Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 8: The Secret of Valyrian Steel

A thousand readers, a thousand Hamlets.

From Joffrey's perspective at this time, reading "A History of Four Kings," he only gleaned the irresistible decline of the Targaryen dynasty after losing their dragons.

Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the Unworthy, and Daeron the Good—four kings who either flaunted military might, maintained peace, indulged in lechery, or cleared away corruption.

Everything was no different from a normal feudal dynasty.

And that was precisely the biggest problem.

Without dragons as a crutch, the Targaryen dynasty could still be maintained, but it no longer had the strength to suppress the rise of noble houses.

Even if every king was wise and virtuous, with refined political acumen, the dynasty's decline was only a matter of time.

No dragons, no Targaryen dynasty.

Joffrey gently stroked the Valyrian steel sword with its night-colored hue. My dynasty's fate depends on you.

He had great confidence in his golden finger.

Being able to perceive and see already meant a great deal. Countless theories and studies were stuck on the inability to observe.

Like here, although it was a magical world, people couldn't directly recognize or observe magic.

Because of this, magical research was extremely difficult, and the transmission and inheritance were even more challenging.

The ancient magical civilization had long been lost.

In the public's current understanding, all magic was mysterious, an unreplicable accident and miracle, without any clear rules.

Magic gradually became a legend.

It was truly a pity. Clearly possessing the potential for a magical civilization, it had developed into an ordinary world at a medieval level.

Now that he possessed such unparalleled talent, perhaps he could make the world more magical.

Joffrey was full of motivation.

The secret of Valyrian steel was the starting point of his magical path.

"Alyn, bring some more swords!"

Joffrey instructed his squire. The performance data of Valyrian steel was almost tested; it was time to verify that guess.

"As you command."

Alyn Lantell understood his position.

As the son of a merchant from Lannisport, being able to squeeze next to the crown prince meant his ability and temperament naturally surpassed ordinary people.

Although the crown prince had given him an extremely arduous task and inexplicably destroyed so many steel swords, Alyn remained silent, resolutely obeying any order, standing guard to the very end.

Joffrey's attention was entirely on the Valyrian steel sword in his hand.

With so many people in the Red Keep, he could only conduct experiments circuitously. After groping since last night, he finally made some discoveries.

Beneath the white light of Valyrian steel were white, faint light patterns similar to those on glass candles.

Every time a Valyrian steel sword cut through an ordinary steel sword, or collided with equivalent force, the white light would dim slightly, until it reached a certain level of darkness, and the faint light patterns would appear.

If it continued, the patterns would also disappear, and Joffrey would lose his sense of them.

After that, the Valyrian steel's destructive power against other weapons would slightly decrease, and damage would even occur when facing Valyrian steel with white light.

Fortunately, the patterns and white light could slowly recover, but the sensitivity of gems and crystal balls would decrease accordingly.

Joffrey roughly understood.

The Valyrians used excellent, unique techniques to manufacture steel, and then used some method to imbue it with sustainable magic, which created the complete and perfect Valyrian steel.

Was it that pattern? How to do it?

"Your Highness, the swords are here."

Alyn brought a large pile of gold cloak's standard longswords with several servants.

Joffrey randomly selected a steel sword. Could the pattern turn this sword into Valyrian steel? He had to try.

"All of you, leave. I want to rest."

The dark night and the indoor candlelight were very convincing, but looking at the steel sword in the prince's hand, Alyn really couldn't believe this statement.

"As you command."

Alyn turned and left with the servants, not forgetting to express his loyalty before closing the door, "If Your Highness needs anything, just ring the bell. Your loyal squire is always at your beck and call."

Joffrey only waved his hand.

If nothing unexpected happened, he wouldn't need this guy to serve him for several months.

Valyrian steel.

Wahahaha, listen, let me see.

… …

The fragrant candle, as thick as a maiden's wrist, was two or three finger joints shorter.

Joffrey wearily rubbed his eyes.

During this time, he tried all the methods he could think of.

Smearing blood on the Valyrian steel, silently thinking about the structure of the pattern on the steel sword, using Valyrian steel to engrave the pattern on the steel sword, writing with blood, tracing with "magic source" gem crystals.

Using a Valyrian steel dagger with ample white light to cut the Valyrian steel chain links that had lost their white light, embedding the fragments of the chain links with patterns into the steel sword.

Even meditating on the pattern in his mind. Chanting all the bizarre syllables and words he could think of.

The results were disappointing. The pattern would not transfer, the ordinary steel sword did not change in any way, and meditation and chanting were useless.

The secret of Valyrian steel seemed tantalizingly out of reach.

Joffrey tugged on the rope of the summoning bell.

Research and development required the accumulation of time and opportunity. It was better to rest early; there was plenty of time.

Alyn quickly appeared. "Your Highness?"

"Dispose of all these swords," Joffrey pointed to the pile on the ground, "They're useless now."

The squire quickly acted.

After completing the task, Alyn glanced at the crown prince's figure and quietly retreated.

Joffrey had already fallen asleep.

Perhaps due to excessive energy consumption, he slept quite peacefully and even had a sweet dream.

In his dream, he had already ascended the throne and become emperor.

The Iron Throne's majesty reached its peak, and lords and vassals all bowed their heads.

His people were quiet and obedient, his laws were absolutely enforced, his decrees were implemented in the Seven Kingdoms, his army was invincible, and the armor and weapons equipped by hundreds of thousands of soldiers were all Valyrian steel.

Valyrian steel.

He dreamed of that white pattern.

With almost no effort, the pattern became clearer and brighter.

Gradually, the pattern, which only existed in fantasy, seemed to cross a certain boundary, producing a hint of mysterious charm, instantly occupying the entire dream.

Joffrey forgot to breathe, falling into a state of ignorant and unconscious chaos.

Fortunately, it didn't last long. All the Valyrian steel in the bedroom seemed to resonate, and the white light suddenly brightened, then completely disappeared.

The pattern in the dream, however, shone brightly, extending, supplementing, and interpreting itself in an instant, shaking off all the shackles and transforming into something more complex and mysterious.

The tangible pattern disappeared, and the intangible one was born.

The dream ended.

Joffrey suddenly sat up, opened his eyes, and gasped for breath, nervously observing his surroundings, as if he had just encountered some indescribable horror.

Under the faint candlelight, everything in the bedroom was normally arranged. Quiet, safe.

He breathed a sigh of relief, gradually calmed down, and then noticed that all the Valyrian steel products placed in the bedroom had lost their sense, white light, and patterns.

More than a dozen pieces of Valyrian steel, dozens of patterns, were all gone.

After being stunned for a while, he held his breath and concentrated, and began to meditate.

Darkness and nothingness lasted for a while, and the intangible suddenly appeared in his consciousness, making him feel its existence.

I succeeded?! This isn't a dream, is it?

Joffrey got out of bed and walked to the mirror. In the mirror, a familiar white light was shining on his forehead.

He was completely relieved.

Recalling the many twists and turns tonight, he couldn't help but sigh at the fickleness of the goddess of fate. You can't force it; after giving up hope, it comes to your door instead.

In addition, the magic in the plot is often linked to people's dreams, which doesn't seem accidental.

It's just a pity about those Valyrian steel.

But since he could obtain "it," this key to open the door to mysterious magic, everything was worth it.

Joffrey vaguely felt the sublimation of his mind and soul.

He laughed wantonly.

The game of power, A Song of Ice and Fire, whether swords and magic, now he had the capital to gamble.

Stannis, Varys, Renly, the Citadel, the White Walkers... all rebels and enemies will eventually become stepping stones under the throne!

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