Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

After twenty days and nights of sailing on the high seas, the "Haoyin" was like a black blade, precisely cutting through more than 60% of the unknown waters of the Narrow Sea, before sailing into the even colder and more mysterious Trembling Sea.

When the colossal Titan statue, revered as the guardian of Braavos, emerged from the sea mist like a mountain range, overlooking every passing ship with its unchanging presence, Euron knew that the first stage of his journey had ended and he was about to reach Braavos.

A cold, impersonal system notification silently surfaced deep within his consciousness:

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

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

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

[Exploration: You have discovered Braavos and earned 120 points.]

With a total of 620 points, plus the 30 points he had left, he now has 650 points.

Braavos, on Euron's first day of arrival, he met the Red Viper and also met with Marieu.

Mario arranged for Euron to stay in the Purple Harbor district, a bustling, safe, and easily accessible area. However, Euron did not immediately step into that comfortable lair.

In the dead of night, Euron, like a ghost, moved swiftly along the misty canal banks, his gaze sweeping over the distinctive places: the Green Eel Inn, a gathering place for sailors, filled with the smells of fish and ale; the Black Ship Workshop, permeated with the scents of tung oil and rust, echoing with the rough laughter of shipbuilders; the Mologo Temple, a small temple dedicated to some exotic deity, its incense swirling in the air; the Exiles' Inn, a gathering place for the disillusioned and the exiled; the House of Seven Lamps, flickering with academic candlelight and debate; and the Cat's Den brothel, shrouded in ambiguous light and soft whispers...

An indescribable restlessness, or perhaps an obsession with "perfection," drove him into the bustling streets at dusk.

He wasn't doing this for pleasure, but rather on a unique "pilgrimage." Euron wanted to accumulate his current points to a round number so he could use the One Piece system to draw lots before starting his journey, giving himself an extra advantage.

Each time he stepped into a new place, he would pause briefly to savor its unique atmosphere. Then, a faint notification of his points would ring in his mind—5 points, 10 points… These fragmented gains, like the last scattered pieces of a puzzle, precisely pushed his enormous total points toward the satisfying 700-point mark. As if completing a necessary ritual, he would then return to his residence with a sense of contentment.

Inside the tightly closed room, the candlelight flickered. You Lun dismissed those around him, his mind sinking into the mysterious system interface. A full 700 points instantly evaporated, transforming into seven dazzling streaks of light that tore through the veil of reality.

[The Eternal Pointer] An ancient, broken bronze compass appeared in his hand. Its pointer didn't point to the magnetic poles, but stubbornly, with a slight tremor, pointed to a distant and fixed location, as if silently proclaiming an eternal coordinate. —It didn't specify where it pointed, so it wasn't needed for now.

【Tarz Ki's Glasses】A pair of sleek goggles with eerily deep purple lenses. Wearing them, your world is practically the same as not wearing them. ———— "Lisa, come on, put these on." "..." "Wear them in front of your eyes, yes, like that, hook them on your ears." "..." "Hmm, looks good!" "Does it look good? Why do you look so silly?" "What do you know? This is called cute, adorable... cough~~ Is this how you treat a gift?" "Oh, thank you for the gift, Master. Lisa is very happy."

【Sky Island Pumpkin】A huge pumpkin with strange cloud patterns and a light blue color on its skin, exuding a sweet yet unfamiliar aroma, it seems to be no ordinary crop.

【Scapegoat Scarecrow】A doll no bigger than a palm, roughly bound with withered black straw, exuding a faint aura of both ominousness and protection. It can be automatically triggered in a fatal crisis, allowing the doll to take the fall for someone who is about to die.

[One Piece System: 9 cubic meter space] A separate void area suddenly opened up in his consciousness. With a thought, the items he had just obtained disappeared instantly and reappeared at his command.

【Sea Boar and Pork Hormone Soup】A sealed stone urn, once opened, releases an extremely rich aroma, a blend of the sweetness of the ocean and a powerful life energy. This "resurrection" soup can dispel chills, dispel fatigue, and quickly restore strength to a body exhausted by cold.

[Skill: Dual Wielding - lv1] This is not simply wielding two swords, but a combat philosophy deeply rooted in blood and soul, elevating slaughter to a cruel art. When this ability merges with Euron's will, all the mysteries of balance, rhythm, and the symphony of slaughter are revealed.

Euron's consciousness seemed to be torn apart and reassembled, countless images of dual-wielding combat flooding in like a tidal wave—no longer the wild slashing typical of the Ironborn, but a different kind of exquisitely precise dance of killing. He instantly understood how to transform the two weapons (whether longsword and dagger, or two completely different scimitars) into extensions of his own will, one for offense, the other for defense, yet switching between offense and defense in an instant, forming an endless storm of death.

Each weapon possesses its own independent "life," yet they are perfectly integrated under his singular thought. His left hand draws circles, his right hand thrusts squares; parrying and slashing occur simultaneously; the impact force of one weapon creates a fatal angle for another... All these skills are like innate instincts, imprinted on his nerve reflexes.

The core of this art lies in creating an indefensible "gap." While the opponent is fully parrying the onslaught of one weapon, another, like a venomous snake, will silently pierce through the blind spots of their vision and thought, striking directly at the fatal weakness. It requires the user to possess splitting concentration, absolute control over distance, and a mad courage to put themselves in danger in order to achieve a fatal blow.

For Euron, the arrival of this skill was perfectly timed. It perfectly compensated for his slight lack of pure strength, refining his fighting style from the unrestrained ferocity of a sea raider into a deadly aesthetic that combined power, cunning, and extreme efficiency, more suited to the complex environment of Essos. Wherever his twin blades danced, a bloody path opened for him.

Euron Greyjoy strode steadily along the slippery cobblestone path. The [Scapegoat] in his arms emanated a faint, reassuring chill, while the intricate variations of [Skill: Dual Wielding] flowed silently through his mind, giving him the confidence to face the unknown.

Behind her, Lisa now wore a pair of strangely shaped glasses with deep purple lenses, known as "Darth's Glasses," silently observing the subtle changes in the flow of energy around her; while "Rending" Dagmo, like a wary mastiff, kept his rough hands on the hilt of his sword, his eyes filled with an instinctive distrust of this pagan city.

"Get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll go see the legendary Faceless One!"