lost in each other's eyes.
After dinner, Jacob teleported them back to Beacon Hills and took her to a movie theater. They watched How to Train Your Dragon, Daenerys leaning on his shoulder, eating popcorn, his arm around her.
After the movie, they walked through the streets of Beacon Hills, the night air cool and crisp.
Daenerys's voice was soft, filled with emotion. "Today was the most fun day of my entire life. Thank you."
Jacob caught her hand and kissed it. "It was nothing. I should be the one thanking you—for accepting to be my woman."
Daenerys looked up at him, her eyes glistening. "You've given me so much. Freedom. Healing. Power. A family. A future. I was so focused on the Iron Throne that I forgot what it felt like to be happy." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I never knew I could feel like this."
Jacob smiled, his voice warm. "You deserve to be happy, Dany."
Daenerys's lips curved into a small smile, and she pulled him into a passionate kiss—not stopping until she was breathless.
They kept walking and talking for another hour, before Jacob teleported them back to Serendell.
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They appeared in Serendell and found that Lydia had thrown a party to welcome Daenerys in the garden in front of the palace. Everyone was there—Lydia, Sansa, Allison, Malia, Melissa, Kitty, Cogman, Saphira, Chris and Victoria, Stiles and Erica, Scott and Missandei, Arya and Shireen, Noah and Natalie. Lanterns hung from the trees, casting warm golden light over the festivities. Music filled the air, and laughter echoed through the garden.
Daenerys was greeted with hugs and smiles, and she felt truly welcomed.
The party lasted for hours. There was food and drink, dancing and singing, and the warmth of family.
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When the party finally wound down, Jacob walked with Daenerys to her room.
Daenerys's room was beautiful—soft white walls, large windows overlooking the gardens, a comfortable bed covered in silk sheets.
They lay down together, facing each other. Daenerys leaned in and kissed him deeply, her fingers threading through his hair. They made out for a long time, their bodies pressed together, their hands exploring.
But when things started to heat up, Daenerys pulled back, her voice breathless. "Not tonight."
Jacob smiled softly. "Whenever you're ready. I can wait."
Daenerys wrapped her arms around him like a koala, her head resting on his chest. She sighed contentedly, a smile on her face. "Thank you. For everything."
Jacob kissed the top of her head. "You're welcome."
He hugged her closer, and soon, they both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 233: Stripped of Dignity
August 16
The morning sun streamed through the windows of Daenerys's room, casting warm golden light across the bed. Jacob woke first, finding Daenerys still curled against him, her silver-gold hair spread across his chest. Her breathing was slow and peaceful, her face relaxed in sleep.
He kissed her forehead gently and carefully began to disentangle himself from her embrace, but her eyes fluttered open.
Jacob smiled. "Were you awake?"
Daenerys's voice was soft. "Yes."
He kissed her. "Alright. Let's go have breakfast."
They dressed quickly—Daenerys in a flowing white summer dress, Jacob in a simple black shirt and dark jeans—and teleported to the dining room.
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Allison, Lydia, Malia, Melissa, and Sansa were already there, having breakfast with Chris, Victoria, and Shireen. Cogman moved between them, refilling coffee cups and plates.
Jacob said, "Good morning," and sat down after kissing each of his wives.
Lydia smiled at Daenerys. "Good morning, Dany. Did you sleep well?"
Daenerys's smile was radiant. "Very well."
Allison asked, "So, what's the plan for today?"
Jacob looked at Chris. "Are we ready to march on Winterfell?"
Chris nodded. "Some of the Northern lords who agreed to join us still need a week to arrive at Last Hearth. After you meet them, we'll need another three weeks to travel with the army from Last Hearth to Winterfell—unless you want to teleport them there."
Jacob shook his head. "Nah. Let them walk. Let the people in the North see them. Let the Boltons get ready for war."
Chris took a sip of his coffee. "Allison told me that the Reach and Dorne are already ours."
Jacob nodded. "Yes. But we focus on the North now. Build our kingdom there before we integrate the Reach and Dorne into it."
Chris leaned back. "Have you decided where to build the capital of the kingdom?"
Jacob shrugged. "No. Let the girls decide that. I don't really care. To be honest, I've already got what I really want from that world."
