Game of Thrones: Joffrey the Chosen

In the year 297 of Aegon's calendar, King's Landing.

Baelor's Great Cathedral.

The setting sun of summer shone through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows in the hall.

Joffrey Baratheon gently stroked the coffin beside him and sighed softly in his heart.

"It wasn't Xiao Qiao who harmed you, Grandfather."

"It's this chaotic world that's ruined you!"

Jon Arryn, the former Hand of the Iron Throne, the King's foster father, and the Duke of Arryn, fell into a permanent slumber despite the Grand Maester's best efforts to save him.

Everyone believed that a sudden illness had destroyed his health.

But Joffrey knew that the old prime minister had been murdered.

After all, he personally gave it a push.

This is because this respectable former prime minister, even after Joffrey had already done his best to become an excellent crown prince, was still determined to explore the secrets behind his background.

The fatal truth that could strip him of his inheritance rights, even cost him his life, and thus cause all the conflict.

So when Joffrey realized that the former prime minister had started an investigation, he took decisive action.

Thinking of this, Joffrey turned his head away coldly.

In a corner of the sanctuary, a dazzling blonde couple was still shamelessly embracing.

Seemingly noticing Joffrey's gaze, the beautiful woman quickly pushed away the man who looked remarkably like her, straightened her appearance, and gave a gentle smile.

Joffrey turned his head away.

damn it.

But she was his mother after all.

The current Queen, Cersei Lannister.

The man beside her was her twin brother, Joffrey's uncle, "The Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister.

Joffrey didn't want to think too much about the relationship behind it.

After all, as the years go by, those fragments from distant other worlds gradually surface in my mind at unexpected moments.

For example, in his past life, he was watching a TV show and laughing like an idiot while eating a pie, and ended up choking to death.

Unfortunately, due to the passage of time, most of his remaining memories only became clear recently, so he lost many opportunities to plan ahead.

But it's not too late to try and salvage the relationship now.

Joffrey had a sudden thought, and a light that only he could see quietly appeared.

Because there are gods watching from above, whether it's the old gods of the north, the seven gods of the south, or Rahlo or the thousand-faced god across the Narrow Sea.

Therefore, his cheat code is called "divine will".

[Destiny Role-Playing System]

[This episode's role: A quirky and ruthless tycoon]

[Current Heavenly Will Value: (94/99)]

I'm almost full now.

His cheat ability has only one function: when his "Heavenly Will" value is full, he can randomly draw a skill from the prize pool.

Among them are terms like "eavesdropping," "stargazing," and "sentinel," whose functions can be clearly seen from their literal meanings.

It also possesses mysterious and impressive qualities such as "invincible in water and fire," "transparent thinking," and "protecting the commander."

Because the way points are acquired is quite bizarre, Joffrey's behavior needs to fit a certain character while also being logical.

After studying it for a long time, he finally figured out how to complete this task.

That is, he intermittently acts crazy towards people.

As the sunlight inside the sanctuary gradually dimmed, the monks lit candles one by one.

Joffrey turned his head and saw a fat but very strong man lying on top of the coffin beside him, snoring loudly.

This is his "father," King Robert Baratheon, who is keeping vigil here because the Prime Minister's relatives are not present.

Watching this scene, Joffrey's feelings were somewhat complicated.

After all, his background was already at its peak, but the issue of his origins is still an indelible stain.

Joffrey got up and walked outside. As he stepped through the heavy door, the slightly cool night air rushed towards him.

So he took a deep breath, feeling the pent-up emotions in his chest dissipate considerably.

Ah, King's Landing.

My hometown.

Although the stench was pervasive everywhere.

But countless people would do anything to get here, just for that Iron Throne that symbolizes supreme authority.

Standing at the entrance of the sanctuary was a figure dressed in smoky gray armor, half of whose face was ulcerated from burns... who was not a knight, who tilted his head to look over.

"Is it over?" Sandor Clegane, "The Hound," asked.

Joffrey shook his head: "Father is still inside sleeping with Lord Jon. I just came out for some fresh air."

