[ Pirate King System bound to host: Euron Greyjoy ]
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[ For every certain amount of points spent, free attribute points are awarded. 100/200/400/800/1600/3000...]
[ Remaining free attribute points: 4. ]
[ 1400/1600. Remaining points: 30 ]
Base reward: Digitized character panel—figures in parentheses are the standard values for an average adult male in Westeros
Strength: 6(10)
Agility: 9(10)
Stamina: 10(10)
Spirit: 16(10)
Command: 13(10)
Charisma: 14(10)
Luck: C--A-F, F is extremely poor, A is extremely good—special attribute, full of variables
Bloodline: Grey King bloodline—1. Extended ocean perception: Your consciousness can spread through the surrounding sea like a jellyfish. Without needing to see, you can sense subtle changes in the currents, the movement of schools of fish, and even the approach of large creatures such as seals and sharks within several miles. This ability is especially strong in stormy weather, allowing you to "read" the fury and rhythm of the waves. 2. Large creatures in the ocean instinctively feel awe or curiosity toward you rather than attacking you, and you can even command legendary sea beasts. 3. Deep-sea body: Your strength and endurance increase considerably underwater, and your swimming speed rivals that of the fastest dolphins. Your body can better withstand water pressure and cold, allowing you to dive far deeper than ordinary people while maintaining your core temperature and ability to move in icy water. 4. Bloodline majesty: Ironborn who worship the Drowned God feel a deep-seated awe and submission toward you, awakened by your bloodline. 5. Unknown. 6. Unknown...
Talent: Archaeologist
Talent: Fishman Breathing
System activation reward: Conqueror's Haki, lv1, passive, cannot be controlled voluntarily. It is released unconsciously through your eyes or entire body only when your emotions are violently stirred, such as by anger, fear, or mortal danger—Mental intimidation / Weaklings scatter—Upgrade to lv2: 1000 points.
Skill—Basic Navigation
Skill—Fish-Man Karate (Beginner)
Item—Vivre Card (sub-card x1)
Mount—Faruru (juvenile)
Skill: Shipbuilding
Skill: Cooking Skills
Skill: Meteorology
Skill: Six Powers—Kami-e
Weapon: Soul Reaver Sword—Han Ling
Items: Dance Powder, Seastone
Over the past two years, through his own unwavering efforts and training, his Strength had risen from 4 to 6, mainly due to the limitations of his age. His Agility had increased from 6 to 9, nearly reaching an adult's level. His Stamina had risen from 4 to 7, then gained another 3 points after he awakened the Grey King bloodline. Perhaps because two souls had fused, or because he had crossed worlds, his Spirit had reached 12, far beyond that of an ordinary person. But he had never found a way to improve it; it was only after awakening the Grey King bloodline that it increased by 4 points. As his power and manpower grew, his Command had risen from 8 to 13, and his Charisma from 9 to 14, thanks in no small part to the Drowned God priests' vigorous promotion of him.
Euron wasn't in a hurry to use his 4 free attribute points. His body was still growing, and before adulthood, his physical attributes could all increase naturally through exercise and simply growing up.
On the eve of his voyage, Euron held a small gift-giving ceremony in the hall at Pyke. The air was filled with the scent of sea salt and roasted meat, while torches cast wavering shadows across the stone walls. Those present were the people dearest to Euron. He didn't want any Iron Islands nobles to know he was traveling across the Narrow Sea. Even if he couldn't keep it secret in the end, there was no need to make a grand announcement.
Euron first approached his father, the King of the Iron Islands. Without a word, he raised a hand, and Daggmo and Lysa carried over an object covered in thick velvet. When the cloth was pulled away, a muffled gasp went around the room. It wasn't an ordinary map, but an extremely detailed model of the Iron Islands that filled an entire table.
Each island had been precisely recreated using stone from the island itself. The curves of the cliffs, the depths of the harbors, even underwater reefs known only to old fishermen had all been meticulously marked with colored sand and stone. This was more than a map. It was a strategic treasure, embodying generations of seafaring wisdom and countless firsthand surveys—a feeling of commanding the entire kingdom in miniature. Of course, Euron's map feature from the Pirate King System had played a part; without it, such precision would have been impossible.
