Reborn as Jon Snow with God System

Chapter 17 : The God's Attack

As I sat in my room, it dawned on me that while I appeared to be 7 years old to my family, in truth, I was far older. The 10 years I spent in the training dimension of the gods had aged me beyond what anyone here could comprehend. For me, it had been a decade of intense training, but outside, only 10 minutes had passed. The time dilation was one of the perks of training with gods, and now, at the age of 17, I was far more powerful than anyone in this world could imagine. Yet, to the people of Winterfell, to my family, I was still just a child.

I sighed, deciding it was best to maintain appearances. They didn't need to know the truth. With a swift movement, I weaved the hand signs for the **Transformation Jutsu[Created by me by using Akimichi clan, I created a jutsu in which I can shrink or expand my body]**. My body shifted and morphed, shrinking back into the appearance of my 7-year-old self. The people of this world were blind to chakra; they couldn't sense it, couldn't understand it. To them, I was still a child—though a particularly odd one. But there was something else I could sense in this world: magic. It was not very thick in the air, woven into the very fabric of nature. I could feel it because of my sage training, a connection to the natural world that allowed me to observe even the faintest traces of magic.

Suddenly, pain exploded through my skull.

"AAHH!" I screamed, clutching my head as the searing pain shot through me like a lightning bolt. My vision blurred, and I staggered to the bed. What was happening? Why did my head feel like it was being split open?

"System!" I gasped through the pain. "What's happening to me? Analyze this now!"

The familiar sound of the system's voice chimed in my mind.

**Ding! Host, your mind was breached. Someone or something attempted to access your Memories. However, thanks to the mental barriers of the Yamanaka Clan that you developed during your time in the training dimension, the intrusion was repelled.**

I groaned, the pain slowly beginning to ebb, though a dull throb remained.

"Breached? In this weak world? Impossible. I'm the most powerful being here. Who could possibly breach my mind?" quickly answer me system

**Ding! Yes, Host. The entity that attempted the breach was indeed powerful. Without your Yamanaka Clan techniques, they would have succeeded.**

My heart raced as I sat up, sweat beading on my forehead. If it weren't for those mental barriers I'd created when I was bored in the training dimension, I'd be at their mercy. But who had the power to attack my mind in this world? It couldn't be any of the people here. They were too weak.

"System," I asked, gritting my teeth, "Who is strong enough in this world to breach my mind?"

**Ding! Host, only the gods of the Game of Thrones world are capable of such an intrusion.**

The gods. The Old Gods, the New Gods, and the Lord of Light. I'd heard about them in stories, but I'd always assumed they were distant, indifferent forces, not ones to intervene directly. Could they have sensed me? My power? It was possible. With the chakra of Hashirama Senju flowing through me, and my mastery of sage techniques, and with the powerful magic is flowing through me. I had become a presence unlike anything they had ever encountered.

"Do you mean the gods that people follow?" I asked, thinking back to the various religions of this world. "The Old Gods, the New Gods, the Lord of Light?"

**Ding! Yes, Host. It is likely that one or more of these entities has taken notice of your presence. They may perceive you as a threat or as an anomaly, and are attempting to learn more about you.**

I cursed under my breath. So the gods had taken notice of me. They must have sensed the shift in the world's balance, the arrival of a being with power far beyond what they were accustomed to. My power had likely triggered some alarm, prompting them to investigate. If it weren't for the Yamanaka Clan's mental barriers, they would have pried into my mind, learning all my secrets.

I needed to act fast.

Without wasting any more time, I sat cross-legged on my bed and dove into my mindscape. If the gods were going to play this game, I would be ready. In the mindscape, I could see the mental walls I had already erected—thick barriers of chakra, intricately woven with the techniques of the Yamanaka Clan. But they wouldn't be enough if a god truly wanted to break in. I needed more. I needed to be invincible.

I delved deeper into the library of knowledge stored in my mind, tapping into the infinite techniques I had learned during my time in the training dimension. There were countless mental defense techniques in the Yamanaka Clan's arsenal, and I absorbed them all. One by one, I applied them, reinforcing my mind with new layers of protection. Each new technique added another barrier, another layer of defense. By the time I was done, there were hundreds of mental walls, stacked upon each other like an impenetrable fortress.

No god would breach my mind now. Not even if they tried for an eternity.

When I opened my eyes, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The gods might have taken notice of me, but I was ready. Whatever they threw at me next, they wouldn't find an easy target. I was safe—for now.

Feeling secure, I stood up and glanced around my room. Everything was as I had left it. Ten years had passed for me, but it had only been 10 minutes in this world. Time was a fickle thing.

I needed some fresh air. I left my room, careful not to draw any attention, and made my way towards the forest. There, hidden from prying eyes, I could finally focus on what needed to be done next. There was much to prepare for, and the gods wouldn't stop with one attempt.

As I reached the edge of the woods, I felt the familiar pulse of magic.