The hound cursed under his breath, "My legs are numb from standing here. Why is burying a dead body so complicated?"

Just then, a thin man emerged from the shadows under the eaves and came to their side.

He was wearing a dark gray top, and a mischievous smile played on his lips.

Joffrey's mind immediately went into overdrive.

Because the Prime Minister and his wife did not have a harmonious relationship, Joffrey took advantage of this and deliberately spread inside information around Mrs. Lysa.

That is, her beloved son is going to be sent away to be adopted, and so on.

What happened next was a matter of course.

Lord Petyr Baelish, the scourge of Westeros, naturally followed suit and stirred up trouble.

The reason Joffrey kept him alive after he regained his memories was simply because he still needed to use him for a while.

"Your Highness," Littlefinger bowed deeply and exaggeratedly, taking the initiative to greet him.

Joffrey simply nodded slightly: "Lord Baelish."

"Please forgive my intrusion, Your Highness." Little Finger stepped forward, his smile widening. "After all, seeing you persist in accompanying His Majesty until this moment truly fills me with admiration."

Then, he put on a sad expression.

"The thought that Lord Jon has worked so hard and is now leaving us is a great loss to the kingdom."

"Lady Lysa left in such a hurry, probably because she believed some of the rumors circulating in the palace."

"Your Highness is always keenly aware of rumors; I wonder if you are aware of these absurd claims?"

Joffrey narrowed his eyes.

You little rascal, it was clearly you who handed me the poison.

Now they're trying to scam me!

Clearly, Littlefinger didn't know who initially spread the message, which is why he went around probing for possible participants afterward.

"Never heard of it. It's probably just that eight-legged spider spreading rumors again," Joffrey said calmly.

"As for you, the finance minister, why aren't you focusing on raising funds for my father's golden dragon? What are you doing asking about these things?"

Littlefinger changed the subject, his tone seemingly tinged with grievance: "After all, the position of Prime Minister is vacant, and His Majesty has been neglecting state affairs these past few days. Even if I get things done, I can't find anyone to stamp them."

"So I came to ask Your Highness, regarding the selection of the next prime minister, has His Majesty expressed any preference?"

Joffrey frowned. "I have heard my father mention this before. My grandfather is coming to attend my nameday celebration soon, and perhaps my father will consider letting him take over."

The little finger raised its eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

"Lord Tywin?" he asked softly. "Your Highness, please forgive my bluntness, but your grandfather was indeed exceptionally capable."

"But he served as prime minister during the reign of the mad king, but ultimately broke with the monarchy and led troops to sack King's Landing. This history is not glorious, and if he were to take office again, it would inevitably bring back memories of the past..."

After hearing this, Joffrey remained silent for three seconds.

Then he suddenly let out a cold snort.

I was just figuring out where to get the last few points when someone walked right into the line of fire.

"Lord Baelish." He took a small step forward and winked at the approaching hounds.

Petyr suddenly shivered and instinctively took a step back: "Your Highness?"

The hound circled around to his back and placed a pair of large hands on his shoulders.

Joffrey drew his sword with a swift motion, and with a clang, a flash of cold light appeared in the night.

"The morals of King's Landing have recently deteriorated, and your brothels are everywhere. Whether commoners or nobles, everyone has to pay you a protection fee."

The sword tip slowly rose, pointing directly at Petyr's throat.

"You don't think that just because you're powerful, you can gossip about Lord Tywin."

"Or perhaps, he's qualified to sit in the prime minister's seat?"

The slight touch of steel against muscle sent Petyr's face turning deathly pale.

He could feel the coldness of the sword's edge and see the unmistakable killing intent in Joffrey's emerald eyes.

"I... I, Petyr, am not that kind of person!" He shrank back, his voice trembling.

Joffrey stared at him for a long time.

So long that cold sweat trickled down Petyr's forehead and dripped onto the sword.

After slowly sheathing his sword, Joffrey bent over, clutching his stomach.

"I was just kidding!"

He burst into laughter.

[Heavenly Will Value +5]

[My Destiny Points are full; I will convert one lottery draw chance into this account.]