Chris raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"
Jacob said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Sansa and Dany." He took a bite of his food and winked at Sansa and Daenerys.
Both women smiled back happily.
Chris shook his head. "Seriously? All you want from a whole new world are women?"
Jacob's voice was sincere. "As a dragon, women are the most important thing in my life."
Lydia's eyes narrowed. "So we're just a thing?"
Jacob quickly backtracked. "No, no! That's not what I meant. You girls are my most precious treasure." He glared at Chris. "You just got me in trouble. You'll pay for that."
Chris smirked. "I didn't get you in trouble. Your mouth did."
Jacob muttered under his breath, then spoke up. "Anyway, there's still Old Valyria. I'm very interested in that place. I'll go there someday. There's a lot of treasure there—and maybe even wyverns."
Malia's eyes lit up. "Why not go there today?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. That's where R'hllor is probably hiding. If I went there, I'd have to kill him. And I don't want to kill him yet. I want him to keep sending his minions after me—maybe summon something like the Chimera for me to have fun with from time to time."
He looked at Melissa. "By the way, Mel, I was going to sell the Chimera's corpse to the S.D.E.S., but you can have it if you want it for potions."
Melissa said, "My potion-making ability depends on plants, not corpses. But you can give me some of its venom."
Jacob nodded. "Okay. Let's go to your lab later, and you can take whatever you want from it. And I have some seeds for you too."
Melissa leaned forward. "What kind of seeds?"
Jacob smiled. "Mandrake seeds. They grow into a highly poisonous plant whose humanoid-shaped roots possess powerful magical properties. The roots are an ingredient for longevity potions." His expression grew serious. "Remember—the plant is incredibly dangerous to handle fresh. It can poison the ground around it and even be fatal to breathe in. Make sure to keep Shireen away from it."
Melissa's eyes brightened. "Great! I was already trying to make a longevity potion for Victoria, Natalie, Chris, Noah, and Shireen, since they're not supernatural creatures yet. I started planting amaranth and sage in Serendell, and although they gained some supernatural energy, they haven't become magical herbs yet."
Jacob reached into his pocket dimension and handed her a bag of seeds. "Here."
Melissa took it, her smile wide. "Thank you."
Jacob contacted the system. 'Hey, Nex. Can I give Melissa and Cogman the potions and serums you've given me as rewards to try and replicate them?'
The system's voice carried a hint of exasperation. [I told you not to call me Nex, Host. And to answer your question—no. They cannot replicate them.]
'Jacob frowned. Why not?'
[Because the potions and serums I give you are manifestations of my power. They are not composed of identifiable molecules or compounds that can be analyzed, broken down, or reproduced by conventional means.]
Jacob thought for a moment. 'So they can't replicate them because there's nothing to replicate?'
[Correct. If Melissa or Cogman were to analyze a vial of the Hulk serum, they would find nothing but inert water—because the 'serum' itself is not a substance. The effect exists only while the potion is intact. The moment it is consumed, the effect is applied to the drinker's body. The potion itself ceases to be. There is no formula to copy, no residue to study, no pattern to reverse-engineer.]
'What if I gave them the exact original potion or serum?'
[Then they could replicate it. But until you receive the original from me or get it yourself, all you have are manifestations of my power that cannot be replicated.]
Jacob sighed. 'Alright. I understand.'
[Good. And stop calling me Nex.]
Jacob smirked. 'Yes, ma'am.'
Nex went silent—but Jacob could almost feel her rolling her eyes.
Malia spoke up, breaking his reverie. "Since there's nothing to do, I'll go with Dany to help her control Meereen. I want to kill a few more of those masked idiots."
Cogman's eyes gleamed. "I'm going with you too, my lady."
Allison and Sansa both said, "I'll go to Meereen too."
Lydia smiled. "Then I'll stay with Jay today." She looked at him. "Where are you taking me shopping today?"
Jacob glanced at the time. "It's still dark in Beacon Hills."
Lydia's smile didn't waver. "We can go to London. It's morning there."
Jacob sighed. "Fine. But no shopping. We're going to have fun."
Sansa's voice was hopeful. "Wait. Is it too late for me to go with you too?"