The King watched in silence, his rough fingers slowly tracing the coast of Old Wick Island. A hint of approval and gravity flickered in his eyes.
Next, Euron turned to his mother. An ebony box inlaid with mother-of-pearl was opened, and in an instant, the radiance within almost outshone the firelight.
It was a crown from far-off Qarth. Its craftsmanship was superb: the warmth of amber, the depth of agate, the coolness of jadeite, and the translucence of jade were perfectly set into a mithril base, weaving together a luxurious, exotic glow.
Euron bowed slightly, a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth. "They say Westeros has the Iron Throne. Perhaps the Iron Islands should have an 'Iron Queen'?" His mother froze, her fingers lightly touching the cold, costly jewels. For a moment, she couldn't speak. Only a complex gleam spread through her eyes. Nine and a half out of ten women loved gorgeous, glittering things that were pretty and useless.
He had put particular thought into his gifts for his younger brothers. For his third brother, he had made a model of an ancient longship, carving, assembling, and painting it himself. Every detail was vivid, from the rigging and shields to the fierce expression on the figurehead—enough to delight any boy. For his youngest brother, who was still learning to walk, he had a tiny wooden sword, polished smooth enough that it couldn't hurt him, along with a bracelet made of blood-red coral beads dredged from the deep sea. The vivid color stood out against the little boy's chubby wrist.
He hadn't forgotten his uncle, Baron. He presented him with a simply shaped dagger, its sheath completely unadorned. But when Baron drew it in confusion, the dark, rippling blade caught the firelight with a unique sheen. Its distinctive weight and icy touch made him catch his breath—Valyrian steel!
The seemingly modest but priceless gift made the old warrior's hands tremble slightly.
At last, Euron sauntered over to his brother Baron, wearing the sort of deliberately troubled expression that made Baron's teeth ache. He spread his empty hands.
"Alas, my dear brother, the future King of the Iron Islands," Euron sighed, his voice full of false regret. "I've racked my brains over what to give you. The best spoils aboard the Hao Yin aren't worthy of your valor; the sharpest blades aren't half as sharp as your temper. I've thought it over and over..."
He paused deliberately, savoring the sight of Baron's brow drawing tighter and tighter, his nostrils flaring with anger.
"...and at last, I've found this one-of-a-kind treasure!" Euron suddenly pulled something out from behind his back and solemnly pressed it into Baron's hands.
It wasn't a legendary weapon or gold and jewels, but a palm-sized little boat, crudely carved from wood. The hull hadn't even been sanded smooth and was still covered in splinters. The mast leaned a little to one side. It looked like a clumsy craft a child had made on a whim.
Baron froze, staring down at the shabby little thing in his hands. The muscles in his cheeks began twitching with humiliation and fury. The air around them seemed to congeal, and everyone held their breath.
"You... you bastard!" Baron's face flushed purple. He looked ready to hurl the wooden boat to the ground.
"The key!" Euron quickly added the rest just before Baron erupted, tossing a heavy, rusted iron key onto the deck of the pitiful little boat with a clank. "The model comes with a key, symbolizing how you'll command a real giant ship."
Baron held up his hand, caught between smashing the boat and leaving it alone, looking a little bewildered.
Laughing, Euron clapped him on the shoulder and pointed out the window toward the moonlit bay, its waters shimmering. "See that new warship in Dragonbone Bay—the biggest and best-equipped one? Yes, the 'big fella' you've been sneaking glances at. From today on, it's yours. After I set sail, someone needs to keep a decent ship watching the waters. If a thief comes around, you won't have to chase him in this little wooden boat."
"Like the joke, brother? Hahaha!"
Baron's expression shifted from fury to shock, then to overwhelming delight. The dramatic changes made his face look a little comical. He clenched the rusty key so tightly he nearly bent it out of shape, his voice pitching high with excitement. "The... Sea Monster's Wrath?! You... you mean it?!"
"That's a terrible name, but call it whatever you like." Euron curled his lip in distaste. "It's yours. You'd better give it a new name—one that makes your enemies wet themselves before the fight, not laugh themselves to death."
Baron's immense joy was instantly replaced by the ambition to name his new ship. A wild light burned in his eyes. He pondered for less than a heartbeat before growling with all his might, "Oceanic Behemoth! I'll make every coward who hears that name piss himself before the battle even begins!"
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