Attack on Titan

Essos, the Dothraki Sea.

The once-lush grassland was now strewn with corpses. A war had broken out between two khalasars, a large khalasar swallowing up a smaller one.

Without a doubt, the smaller khalasar had been crushed without any chance to fight back. It ended with the smaller khalasar's khal being beheaded. After clearing the battlefield, the Dothraki left, leaving the corpses exposed in the wilderness. As the hoofbeats gradually faded into the distance, silence returned to the grassland.

Three days later, vultures circled overhead, preparing to feast.

Just then, dark clouds had spread across the sky at some unknown point, with streaks of yellow lightning flashing through them from time to time.

With a boom, a bolt of yellow lightning struck down from the sky. Directly beneath it lay a dense mass of corpses.

The lightning struck straight into the tightly packed bodies below.

After the lightning struck, an arm suddenly reached out from among the corpses. The entire arm was covered in dried blood, giving it a dark red color.

The arm belonged to a boy who looked eleven or twelve. He used his hand to push aside the corpses weighing him down and crawled out from beneath them. As though he had exhausted all his strength, he collapsed onto the bodies, gasping for breath.

"Hah!" "Hah!" "Hah!"

A hideous wound stretched from the boy's right shoulder to the left side of his lower abdomen. It looked horrifying, but hot steam was slowly rising from it.

As the steam dispersed, the wound could be seen rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than half a minute, the hideous wound had healed.

Where am I? What happened to me? Why did I suddenly appear here?

The boy asked three bewildered questions in his mind, his left hand touching the place where the wound had been. Clearly, he still did not understand the situation before him or know why he had appeared here.

He had originally been an ordinary young man living in China who enjoyed watching anime and television dramas. He had been watching Game of Thrones for the second time on his computer while reading the Attack on Titan manga on his phone.

Because the anime was coming out too slowly, he could not wait to see the ending and had searched for the manga online. When he saw Eren beheaded by Mikasa, he could not accept it.

In his anger, he had hurled his phone at the computer, only for both devices to explode. Amid the explosion, he had dimly glimpsed a flash of yellow lightning. When he opened his eyes again, he was here.

As he puzzled over it, a sudden pain shot through his head, and scattered memories appeared in his mind.

In those memories, his name was Eren. He was twelve years old and had just become a Dothraki screamer in a khalasar. Although a twelve-year-old was still an elementary school student in the eyes of modern people, this brutal grassland did not care whether you were twelve or any other age. Here, at twelve, you had to pick up a blade and become a warrior, or you would be abandoned, killed, or enslaved.

His khalasar had only ten thousand people, of whom only five thousand could fight, even counting children like him. They had encountered a large khalasar that was expanding. It had thirty thousand people, twenty thousand of whom could fight.

Without a doubt, the battle had ended with his side's khal being beheaded by the enemy. He, too, had lost his life in the conflict after a blade struck him from his right shoulder.

"Khal, khalasar, the Dothraki Sea... Have I actually transmigrated into Game of Thrones? I don't know what point in the timeline this is, but I can figure that out later." The boy had never imagined that something like transmigration could happen to him. He touched the place where his wound had disappeared.

"How did my wound heal so quickly? And this steam... Could it be because I was reading the Attack on Titan manga,

"and brought titan powers with me when I transmigrated? And this body's name is Eren. Is this fate?" "In that case, I'll use this name from now on. Although I'm not someone who pursues freedom, I don't want anyone taking mine away, either. If others want to take my freedom, I can only take theirs."

The boy, now Eren (the protagonist would be referred to as Eren from now on), silently swore in his heart that to survive in this cruel world, he absolutely could not be softhearted. He had to fight, to keep fighting.

But his most pressing task was to find somewhere inhabited. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to survive alone on this endless grassland.

"I'll collect some meat and blood from these dead horses first. Otherwise, without food, never mind finding people-I'll starve to death sooner or later. There's no fire, but it's not as though the Dothraki have never eaten raw meat."

"Although I've never eaten it myself, I'll store some for now and eat it when I really can't stand the hunger anymore. After all, the grassland is so vast that I might not catch up with that khalasar from before. Of course, it would be better if I could. I'd have somewhere to stay."

Eren thought to himself. Having lived in the modern world and never eaten raw meat, he did not think he could stomach it, but he also knew that people could eat anything when they were hungry enough. Being unable to bring himself to eat it now did not mean he would still be unable to when he was about to starve. He would collect some first.

It would certainly be better if he could find people while he still had strength, but if he could not, this would be his emergency food supply.

Eren found some better parts on the horse carcasses scattered across the ground, places that had neither rotted nor been eaten by crows or vultures. He picked up some broken weapons from the ground and cut off some horsemeat.

He also stripped the animal hides off some dead Dothraki to use as wrapping.

After gathering his things and bundling them up, Eren thought, Judging by the steam earlier, this is undoubtedly a titan's power. Why not try turning into a titan first? If I can, I'll have the means to make my way through this world.

Immediately, he bit down hard on his hand, sending blood splattering, while intensely focusing on turning into a titan.

Yellow lightning flashed around him, and his entire body was enveloped in yellow light. For a fleeting moment, Eren seemed to see a space containing an enormous pillar of light.

By the time Eren came to his senses, his body had been encased in bones that appeared out of thin air, with countless strands of flesh and blood weaving over them to form his body.

Then, on the endless grassland, an enormous fifty-meter-tall figure appeared in a crater blasted out by the explosion. It had pointed ears, glowing green eyes, a suit of armor, and steam rising from its entire body.

The titan stood upon the earth. This world would be shrouded in the terror of being ruled by titans.

From the nape of the titan's neck, Eren observed his surroundings through its eyes and saw his titan form.

My titan form has armor and pointed ears, and there's the blast radius, too. I also don't feel much stamina being consumed. It seems quite possible that I have the Power of the Nine Giants in one body. Then I might not have the thirteen-year lifespan limit. After all, Eren and the others received the Power of the Giants split off from Ymir, while mine might have been bestowed directly by Hallucigenia. Next, I'll try the War Hammer Titan's power, Eren thought. (This Eren referred to the protagonist of Attack on Titan.)

With a wave of the titan's hand, a hammer slowly formed in its grasp. He swung it a few times and felt that the expenditure was manageable, then controlled the ground within four hundred meters of himself, making countless spikes shoot straight out of it.

"That move uses a little more energy. I can use it about five times. As for the other titan powers, the Founding Titan's and Beast Titan's powers aren't easy to manifest directly." Through this transformation, Eren had gained a rough understanding of his strength. He examined the hoofprints on the ground and ran in that direction.