Jacob said, "I have nothing to do these days. I'll take you on a date tomorrow—just the two of us."
Sansa smiled. "Okay. Don't forget."
Jacob said, "I won't." He looked at his other wives. "I'll take all of you on dates too."
Daenerys looked at Melissa. "By the way, Mel, can you come with me to Meereen and heal someone from greyscale?" She turned to Jacob. "Don't worry. I won't let him stay beside me."
Melissa looked at Jacob, waiting for his answer. He said, "Okay, Mel. You can heal that idiot and see if you can develop a cure for greyscale while you're at it." His smirk turned cold. "And remember to take Samwell with you. He'd love to learn from you. And let him peel the gray scales off Jorah without anesthetic—only then can you heal him."
Melissa rolled her eyes. "Is that necessary?"
Jacob's smile was cold. "Very necessary."
After breakfast, everyone went to do their thing.
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The following days Jacob took each of his wives on dates.
He took Allison to Paris, where they walked along the Seine and dined at a Michelin-starred restaurant. He took Malia to a national park, where they hiked through wilderness and she chased deer in her coyote form. He took Lydia to Milan for a fashion show. He took Melissa to a botanical garden, where they spent hours admiring exotic plants. He took Sansa to a renaissance fair, where she experienced the festivities with childlike wonder. And he took Daenerys to the beach, where she played in the waves for the first time in her life.
He also gave the Super-Soldier Serum to the three hundred samurai and gave Kai the Luke Cage serum, making him a bodyguard for his family. He took Kai and his wife Mika to Beacon Hills so Kai could learn to drive and get his license—to drive them when Cogman was busy.
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A week later, Jacob was in Serendell with his wives and Arya on the yacht in the middle of the lake. The sun was warm, the water was calm, and everyone was relaxed and happy.
Daenerys and Melissa were curled on either side of Jacob, their heads on his shoulders. Allison and Lydia were sunbathing on the deck. Sansa was reading a book. Malia and Arya were playing on their phones.
Then a system window appeared in front of Jacob's eyes.
[Event Sign-In Available: Host can sign in after witnessing Cersei Lannister's Walk of Atonement in King's Landing.
Remaining Time: 30 minutes (Game of Thrones world time).]
Jacob was excited at first, then frowned. 'System, you won't give me some weird, disgusting, or perverted rewards, will you?'
[Rewards depend on your luck, Host.]
Jacob sighed. 'I guess I'll sign in and sell any weird reward I get back to you. And by the way, when are you going to upgrade the shop? I have a lot of coins but nowhere to spend them.'
[I don't know. I'll upgrade the shop when the time is right.]
Jacob stopped bothering with the system and spanked both Daenerys and Melissa, who were hugging his sides. "Girls, get up. I need to go to King's Landing."
Allison asked, "What for?"
Jacob's smile was gleeful. "Those fanatics are making Cersei do a walk of shame today in King's Landing. I want to go see it."
Arya perked up. "What's a walk of shame?"
Jacob explained. "They'll make her walk through the streets completely naked and publicly humiliate her to atone for her sins."
Arya's eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing! Please take me with you!"
Sansa smiled. "Me too. She used to strip me naked and inspect my body. Now I want to see her humiliated."
Daenerys said, "I'm coming too."
Allison, Lydia, Melissa, and Malia all said they were going as well.
Jacob said, "Alright. But you need to hurry and change."
Lydia asked, "How much time do we have?"
Jacob checked. "An hour in Serendell time."
Lydia smiled. "Okay. We'll be ready in half an hour."
Jacob scoffed. "Yeah, sure."
The girls teleported to their rooms to change. Jacob changed right there on the yacht and waited.
Half an hour later, Malia showed up, followed by Arya. They waited another half an hour before the rest arrived.
Lydia said, "Let's go! Let's go, or we'll miss it!"
Jacob glared at her. "And whose fault is that?"
Allison and the others, who were late as well, pretended to be busy—fixing their clothes or talking to each other, not daring to meet his eyes. Lydia smiled sheepishly. "Don't worry about the details. Let's just go."
Jacob opened a portal to King's Landing and walked in. The girls followed him.
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They appeared in the Red Keep.
Jacob said, "Alright. Let's go to the Sept of Baelor. It seems we came a bit early."
