
by Yatoo
Erwin beat the final boss after twenty-four straight hours of grinding. Before he could even enjoy it, the lights went out. He woke up wearing his own character's skin, in Westeros, the world of ice and fire, and he hadn't come alone: his gold, his gear, and a black dragon still warm from her last kill came with him. No sense fighting what couldn't be undone. If this was his second life, he meant to make it count, and who knew, maybe a nobody from another world could end up on the Iron Throne.
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