Reborn as Jon Snow with God System

The dragon egg rested before me, its surface dark and smooth, with veins of gold running through it like rivers of molten power. It seemed to pulse with an energy that I could almost feel in the air around it. This wasn't just any dragon egg—this was something far more powerful, a creature that would one day grow into a beast capable of reshaping the world of Westeros. But the question was, how do I hatch it?

"System," I called out mentally, focusing on the egg. "How can I hatch this dragon egg?"

*Ding!* The system responded instantly. "*Host, you must pour your magic into the egg. The dragon egg will absorb the magic from you and from the nature around you. After absorbing enough magic, the egg will hatch.*"

I nodded, understanding the process. But then another thought crossed my mind. The Targaryens had their own rituals for hatching dragon eggs, involving fire and blood, and a strong connection to the dragon inside. Maybe that would work too?

"System, can I perform the magic ritual of the Targaryens and hatch the egg that way?"

*Ding!* "*No, host. You cannot hatch this dragon egg with a regular magic ritual. This dragon egg is different and far more powerful. It requires more energy to hatch than a regular dragon egg.*"

That made sense. After all, this wasn't just a regular dragon—this was King Ghidorah. A beast of such immense power couldn't be brought into the world with something as simple as a Targaryen ritual. The energy required to bring such a creature to life had to be astronomical.

"Okay then," I thought, considering my options. "I have one more question. Can the egg absorb chakra if I pour it in?"

*Ding!* "*Yes, host. The egg can absorb all types of energy from you, including chakra. Because of your connection to the egg, it will accept any energy you provide.*"

This was even better than I'd hoped. With my chakra reserves, I could pour in vast amounts of energy, speeding up the hatching process. And with my knowledge and abilities, I could draw on other sources of power as well. This egg was going to hatch, and when it did, the world would tremble.

But first, I needed to make sure I was prepared. There was so much to learn, so much to do. I had access to the Library of Knowledge, a repository of infinite information from across the multiverse. It was all in my mind, accessible at any time. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how incredible this gift was. I could learn anything, anytime, without limits.

"I need to start studying," I thought, feeling a surge of excitement. "The sooner I grow powerful, the sooner I can begin my plans."

But what exactly were my plans? Sure, I could easily conquer the Seven Kingdoms with the powers I was gaining, but would that really be fulfilling? Would it be enough to just sit on the Iron Throne, ruling over a land that I could have taken in a matter of days?

After thinking it over, I came to a conclusion that sent a thrill through me. Conquering Westeros wouldn't be enough. It would be too easy, too quick. No, if I was going to build something truly great, something that would last, I needed to start from scratch. I needed to build my own kingdom.

The idea took root in my mind, growing stronger by the second. Yes, that was the answer. I wouldn't just take over someone else's kingdom—I would create my own. A kingdom that would be the strongest in the world, not because of my power, but because of the people and the society I would build. A kingdom founded on strength, knowledge, and unity.

But where would I build it? The Seven Kingdoms were already claimed, and any attempt to take land from one of the existing rulers would start a war that, while winnable, would be more trouble than it was worth. No, I needed unclaimed land, a place where I could start fresh.

The answer was obvious: the lands beyond the Wall. The far north was harsh, cold, and largely uninhabitable by ordinary standards. But with my powers, it wouldn't stay that way for long. The wildlings may not follow anyone, but I could bring them together under a new banner. A banner of power, protection, and prosperity.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized how perfect it was. The lands beyond the Wall were vast and largely unexplored. With the power of Hashirama Senju, I could turn the frozen wastelands into fertile ground, creating forests, rivers, and fields where nothing but ice and snow had existed before. Food wouldn't be a problem—I could grow enough to feed a hundred thousand people in minutes.

But it wasn't just about food. The real challenge would be creating a society that could thrive in this new world. The wildlings were fierce, independent people, but they lacked the unity and discipline needed to build something lasting. That's where I would come in.

"I'll make them follow me," I thought, feeling a surge of determination. "I'll offer them protection from the White Walkers, a chance to build something greater than they've ever known. And if they resist, well… I have ways of convincing them."

I would use my charisma to win them over, showing them that I wasn't just another ruler trying to impose my will on them. I was offering them a future, a chance to be part of something bigger than themselves. And if that didn't work, I had other means at my disposal. But I was confident that most of them would see the benefits of joining me voluntarily.

Once the wildlings were united under my rule, I would turn my attention to the White Walkers. The legends were true—I knew that much. But they were no match for the power I now wielded. I had the strength of Hashirama Senju, the knowledge of countless worlds, and soon, I would have a dragon of unparalleled power. The army of the dead would fall before me, and I would ensure that my kingdom was the last line of defense against the darkness.

But my ambitions didn't stop there. Once my kingdom was established, I would begin to expand. I would send out emissaries to the other lands, offering them the chance to join me willingly. Those who accepted would be welcomed as equals, given the knowledge and power to thrive. Those who resisted would be shown the error of their ways.

I would create a new order, a world united under a single banner. A world where knowledge was power, and strength was respected. A world where the weak were protected, but only if they were willing to contribute to the greater good.

As these thoughts ran through my mind, I felt a sense of purpose that I had never experienced before. This was what I had been reborn for. Not just to live out the events of *Game of Thrones*, but to change the course of history. To build something that would last for generations, long after I was gone.

"System," I said aloud, a smile spreading across my face, "it's time to start training. I need to be ready for what's to come."

*Ding!* "*Yes, host. Training Dimension activated.*"

In an instant, I was transported to a new space, a vast, open field that stretched as far as the eye could see. The air was fresh, the sky clear. This was the Training Dimension of God, a place where time moved differently, where I could spend years honing my skills without a single second passing in the real world. I could easily adjust time flow here.

I looked around, feeling the energy of the place. It was perfect. Here, I would master the Wood Style of Hashirama Senju, learn the ancient magics of Westeros, and study the infinite knowledge of the multiverse, complete my Tamplates. I would become a force to be reckoned with, a true god among men.

I clenched my fist, feeling the power surging through me. The future was mine to shape, and I wasn't going to waste a single moment. There was so much to do, so much to learn. But I had time—time and power on my side.

And when I finally emerged from this place, the world would be forever changed. The Seven Kingdoms, the White Walkers, the entire continent of Westeros—they were all just stepping stones on my path to greatness.

"Let's get started," I said, my voice filled with determination.

And with that, I dove into my training, the first steps on a journey that would reshape the world as we knew it.