Lydia's eyes narrowed. "Did we come early, or did you tell us we only had an hour when we actually had more?"
Jacob narrowed his eyes at her. "Do you really want to talk about time?"
Lydia quickly backed down. "On second thought, no. It's good that we came early."
Jacob said, "Alright. Let's fly. I don't want to be near the disgusting peasants of King's Landing. They're going to throw garbage and shit at Cersei, and I don't want to smell that."
He used his telekinesis and made everyone float high above King's Landing, then flew toward the Sept of Baelor.
They waited for ten minutes before Cersei was brought outside.
The High Sparrow gave a speech, his voice dripping with false piety. Then two septas undressed Cersei, stripping her naked in front of the crowd. Septa Unella pushed her, and Cersei began walking down the stairs into the streets of King's Landing.
The common people made way for her—but not out of respect. They called her names: whore, bitch, murderer. They spat on her, threw rotten eggs and vegetables, mud, pig's blood, rocks, and even shit at her. Septa Unella followed Cersei, ringing a bell and shouting "Shame!" with each ring.
Cersei fell several times. Her feet were bleeding, her shoulders and other parts of her body were bruised and cut from the rocks. Tears streamed down her face, but she kept going, desperately trying to reach the Red Keep.
Allison watched with a cold expression. "If I didn't know what she put Sansa and her family through, I might feel pity for her. But she deserves what's happening to her."
Arya smiled. "Yeah. I'm loving what those fanatics did to her."
Sansa's voice was thoughtful. "Those poor fanatics will pay for what they did to her. They're too naive. She'll make them regret everything they've done to her—and those common people who are now happily throwing things at her and calling her names? They'll pay too."
Melissa looked disturbed. "I don't like that dirty old man and his fanatics. Look at how they beat people with their bats. They hit them in the face."
Jacob's expression was grim. "I don't like him either. Look at the proud smirk on his face."
Arya asked, "Don't you like what he did to Cersei?"
Jacob's voice was measured. "Cersei is an evil bitch, and she deserves everything happening to her. I have not a single drop of pity for her—not after what she did to Sansa and your family."
He paused, watching as another rotten vegetable splattered against Cersei's bare back. One of the common folk took off his pants and shouted for Cersei to suck his dick.
Jacob sighed. "But don't mistake my lack of sympathy for approval of this spectacle. This isn't about Cersei anymore—this is about what these fanatics and mobs do to any woman they deem guilty, noble or peasant, innocent or not."
He turned to Arya. "I'm cruel to my enemies. I'd kill them without caring if they were women or men. I'd even torture them. But whatever a woman has done, her punishment shouldn't look like this. Beat her publicly, yes. Execute her publicly, yes. Or even torture her if it comes to that. But stripping a woman naked for a mob to gawk at and humiliate? That's not justice. That's savagery wrapped in piety. These fanatics aren't good or righteous—they're just power-hungry people dressed in dirty robes."
Sansa said, "Well, I agree with you that women shouldn't be humiliated like this. But I'm also enjoying what's happening to Cersei very much. I even want her to see me."
Jacob smiled. "Then go ahead. What are you waiting for? She's about to reach the Red Keep."
Sansa caught Arya's hand. "Let's go." She teleported them both to the bridge leading to the Red Keep.
As soon as Sansa and Arya appeared, the soldiers stationed at the bridge noticed them and drew their swords to attack.
Sansa waved her hand and froze them in place with her telekinesis.
Arya looked at them. "We should just kill them."
Sansa shook her head. "We're not here to kill."
They waited. Soon, Cersei emerged from the mobs. Septa Unella and the Faith Militant stopped, letting her continue alone to the bridge.
Cersei first thought everything was over and finally started crying. Then she heard a playful girl's voice: "Shame."
She stopped and looked to her side. She just noticed Arya and Sansa standing there, looking at her with smiles.
Arya's voice was mocking. "Shame. Shame. Shame."
Sansa stopped smiling and looked at Cersei with pity. To Cersei, that pity was worse than anything that had happened to her today. She could not hold her feelings in any longer. A loud, sharp scream burst from her throat, full of rage and madness. But suddenly, her voice cracked. The angry scream turned into a heavy gasp, and she fell to her knees and broke down into a flood of unstoppable tears, sobbing loudly.
