Reborn as Jon Snow with God System

Jon Snow stood at the helm of a vast migration, guiding 100,000 wildlings through the treacherous lands of the North. The air was frigid, the howling winds a constant reminder of the perils ahead. Suddenly, a memory from one of his shadow clones struck him, sharp and vivid like a sword to his mind. The memory revealed a dire situation—giants under siege by the undead and the Night King himself. His expression hardened, his resolve clear.

Without hesitation, Jon created another wood clone to lead the wildlings in his stead. "Take them safely to the promised land," he commanded, his voice firm yet reassuring. Then, using the Flying Thunder God technique, he disappeared in a flash of lightning, reappearing near the camp of the embattled giants where his other clone had been stationed.

The sight before him was grim. Thousands of undead soldiers swarmed the giants and their mammoths, overwhelming them with sheer numbers. The Night King sat atop his deathly steed, observing the carnage with icy detachment. Jon's jaw tightened as he observed the massacre. "Not today," he muttered, gripping the twin Valyrian steel blades at his side.

The Night King's gaze met Jon's, their silent challenge cutting through the chaos. Jon smirked, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "Let's see if you're truly worthy to stand in my way," he whispered.

Channeling the power of chakra through his body, Jon infused his blades with potent magic, their edges glowing with a fierce light. Then, like a phantom, he blurred into motion, dashing toward the undead army with blinding speed. His movements were almost imperceptible, his strikes devastating.

With each swing of his swords, scores of undead fell, their bodies disintegrating as the Valyrian steel and magic obliterated them completely. He was a whirlwind of death, a force of nature that even the giants paused to marvel at. Mammoths trumpeted in awe, and the giants whispered among themselves, unsure if the being before them was man or god.

Jon's attacks were relentless, his physical prowess unmatched. he moved with such precision and power that not a single undead could touch him. The battlefield became his domain, and he was the reaper, cutting through the dead with ease.

The Night King, usually stoic, appeared unsettled. His icy horse neighed uneasily as Jon's devastating assault turned the tide of battle. For the first time, the Night King retreated, his generals following close behind. Victory was Jon's, but his work was not yet done.

Breathing softly, Jon turned to the giants, his voice ringing with authority. "Follow me," he commanded. His tone left no room for argument, and though many giants feared him, they knew he was their savior.

As they began to march behind him, Jon surveyed the carnage. Dead bodies littered the ground, a grim testament to the battle that had just unfolded. Raising his hands, he formed a series of hand seals and released a torrent of flames. "Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!" he roared. A tidal wave of fire erupted from his mouth, consuming the battlefield and reducing the undead corpses to ash.

The giants stared in awe, their massive forms dwarfed by the sheer intensity of Jon's power. To them, he was no mere man—he was a god of death, a savior clad in mortal flesh.

Jon turned to face the giants, his expression calm yet commanding. "I am not here to fight you," he declared, his voice carrying over the still-burning embers of the battlefield. "I am here to offer you something greater."

The giants exchanged wary glances, uncertain of his intentions. One stepped forward, his immense frame towering over Jon. "What do you offer, human?" the giant rumbled.

Jon met his gaze without flinching. "I offer you a place to live—a place where you won't be hunted by the dead, where you won't starve, and where you can thrive without fear. I am building a kingdom, one where giants and men can coexist, free from the terror of the Night King."

His words hung in the air, their weight undeniable. The giants murmured among themselves, their skepticism slowly giving way to hope. For too long, they had wandered the frozen wastelands, hunted and starving. Jon's promise was like a dream, too good to be true.

Finally, the leader of the giants stepped forward. His name was Mag the Mighty, a towering figure of unparalleled strength and authority among his kind. "Your words are bold, Jon Snow," Mag said. "But in our tradition, we only follow the strongest. If you wish for us to join you, you must prove your strength." even though I know that I am no match for you, still I must fight you to follow you.

Jon nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Very well. I'll defeat you without my blades, using only my fists."

The giants gasped in shock as Jon performed the Super Multi-Size Technique, his body expanding to match Mag's colossal size. His newfound form radiated raw power, his chakra-enhanced physique dwarfing even some of the mammoths.

The fight began with a thunderous clash of fists. Mag, known as the strongest among the giants, unleashed a flurry of blows, each powerful enough to fell a tree. But Jon was no ordinary opponent. His speed and precision, combined with his immense strength, made him an unstoppable force.

With a single, well-placed punch, Jon sent Mag sprawling across the battlefield. The other giants watched in stunned silence as their leader conceded defeat. Rising to his feet, Mag approached Jon and bowed his head. "You have bested me, Jon Snow. Are you a god?"

Jon shook his head, his voice firm yet humble. "I am not a god. But I wield power greater than any god's, and with it, I will build a kingdom where we can all live in peace. Now, follow me. There are others waiting for us at the place where this dream will become reality."

The giants cheered, their voices booming across the tundra. They had found a leader, a savior who had not only fought for them but also believed in a future worth fighting for.

As they marched forward, the once-silent wilderness was alive with hope. Jon Snow led the way, his twin blades sheathed but his determination burning brighter than ever. The battle had been won, but the war against the Night King was far from over. Still, Jon knew that with allies like the giants by his side, his dream of a united kingdom was closer than ever.