[A Game of Thrones fanfic + lordly domain management + transforming all things + changing the original tragic ending]
After transmigrating to Westeros, Lin Chen becomes the North's poorest young lord.
His castle is drafty, his granaries are nearly empty, and he has fewer than fifty men. In twelve days, hundreds of refugees and an enemy army will arrive at the same time.
Fortunately, he can see the flaws in all things and use his essence to repair and transform them.
Moldy grain can be salvaged, broken crossbows can be reassembled, and even forged royal decrees can be exposed in public.
But he can't tamper with living things, people's hearts, or fate.
Lin Chen only wanted to repair his run-down castle. Then he discovered that a group of outsiders, bound by contracts, were exploiting Ned's death, the Red Wedding, and the long night of winter to bring the entire world to ruin.
If he can't change people, then he'll change the swords in their hands, the castles beneath their feet, and every object that could decide the outcome of a war.
As the stag falls, the wolves march south, and dragons take to the skies...
This time, Westeros's old ending may not come to pass.
A pure AI book with no logic, no main line, topsy-turvy, and abrupt plot changes.
Collect first, gain weight and then read again
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