Sansa smiled in satisfaction. "Arya, let's go."
Arya said, "Wait. I'll be right back." She teleported to Serendell and soon came back.
Sansa took a step back. "What's that in your hand?"
Arya smiled. "Fresh horse shit."
Sansa's face twisted. "Disgusting."
Arya's smile widened. "Yes, it is." She hit Cersei with the horse shit three times, saying each time, "Shame."
Cersei started crying even louder.
Arya laughed, then walked to Sansa, extending her hand to her. "Let's go."
Sansa stepped away. "Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands." She cast a cleaning spell on Arya, then wrapped her in her telekinesis and teleported them both back to Jacob and the others.
Lydia gave Arya a look. "Arya, you're disgusting."
Arya shrugged, unrepentant. "Come on. Hitting Cersei with horse shit was fun." She looked at Malia. "You think so too, right, Malia?"
Malia shook her head. "I can see why you thought I'd be your best option for support, but no. I don't think playing with shit is fun."
Jacob said, "Alright. Let's go home."
Lydia said, "Wait. Since we're here, let's walk around in King's Landing."
Jacob shook his head. "Then you girls have fun. This place is disgusting, and I don't want to walk in it again." He teleported everyone to the ground, then teleported back to Serendell, leaving the girls there.
Lydia looked at the others. "So, should we look around and do some shopping?"
They all agreed.
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Jacob appeared back on the yacht in Serendell. He lay down and said to the system, 'Alright, system. Do the event sign-in.'
[Event: Witnessing Cersei's Walk of Atonement — Successful. Rewards Obtained:
1. Mûmak Summoning Scroll (The Lord of the Rings): This scroll summons a herd of twenty Mûmakil—a mix of adults and young, males and females. Mûmak can grow up to fifteen meters tall with six tusks.
2. Brightroar (Game of Thrones): The ancestral Valyrian steel greatsword of House Lannister, lost centuries ago when King Tommen II sailed to Valyria and never returned.
3. Incestuous Aura: A passive aura that makes any female blood relative of yours develop an inexplicable, romantic interest in you. The effect is subtle at first—lingering glances, casual touches, blushing—but escalates the longer you stay near them, eventually making them obsessed with you. Cousins, aunts, nieces, grandmothers, sisters—even your mother and daughters—they will all fall in love with you.]
Jacob read the first reward and thought, 'That's nice, I guess. Even if we don't use them for battle, they're a good addition to the animals in Serendell.'
He read the second reward. 'A Valyrian steel sword. Useless.'
He read the third reward three times, not believing what he had just read. Then he said in anger, 'Nex, what kind of cursed reward is this?'
He heard laughter in his head—the first time Nex had ever laughed. [That's a perfect reward for you, Host. Now you can get them all, even your—]
'Stop! Stop! Don't you dare finish that sentence! I'm a pervert, but not to that extent! Delete that damn ability for me!'
[Are you sure, Host? You can sell it back to me for ten million coins.]
'Okay, change it for coins. Hurry!'
[Are you sure?]
'Yes, I'm sure! Get that disgusting thing out of my sight!'
[Okay. Ten million coins have been added to your coin balance.]
Just then, Daenerys appeared next to him. She took one look at his face and said, "You look angry. What's wrong?"
Jacob deleted the memory of the perverted reward from his mind. "Nothing. Why are you back?"
Daenerys's smile was suggestive. "Well, I don't feel like walking in King's Landing. And..." she winked at him, "it's time we consummate our marriage."
Jacob stood up and took her in his arms. "Finally."
Daenerys nodded. "Yes." She kissed him and said against his lips, "Show me if you're really as good as the girls said."
Jacob's voice was low. "It would be my pleasure, love."
He kissed her deeply, and they both disappeared, reappearing in her room.
They kept kissing while exploring each other's bodies and removing each other's clothes. Jacob carried her to bed and laid her down. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I love you, Dany."
Daenerys smiled. "I love you too, my handsome dragon. And don't be gentle. I want you to love me hard until I lose consciousness."
Jacob smiled. "As you wish."
With that, he leaned down and captured her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. The room was soon filled with the sounds of their wild, passionate lovemaking.
