The Heavens Change Things

Traveling to the poorest corner of Westeros, Lin Chen took over a castle with only twelve days of rations left. He can repair all things: moldy grain can be turned into new wheat, broken crossbows can be re-stringed, and artifacts in the enemy's hands can be dismantled into a pile of scrap metal. But he can't create things out of thin air, he can't repair wounds, and he can't modify people's hearts. He knew Robert would die, he knew Ned would go south, he knew the North was about to bleed for a wedding. But he didn't expect that another group of people had already sneaked into this continent. They don't fight for the Iron Throne, they just wait quietly to harvest the lives that are destined to die. If you can't change people, then widen the path that people can choose. When the direwolf moves south, the stag falls, and the lion bares its fangs, the poorest lord can only rely on inconspicuous artifacts to move the entire Westeros - and the growing shadow to the north. And every piece of thin iron that should not appear in this world is counting for him how many days are left in this harvest.