System Lottery - Seven Consecutive Draws

After twenty days and nights sailing the sea, the Hao Yin, like a sharp black blade, precisely cut through over sixty percent of the Narrow Sea's unknown waters before venturing into the colder, more mysterious Shivering Sea.

When the incredibly magnificent Titan statue, hailed as the guardian of Braavos, emerged from the sea mist like a mountain, gazing down with its eternal posture upon every ship that passed, Yulon knew the first stage of the journey had ended. He was about to arrive in Braavos.

A cold system notification silently surfaced in the depths of his consciousness:

[Exploration: Your voyage across the Narrow Sea has earned you 320 points.]

[Exploration: You discovered the Shivering Sea, earning 120 points.]

[Exploration: You discovered the Titan of Braavos, earning 60 points.]

[Exploration: You discovered Braavos, earning 120 points.]

A total of 620 points, plus the remaining 30 points from before, brought his total points to 650.

Braavos. On Yulon's first day there, he met the Red Viper and also had a meeting with Maelys.

The lodging Maelys arranged for Yulon was located in the Purple Harbor district—bustling, safe, and conveniently located. However, Yulon did not immediately step into that comfortable nest.

Late at night, Yulon moved like a ghost, swiftly traversing the misty canals, his gaze sweeping over the uniquely characterized establishments: the Green Eel Tavern, frequented by sailors and filled with the smell of fish and ale; the Black Ship workshop, permeated with the scent of tung oil and rust, echoing with the rough laughter of shipbuilders; the Morogo shrine, where an exotic deity was worshipped, its incense smoke curling upwards; the Exiles' Inn, gathering the disheartened and the banished; the Seven Lamps Academy, flickering with academic candlelight and debates; and the Cat House brothel, shrouded in ambiguous light and soft whispers...

An indescribable restlessness, or perhaps an obsession with "completeness," drove him into the noisy streets and alleys of the evening.

He wasn't seeking pleasure, but undertaking a unique "pilgrimage." Yulon wanted to round up his current points to a nice, even number. Before starting his travels, he intended to use the Pirate King System for a lottery draw, giving himself an extra edge.

With each place he entered, he would pause briefly, absorbing its unique atmosphere. Faint prompts for points would then sound in his mind—5 points, 10 points... These fragmented gains, like the last scattered pieces of a puzzle, precisely pushed his massive point total towards the satisfactory round figure of 700. It felt like completing a necessary ritual, and only then did he contentedly return to his lodgings.

Inside the closed room, candlelight flickered. Yulon dismissed his attendants and let his consciousness sink into the mysterious system interface. A full 700 points vanished instantly, transforming into seven dazzling streams of light that tore through the veil of reality.

[Eternal Pointer] An ancient, broken bronze compass appeared in his hand. Its needle didn't point to magnetic north but stubbornly, slightly quivering, indicated a distant, fixed direction, as if silently proclaiming an eternal coordinate. —It didn't explain where it pointed, and it wasn't useful for now.

[Dass K's Goggles] A pair of smoothly designed goggles with eerily deep purple lenses. Wearing them, your world is no different than without them. —"Lysa, come, put these on." "..." "In front of your eyes, yes, just like that, hook them over your ears." "..." "Mhm, they look good!" "They look good? I feel silly." "What do you know? This is called being cute, adorable... Cough~~ This is how you thank your master for a gift?" "Oh, thank you, Master, for the gift. Lysa is very happy."

[Sky Island Pumpkin] An enormous pumpkin with peculiar cloud patterns and a pale blue hue on its skin, emitting a sweet and unfamiliar aroma. It seemed to be no ordinary crop.

[Stand-in Scarecrow] A palm-sized effigy crudely tied from withered black straw, emanating a faint aura of both ill omen and protection. It could automatically trigger during a fatal crisis, taking a deathly misfortune in your stead.

[Pirate King System: 9 Cubic Meters of Space] A separate void area suddenly opened in his consciousness. With a thought, the items he had just obtained instantly disappeared and reappeared at his will, as if extensions of his own being.

[Sea Pig Hormone Broth] A sealed stone urn. Upon opening it, an extremely rich aroma, a blend of the ocean's sweetness and a potent life energy, wafted out. A "revival" broth, it could dispel the cold, drive away fatigue, and rapidly restore strength and vitality to a body exhausted by chilling cold.

[Skill: Two Sword Style - Lv. 1] This is not merely wielding two swords; it is a combat philosophy deeply ingrained in blood and soul, elevating slaughter to a cruel art. As this ability merged with Yulon's will, all the mysteries of balance, rhythm, and the symphony of killing burst open.

Yulon's consciousness felt as if it were torn apart and reassembled. Countless combat images of dual-wielding flooded in—no longer the wild hacking favored by the Ironborn, but a different, exquisitely precise dance of slaughter. He instantly understood how to make two blades (whether a longsword and a dagger, or two distinctly different scimitars) extensions of his will, one attacking, one defending, yet instantaneously switching roles, forming an unending storm of death.

Each weapon possessed an independent "life" yet was perfectly integrated under his sole consciousness. The left hand drew circles, the right hand thrust squares; parrying and slashing occurred simultaneously; using the impact of one weapon to create a killing angle for the other... All these techniques became innate instincts, branded into his neural reflexes.

The core of this art lay in creating unblockable "gaps." When an opponent fully parried the fierce assault of one weapon, the other would strike like a viper from the blind spot of their vision and mind, heading straight for a fatal weakness. It demanded split-like concentration from the user, absolute control over distance, and the mad courage to put oneself in peril for a killing blow.

For Yulon, this skill arrived at the perfect time. It perfectly compensated for slight deficiencies in pure strength, refining his combat style from the wild abandon of a sea reaver into a deadly aesthetic—combining power, cunning, and ultimate efficiency—more suited to the complex environment of Essos. Where the twin blades danced, there lay the bloody path opened for him.

Yulon Greyjoy strode across the slippery cobblestones, his steps steady. The [Stand-in Scarecrow] emanated a faint, reassuring chill from within his tunic, while the intricate variations of [Skill: Two Sword Style] flowed silently in his mind, granting him the confidence to face the unknown.

Behind him, Lysa sported a pair of strangely shaped, deep purple [Dass K's Goggles] on her nose bridge, silently observing the subtle shifts in the surrounding energy flows. And "Cracked Jaw" Daggmo, like a vigilant warhound, kept his rough hand perpetually on his sword hilt, his eyes filled with an instinctive distrust of this heathen city.

"Rest well. Tomorrow, we'll go see the legendary Faceless Men!"