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GOT: I am the Shadow Sovereign

MidnightBlade007
I posted this story with my other account as I wasn't able to recover this Gmail of mine. Now that I finally did, I will post my story on this account only. Sorry for the inconvenience. ────────────────────── Dean transmigrated into the body of Will, a Night’s Watch ranger. When he opened his eyes in this world, he found himself tied and surrounded by Stark guards, branded a deserter and set to be executed on the spot. Knowing the events of the first episode, Dean realized that the Lord of Winterfell would soon arrive to personally carry out the sentence. Despite his situation, Dean was not without hope. He had been granted an ability called Shadow Extraction, similar to the one possessed by the main lead of Solo Leveling. However, his version was weaker and came with certain limitations. Even so, in the harsh and unforgiving world of Game of Thrones, this ability still held the potential to become a powerful advantage. With death approaching and no time to waste, Dean had to rely on this newfound power and his knowledge of the world to survive a fate that had once been inevitable. ────────────────────── This is NOT a translation. And the Game of Thrones Tv show belongs to their respective creators. All I own is the MC.
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