Game of Thrones: Eighty Gold Dragons, Raising an Army to Become King

I transmigrated as the bastard son of a minor lord in the North. My family was slaughtered by the Ironborn, leaving me with only eighty gold dragons and six militia.

Luckily, I activated the Iron Bank God of War System: 1 gold dragon = 10 wealth points, and wealth points can be exchanged for troops!

“Common militia: 100; elite infantry: 500; cavalry: 2,000; Unsullied-style troops: 5,000...”

From the start, I wiped out bandits to earn my first fortune. After the Red Wedding, I annexed the Bolton lands, and the fortress of Moat Cailin became my money-maker.

While Daenerys was still struggling in Meereen, I had already seized a third of the North and commanded four thousand elite soldiers.

The Boltons accused me of rebellion? I retaliated by exposing their secret pact to sell out the realm to the Iron Islands.

Cersei declared me a traitor? My dragonbone artillery was already aimed at the walls of King's Landing.

The White Walkers were marching south, and the Long Night was coming? I wielded dragonbone, carried a dragon’s soul, and formally allied with Daenerys.

“Your Majesty, your dragonfire can deal with the White Walkers, while my System’s army will pacify the Seven Kingdoms.”

“As for the Iron Throne... You take the left side, I’ll take the right, and we’ll rule as two kings. How does that sound?”

King of the North × Dual Monarchy × Surviving the Long Night × System-generated armies

Tags: ruthless and decisive + sharp-minded protagonist + Daenerys is the only female lead + System-based story + Game of Thrones fanfiction