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Hours later, Daenerys's stubborn endurance finally failed. Jacob felt her go still, then limp, as consciousness left her on top of him.
He smiled with deep satisfaction, stroking her sweat-dampened hair as she lay on top of him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and soon fell asleep, the sound of her soft breathing the last thing he heard.
Chapter 234: The Power of Space
August 18
Jacob woke hours later to find Daenerys still on top of him, her silver-gold hair tickling his chest as she traced lazy patterns on his skin with her fingers. The warm glow of Serendell's sun filtered through the windows, casting golden light across the room.
He smiled, his voice rough with sleep. "Morning, beautiful."
Daenerys's smile was radiant. "Good morning."
Jacob kissed her softly. "How are you feeling?"
Daenerys's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I feel great." She murmured against his lips, "And I want to do it again."
Jacob flipped her beneath him in one smooth motion. "Say less."
What followed was another love-making session that lasted three hours. They moved together in perfect sync, exploring each other's bodies with renewed passion. When they finally lay in each other's arms, both were breathless, their bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat, their faces wearing identical satisfied smiles.
Daenerys spoke first. "I'm getting addicted to you. The girls didn't lie—you really are good. I can't get enough of you."
Jacob stroked her back lazily. "Then how about we continue?"
Daenerys laughed softly. "I'm satisfied for now—and a little numb down there. Let's wait a few hours. Besides, I'm starving."
Jacob sat up, pulling her with him. "Let's take a hot shower first, then eat."
He carried her to the bathroom, and they spent a long time in the hot shower together, cleaning each other without using the cleaning spell—just enjoying the moment, the intimacy, the simple pleasure of being together. They laughed, splashed water at each other, and stole kisses.
When they finally emerged, dressed and refreshed, they returned to the bed. Jacob took all kinds of food from his pocket dimension—pizza, sushi, pasta, fresh fruit, and an assortment of desserts—along with soda and juice. They ate while talking and laughing.
After Jacob stored the leftovers and empty plates back in his pocket dimension, they lay in bed hugging each other in comfortable silence, lost in their own thoughts. Daenerys's breathing gradually slowed, and she drifted back to sleep, her head resting on his chest.
Jacob kissed her forehead and finally decided to check the rewards he had received for consummating the bond.
A system window appeared before his eyes.
[Congratulations, Host. You have consummated your bond with Daenerys Targaryen. Your strength will now begin to grow faster than before, and you may grant Daenerys abilities and bloodlines rewarded by the system.]
[Rewards for Consummating the Bond with Daenerys Targaryen:
1. Ability Upgrade Token: Grants the Host one opportunity to upgrade and enhance an existing ability.
2. Scroll of Elemental and Magical Resistance (x20): When used, this scroll grants the user a 50% reduction to all incoming elemental and magical damage.
3. The Box of Endless Pizza: A pizza box that produces an endless supply of fresh, hot pizza in any flavor the user desires. The pizza always comes with the perfect toppings and never gets cold. The box is indestructible and self-cleaning.]
Jacob read the first reward thoughtfully. 'That's a nice reward. But what should I upgrade? Well, I'll think about it after checking the other rewards.'
He read the second reward. 'Nice. I'll give the scrolls to the girls and use one myself as well. Even though I'm a dragon and have high magical resistance, more resistance can't hurt.'
He read the last reward and smiled. 'Endless pizza in any flavor I desire? Now that's a great reward.'
He addressed the system. 'Hey, Nex, what ability should I upgrade? Should I upgrade one of the Dragon Shouts?'
An angry mature female voice with a British accent sounded in his head. [Stop calling me Nex.]
Jacob smirked. 'Alright, alright. Can you please help me choose which ability to upgrade?'
[Upgrade your teleportation ability. You might get something good.]
'Alright, do it. Use the Upgrade Token on my teleportation ability.'
[Are you sure, Host?]
'Yes.'
[Okay. Using the Upgrade Token on your teleportation ability. Please wait a moment...]
A brief, warm sensation spread through his body.
[Ability has been upgraded successfully.
