The Boys: Viltrumite Bloodline Panel

What a ridiculous creature man is.

He builds clocks and then spends his life running after them.

He names the stars, maps the oceans, splits the atom in half.. Yet lies awake at night, wondering if he is loved.

~ Mariyan

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Just as Hillel was tempting King Robert Baratheon, an obscure will descended and probed toward Hillel.

But it was still blocked outside by Hillel’s psychological shield wall.

The owner of that will did not give up; it chose to possess King Robert Baratheon.

Before long, King Robert Baratheon’s eyes suddenly became clear and deep, as if containing ancient wisdom.

"Who are you?" Through King Robert Baratheon’s mouth, the mysterious will slowly spoke.

Three-Eyed Raven?

As far as Hillel knew, most deities in Game of Thrones could only send dream omens rather than directly possessing someone.

Except for one anomaly, which was the Three-Eyed Raven.

"Get lost." Hillel frowned.

Strictly speaking, the Three-Eyed Raven wasn’t a deity; at best, it was a wandering AI that suddenly found a host and then stirred up some trouble.

Hillel vaguely remembered that before the hackers leaked the script in his past life, this fellow was the one who usurped Bran Stark and ascended the iron throne.

It could be said to be the biggest winner in Game of Thrones.

"I have browsed through ancient and modern times, yet in that vast ocean of the past and future, there is no inheritance regarding you! You do not have the slightest bit of divine power on your body, yet you are unfathomable."

"I have no intention of probing into your origin, but perhaps we can cooperate!"

The Three-Eyed Raven tried to plant the idea of cooperation.

"Cooperate?" Hillel scoffed, his eyes full of disdain. "I am not here to play house with you. This World belongs to me now. Whether it is the old gods or new gods, whether it is The Great Other or the Red God, all of you get the hell out of here!"

"At your level, you can’t even reach a divine position. What qualifications do you have to talk to me about cooperation?"

"Careful or I will blow up that old tree of yours!"

The Three-Eyed Raven remained silent.

It could not see through Hillel’s background.

In its vast ocean of information, such a man simply did not exist.

This man had no divine power on him, but that aura of life far exceeded the scope of its understanding.

Hillel couldn’t be bothered to talk nonsense with the Three-Eyed Raven.

He raised his hand, and a majestic Bio-field instantly surged into King Robert Baratheon’s body, protecting his mind and driving out the will of the Three-Eyed Raven.

The Three-Eyed Raven wanted to resist.

But Hillel casually channeled healing into King Robert Baratheon’s body.

The Three-Eyed Raven’s parasitism was not omnipotent; for many healthy bodies with relatively strong mental wills, it simply couldn’t invade.

"Mm..."

Robert shuddered violently and woke up from his lethargy.

He sat up dazedly, feeling that his whole body was comfortable, and the excruciating pain that had tortured him had actually disappeared without a trace.

"Where... were we just now?" Robert looked at Hillel by the bedside.

It was as if he completely didn’t remember what had happened just now.

"Don’t remember? It’s fine, let me help you remember!"

Hillel suddenly stretched out a finger and gently poked at King Robert Baratheon’s wound position.

The viscera that had originally healed were punctured clean through once again.

The excruciating pain instantly made King Robert Baratheon scream out loud again.

Yet it seemed no one outside heard his voice; only Hillel stood here, admiring King Robert rolling around in pain.

"Someone interrupted our conversation just now, please bear with it. Pleasure comes after pain, right!" Hillel leisurely shook the blood off his hands.

King Robert was covered in sweat, looking in horror at Hillel’s finger; the other party didn’t even use a weapon and had almost poked him clean through.

"I agree to everything! As long as you let me live, I will do whatever you want!!"

King Robert was finally scared.

Hillel nodded with satisfaction, and only then healed King Robert again.

The excruciating pain completely vanished.

King Robert lowered his head, incredulously pulling open his clothes, and that originally bloody and mangled wound didn’t even leave a trace of a scar.

"The Seven above..." Robert Baratheon’s voice was trembling. "My wound... my wound is actually really healed!"

"Now it’s time to fulfill your promise!"

"Move your fat ass and kneel in front of me!"

Robert Baratheon’s expression stiffened.

"You are insulting a king!"

He shouted angrily. As the king of the Seven Kingdoms, how could he kneel to someone else!

Hillel went up and poked another finger.

A second time.

Robert continued to roll all over the bed in pain.

"Scream?"

"Scream for me again!"

"Believe it or not, I can subject your Queen to a unique flogging right in front of you!"

Robert became well-behaved again.

Hillel squatted down, pulling the fat pig’s ear in front of him. "I can cure you, and naturally I can also let you die. I can even bring you back to life from the dead, and then torture you repeatedly thousands of times!"

"This is truly being unable to live and unable to die!"

"So, are you sure you want to talk to me in this tone?"

Robert Baratheon’s fat face turned flushed.

"I’m sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong!!"

Robert Baratheon completely surrendered.

"Very good!"

Hillel healed him once more.

King Robert Baratheon obediently knelt down. This Stag King, who had once hammered the dragon prince to death at the Trident, knelt on one knee at this moment, obediently performing a gesture of submission to Hillel.

"That’s right!"

Hillel nodded with satisfaction. "That’s a good boy! As for flogging your Queen, don’t worry, that was just a joke; I have no interest in your blonde bitch!"

"Now, you can issue orders again."

King Robert Baratheon raised his head. "I don’t understand... Please give me a little hint, what should I do?"

"War, of course!"

Hillel said slowly.

King Robert Baratheon was stunned.

"Seeing that you have submitted, I will mercifully tell you one thing: your Queen is a shameless bitch." Hillel said deliberately and slowly. "Those three children she gave birth to for you are none of them your seed, understand?"

"Impossible!"

King Robert Baratheon instinctively objected.

Hillel said, "Why impossible? Your House Baratheon has always had a strong and resilient lineage. Even if you have a child with a non-mainstream person, it must be black-haired and black-eyed without any exception. Even the Targaryen genetics cannot change that!"

"Yet Cersei gave birth to three children for you in a row, all with golden hair, and there’s also one with a psychological deformity..."

"You didn’t even have the slightest suspicion? Then I overestimated your IQ a bit!"

King Robert Baratheon’s face turned from green to red from being lectured.

A strong lineage was indeed a characteristic of House Baratheon, but what if Cersei was a faithful bitch?

Golden hair was just an exception.

Passed down from generation to generation, bloodlines would always be diluted; it wasn’t impossible for a mutant to appear at his stage!

"You didn’t even notice that the intimacy between Cersei and Jaime was a bit beyond ordinary siblings. This is called incest, do you understand?"

Hillel continued to deliver the finishing blow.

What does that mean?

The You-Know-Who in front of him actually implied that his three children were all the seed of Cersei and Jaime?

This... this is a mess!

How could Cersei dare!

"The Seven above!!"

"No wonder Jaime would rather abandon the position of heir to the Warden of the West to become a Kingsguard, never marrying or siring children for his entire life!"

"Turns out he was that bitch’s knight, not the King’s knight!"

Robert flew into a rage.

It all connected!

Everything made sense!

No wonder there were more and more blonde bitches around him, and even the kingdom’s heirs had all become the seed of House Lannister!

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