Reborn as Jon Snow with God System

Jon Snow stood at the gates of Winterfell, watching the skies as his two eagles soared above him, their wings slicing through the cold air. It had been just three weeks since they had hatched, yet they were already the size of fully grown eagles. His powerful ritual, infused with all the magic he had accumulated from the training dimension of the gods, had accelerated their growth beyond the natural world. The ritual had cost him almost every drop of his magical energy and chakra, and he had the largest reservs of magic and Chakra yet the ritual drained me, but the results were astounding. The eagles, young yet majestic, could already fly with ease, a feat that would normally take weeks for an eagle of their age to achieve.

He felt their exhilaration through his Warg bond, a gift that allowed him to connect with animals no matter the distance. The connection with these eagles was strong, but nothing compared to the bond he had with his dragon, Ghidorah. Jon missed Ghidorah terribly, the dragon left behind in the training dimension of the gods to grow and train for greater challenges ahead. It had been more than a month since Jon had returned to Winterfell, and despite the power and knowledge he had gained, he longed for the presence of his dragon. Ghidorah was not just a beast; he was Jon's protector, an extension of his will, and the anchor that grounded him in his quest for power.

But the eagles were a powerful addition to his abilities, and Jon knew they would prove useful in his explorations beyond the Wall. With a mere thought, Jon ordered the eagles to head north, beyond the frozen Wall that separated the realms of men from the untamed wilderness. He needed to know more about the land, the creatures, and most importantly, the dangers that lay in wait. The eagles flapped their wings, disappearing into the cold northern skies at incredible speed.

Satisfied, Jon turned and walked back toward Winterfell. His focus shifted momentarily to a new challenge—his progress with the Joichiro Saiba character template. He had poured countless hours into honing his culinary skills, learning to control fire, heat, and even the delicate art of flavor manipulation. The template was at 73% completion, and Jon knew that once he fully mastered it, he could unlock a new character template—one that would grant him even more formidable abilities. But for now, cooking was a welcome distraction from the harsh realities of the world beyond the Wall.

As Jon pondered his next steps, time passed, and his wood clones continued their relentless exploration of the far North. They had been tirelessly searching for two months, combing through frozen forests, icy mountains, and hidden caves. Among the many creatures they encountered were the legendary Children of the Forest. Jon's wood clone had spotted them in a cave, speaking with an ancient man who appeared to be communing with a weirwood tree. Jon had recognized the old man as the Three-Eyed Raven but chose not to reveal himself, observing in silence before retreating. He knew that the Children of the Forest and the Three-Eyed Raven held ancient knowledge, but for now, he had other priorities.

Three months passed, and Jon's scouts—both his eagles and his wood clones—had thoroughly explored the lands beyond the Wall. He sat in his room, reviewing their reports, calculating the potential of each region. The North was a frozen wasteland, stretching endlessly with little promise for agriculture or civilization. The Night King and his army of the dead roamed freely, slaughtering any who dared venture too close and raising the fallen into their undead ranks. His scouts reported that the Night King's forces were concentrated in the deep northeast, their relentless march driving them farther from the Wall.

But Jon's exploration had uncovered something unexpected in the far northwest. Thousands of kilometers from the Wall, past the territories of the Free Folk and deep into uncharted lands, his wood clones had discovered a region that was different. This land was frozen, like the rest of the North, but it was devoid of human life or the presence of the dead. There were no White Walkers, no armies of the Night King, not even Wildlings. Only wild animals, fierce and dangerous, roamed the landscape.

What made this region truly unique, however, was its proximity to the ocean. A hundred kilometers from the northernmost edge of the land, the sea stretched out endlessly, crashing against the frozen shore. This, Jon realized, could be the end of the land itself—the point where the continent of Westeros met the vast ocean. His scouts hadn't ventured beyond the sea, but Jon's intuition told him that this was a strategic location, one that could serve as the foundation for something greater.

Jon's mind raced with possibilities. The land may be desolate, but it was far enough from the Night King's influence to remain relatively safe for now. And with the ocean so close, he could build ships and establish trade routes to the south. It would be a long and arduous journey, but he had the power of Hashirama's abilities, which allowed him to manipulate the very essence of nature. With the knowledge of library of knowledge , he could summon trees and timber, construct vessels, and carve out a kingdom in this forsaken land.

"I will build my kingdom here," Jon whispered to himself, staring at the maps his wood clones had drawn. The land was harsh, but Jon had faced harshness before. The power he wielded was unmatched, and with time, he could turn this frozen wasteland into a fortress of unimaginable strength.

The first step was to establish a base. He would need resources, workers, and supplies, but those could come later. For now, Jon focused on fortifying his new territory. His wood clones would start crafting structures from the surrounding wilderness, and with his control over nature, the process would be swift. The ferocious animals that roamed the land could be tamed or driven away. His eagles, ever vigilant in the skies, would ensure that no threat approached without him knowing.

As Jon finalized his plans, his mind wandered to the future. He had the potential to unite the North beyond the Wall, to create a kingdom unlike any Westeros had ever seen. He would forge alliances with the Free Folk, the Children of the Forest, and perhaps even the Three-Eyed Raven if it came to that. His kingdom would be a place of magic, power, and unyielding strength—a kingdom built not on politics or wealth, but on the raw power of the Himself, who has godlike power and the ancient magics of the world.

Jon Snow, once the bastard of Winterfell, now a Warg, a wielder of ancient powers, and a ruler in his own right, would rise as a king in the frozen lands beyond the Wall. Only time would tell how far his power would grow, but one thing was certain: the North would never be the same again.