Spatiokinesis: The ability to control the space element. This includes offensive applications like Spatial Slicing (severing the space a target occupies, cutting through any defense), Spatial Crushing (compressing space to crush enemies), Dimension Trapping (banishing targets into an isolated void), Vector Inversion (reversing the direction of incoming attacks), and Internal Warping (warping space inside an enemy's body to bypass armor). Defensively, you can use Spatial Folding to bend attacks around you, Infinite Distance to make attacks never reach you, Spatial Barriers to create unbreakable invisible walls, and Intangibility to phase through physical objects. For movement and utility, you can teleport without limit as long as you can visualize the destination, create portals, generate pocket dimensions for storage or shelter, manipulate the size of objects, and mimic gravity. You can also sense spatial anomalies, create black holes, and—with enough power—tear open portals to other worlds. This is your strongest ability so far; the techniques listed above are just examples—you can create your own through training and understanding of the space element. Work hard, Host.]
Jacob read the description of Spatiokinesis with excitement. 'What a powerful element. But I need to train to be able to use all its abilities.'
[By the way, Host, your mother is a Void Dragon—a very powerful one. She can control the space element.]
'Really?'
[Yes. Your mother's clan has all types of dragons—fire dragons, water dragons, and so on. Some of them can control multiple elements, and your mother is one of the strongest among them. She can control fire and darkness, but her main element is space.]
'How strong exactly are my parents?'
[I'm not sure about your father, but I was around your mother's neck for a while, and I can tell you that she is terrifyingly strong. Probably stronger than I am.]
'I see. By the way, Nex, I have a question I want to ask, but I always forget.'
[I told you to stop calling me Nex.]
'Come on, Nex is better than System. It makes me feel close to you.'
[No. Call me System. And don't think I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, you pervert. I've seen all your perverted fantasies about me becoming a woman like Tsunade or one of the women from One Piece.]
'So you've seen that? Are you upset because you think your human form would be more beautiful than them? Then I believe in you. I'm sure you'll be more beautiful than I could ever imagine. And I can't wait to meet you—and together we will do the things you've already seen in my head. We'll make all those fantasies come true one day, Nex.'
[You... you shameless p-pervert.]
Jacob smiled. 'Says the woman who has been peeking at my fantasies and watching my bedroom activities with my wives.'
[Ahh! I-I'm not talking to you anymore!]
'Okay, okay. Don't be angry. I won't tease you anymore.'
After a while, Nex responded. [What do you want to ask? And don't you dare call me Nex—or I'll communicate with you only by text for a month. Try me.]
Jacob stroked Daenerys's hair absently. 'I want to know about the ceiling of strength in the Marvel universe. How strong is the most powerful creature in the Marvel universe?'
Nex's voice echoed in his mind, calm now. [The power scales you read about in the comics are wildly exaggerated, Host. The absolute ceiling of power is the multiversal level. A powerhouse at that tier can travel between Marvel multiverses and is capable of destroying universes—but never with a single strike or a snap of their fingers. When I say multiversal level, I don't mean they can rewrite all of existence on a whim like in the Comics. In the real cosmos, being a multiversal-level entity simply means two things: they can forcibly tear through space to travel between dimensions, and they possess enough power to threaten more than one universe over time. They are a threat to the multiverse, not its masters. They cannot control universes like a toy. They are still bound by the laws of physics, still have to destroy things planet by planet, and they can absolutely be killed if they bite off more than they can chew.]
Jacob's brow furrowed. 'So they can't just blow up a universe?'
[No. If a multiversal powerhouse wants to destroy a universe, they have to do it manually—planet by planet. You should know that each universe contains roughly 200 billion to 2 trillion galaxies, and each galaxy has 100 billion to 400 billion stars and at least 100 billion to over one trillion planets. At that scale, even the strongest creature would need millions of years to destroy or control a single universe—and that's assuming no one fights back. Also, planets aren't as fragile as movies and Comic books make them seem. Some are easy to break, but most have natural defenses strong enough to injure—or even kill—a multiversal being if they're not careful. Stars are even worse. There are no instant-kill buttons in the real world.]
Jacob was silent for a long moment, considering the sheer scale of the cosmos. 'Fascinating. I never realized a universe could be that durable—but now that I think about it, it actually makes perfect sense. Comic books and movies made it look like cosmic entities could just wipe out reality with a casual wave of their hand. But reality isn't a drawing on a page. If a single universe holds trillions of galaxies, and each galaxy has billions of stars and planets, that much physical mass is a natural fortress. Even if a monster possesses the energy to destroy a planet, doing it trillions of times over is an impossible physical chore.'
[Like I said, the power scales you read about in the comics are wildly exaggerated. It's just like the result of generational gossip. Centuries ago, a clever warrior might have used a simple pouch of gunpowder to collapse a castle wall during a siege. Because the primitive locals had never seen chemical combustion before, they didn't understand what it was. The terrified survivors told their children, those children told the next generation, and eventually, the history books claimed a mystical entity shook the entire continent and summoned holy fire from the heavens. A basic physical reaction got buried under layers of awe, ignorance, and fear.]
Jacob chuckled, then asked, 'What about gigantic creatures like Eternity and his sister Infinity?
[Those things are just fictional characters. No creature reaches that size. In the real Marvel universe, the creatures that grow the biggest are the Celestials and a few other rare species, but even they never reach an exaggerated scale. As far as I know, no creature grows bigger than Earth's moon.]
'What are the most difficult powerhouses to deal with?'
[In my opinion, the most difficult powerhouses to deal with are the corruption-type entities, because they can take over a universe without ever showing themselves. Creatures like Dormammu, Mephisto, and Chthon rarely fight you directly. Instead, they infect minds, corrupting entire populations and turning them into mindless puppets. Once a world is fully corrupted, they suck out its raw life force to strengthen themselves, turning that reality into a barren extension of their own domain. Even so, it is a slow process. Completely consuming a universe takes an immense amount of time. And that's assuming they don't run into heavy resistance from the universe's own powerful defenders, which can slow the process even further or stop it completely. In fact, if the pushback is fierce enough, those dark entities might even find themselves destroyed instead.]
'You reminded me—what about the so-called gods? Chthon, Dormammu, Mephisto, Odin, Zeus, Thor, the Celestials? I know they're not really gods—I believe there is only one God—but tell me about them.'
[Like you said, they're not really gods. They're simply powerful creatures who managed to reach that multiversal power ceiling—and some of them didn't even reach that level. They claim to be gods to demand worship, but they bleed and die just like anything else. I'm also one of the strongest creatures at the multiversal level—but I would never claim to be a god. And by the way, things like reviving the dead or creating living souls out of nothing are pure fantasy. No creature can do that.]
'Is the TVA a real organization?'
[There is no Time Variance Authority policing timelines. Once you appear in a universe, you are locked into its linear flow. You can never turn back its clock or travel to its future. True time travel does not exist.]
'Wait, does that mean the Time Stone can't help people travel in time or control it?'
[No creature can control time, Host. You know how broken that would be? If an entity could genuinely control time, they would be completely invincible. There is no time travel, period.]
'Then what are the real abilities of the Time Stone?'
Nex explained, [The Time Stone doesn't actually touch the timeline. It only controls the aging and movement of physical matter. It can reverse entropy to repair a broken object, or speed up decay to turn something to dust. It can freeze a person in perfect stasis like a statue, or simulate future outcomes based on pure cause and effect. It changes the physical state of things in the present, and it can show past events of a universe—but it cannot rewrite history or alter the actual flow of time.]
'But you said before that I could use the Time Stone powers when you upgrade in the future to choose the specific era or year I enter a new world. Isn't that time manipulation?'
[No, that's just spatial synchronization and portal timing. The stone isn't changing the time inside that new world, and it isn't sending you into its past. Every reality ticks forward on its own linear clock. The time stone just acts like a cosmic radar. It calculates the exact moment your current present aligns with a specific historical moment in that world's independent timeline, and I use the space stone powers to open the door right then. You are just choosing when to step across the threshold, not rewriting time.]
'What about Serendell? How did you make time move five times faster there than in the Teen Wolf world?'
[It's just temporal desynchronization, Host. Every universe has its own laws. The Teen Wolf universe operates on its own laws, the Game of Thrones universe has its own laws, and Serendell is a pocket space with its own independent laws as well.]
'I see. Thanks, Ne... system. Now show me what kind of bloodlines Dany can receive.'