Benjen Stark — POV I and the members of the Night’s Watch, entered the crimson crystal dome palace.
An indescribable feeling washed over us.
The walls told a story — a legend of a battle fought by thousands of soldiers who could manipulate the very elements.
They fought a single woman — a woman with delicate features and eyes as blank as the void.
— The entire palace was carved from a single block of scarlet gemstone.
The floors, the walls, the ceiling — all of it was made of gems, crafted into this surreal structure.
How was this even possible?
We racked our brains, trying to understand how something like this could be created.
Nothing made sense.
We finally reached the throne room, where we saw him.
He sat there — a man with a face so beautiful it felt almost otherworldly.
His skin was so fair, it could be comparable of that of a newborn.
White, flowing hair cascaded down his shoulders.
But what drew our attention most were his eyes — pure white eyes with almost translucent pupil, they seemed to see through us, piercing into our very souls The same ayes with the woman depicted on the wall.
Our entire focus was fixed on the man sitting on the throne.
So focused that we almost didn’t notice the hundred others surrounding him.
When we swept our eyes we saw them.
Some stood behind our group, others sat silently on the pillars, and some perched atop statues as if they were part of the architecture.
Nervousness ran cold through my veins.
Sweat beaded on my forehead.
If we made a mistake — if we showed a hint of hostility— we could die.
I was certain of it.
Every one of them radiated strength, their eyes glowing red with strange, intricate patterns.
The intensity was terrifying.
What truly made my hair stand on end were the figures on the ceiling — foot sticking to the crystalline ceiling, hanging upside down like bats.
Their presence was unnerving.
We could hardly move, but somehow, we forced ourselves to stand tall.
Finally, with great effort, we knelt beneath the throne, heads bowed in respect.
Two figures approached from either side of the man on the throne.
They moved with grace and authority, and as they reached his sides, they announced in unison: “You are now in the presence of Jon ōtsutsuki, King of Altherion, land hidden in snow.” Jon Snow POv I could already feel their presence entering the room.
I really wanted smile— but I forced myself to hold back.
First impressions matter.
My goal was clear: I needed them to see me as a formidable ruler, someone powerful.
A God in flesh.
Then they arrived.
As we had rehearsed, two clones stepped forward and introduced me with a deep resounding voice.
“You are now in the presence of Jon ōtsutsuki, King of Altherion, land hidden in snow.” I still chose to be called Jon — so that when the real Jon Snow, would someday become the king of this kingdom, it would be like destiny itself.
My plan is to tell the world that i have inherited everything — the throne, the power, the legacy.
Because if I told everyone that Jon Snow, a mere bastard, had created this place from nothing, who would believe it?
And who will accept it?
Not that i mind what other’s think, But for the bigger picture.
Sometimes legitimacy is paramount!
It is better to be seen as an inheritor, a champion chosen by a deity.
That will explain my strength, my powers, and how this kingdom was built.
Everything could be attributed to the divine — It would be easier for others to accept, and it would solidify my position.
As for the name of the kingdom — Altherion — I chose it deliberately.
It resembles the word “alternate,” a reminder that I am in an alternate world, a realm different from the one I once knew.
It symbolizes that this world is a different reality, a new beginning.
And “hidden in snow”?
Of course, as a ninja kingdom, I had to add a title that carried a bit of swagg and mystery.
Like Konoha — the Hidden Leaf Village — even though it’s not truly hidden at all.
Ninja from other nations know its location, but the name still carries an aura of secrecy and strength.
A kingdom that’s hidden but powerful, mysterious yet unstoppable.
That was the image I wanted to project.
— Benjen Stark:”We thank you, Your Grace, for welcoming the Night’s Watch Into your city.
It’s truly beautiful.
Everything we’ve seen can only be described as a paradise.” Jon ōtsutsuki:” Its my pleasure to welcome anyone from the Night’s Watch.
“And thank you for your compliments.
I am proud of this city, even though it’s not yet finished.” A tense silence followed.
Benjen hesitated, unsure how to respond.
This place was already so magnificent, yet the king before me claimed it was unfinished?
What would it become once completed?
The thought lingered, unspoken.
(So benjen just changed the subject.) Benjen Stark:”Your Grace, we are here because of orders from the Night’s Watch.
Strange things have been happening, and we are sent to investigate.
If you’re willing, Your Grace, could you tell us what this place is?
Why did you create this kingdom here?” Jon ōtsutsuki:” ahh Yes, all that commotion?
I must apologize for that, its not my intention to startle anyone.
And as for the purpose why i stablished a kingdom?” he continued, “it is a gift .
Benjen stark : ” A gift??
Your Majesty surely you’re jesting.
A whole kingdom is made just for you to give away?
Jon ōtsutsuki: ( smiled a little) – Its a gift for the choosen one.
The champion that is promised.
This world needs a hero For Ill say into you now stark.
There are unknown Danger that exists.
Danger from the West – danger to the East.
And danger in this very land!
For example the white walkers.” Benjen: (frowning)”The White walkers, Your Grace?” Jon ōtsutsuki:”Yes.
The White Walkers exist, Stark.
But don’t worry — my people will handle them.
“A brief, reassuring smile.” You need not concern yourself with them.” Benjen: (struggling to find words)”Your Grace, I…
I don’t know what to say.” Jon ōtsutsuki:”It’s fine.
I just wanted you to understand — and to report back to your Lord Commander — this place is not an enemy.
It’s a place of peace.
( Standing up from the throne Jon said to the night watch men) “I invite you to explore.
Roam the city, see it for yourselves.
“He paused, voice calm but commanding.” I will even allow you to establish a connection here.
And I shall grant you a place within this city.
Any of the brothers of the Night’s Watch can stay here.” And once this city is complete, we’ll build a road connecting it to the Wall.
Benjen: (surprised)”We thank you for your generosity, Your Grace.
We will report this to the Lord Commander.” You’re tired from your travels.
Rest first.
You are my guest.” He gestured gracefully.”My people will escort you to your quarters.” ———— Benjen and the others were quickly escorted out and shown the building assigned to them.
It is located in across the Crimson Dome Palace, just a 10-minute horseback ride from the South Gate.
The building is a sturdy four-story structure made from solid, well-cut stone, giving it a timeless and strong appearance.
Despite its simplicity, it looks inviting.
The exterior walls are gray in color, with small windows that allow gentle sunlight to filter inside, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
Inside, the temperature is just right—neither too hot nor too cold—making it comfortable .
The air is fresh coming from the flowers outside, adding to the sense of peace and relaxation.
The first floor features a spacious open hall with high ceilings.
It’s furnished with sturdy wooden tables and chairs, arranged neatly to maximize space.
A bar counter runs along one side, currently empty but ready for use.
Simple decorations give the room a cozy, homely feel.
The second floor is a large storeroom, organized with shelves and crates for supplies.
Easy to access, ensuring everything needed is within reach.
The third and fourth floors contain comfortable bedrooms.
The beds are incredibly soft and plush, offering a luxurious rest.
The rooms are modest but well-furnished, with clean linens and enough space to relax or work.
After settling down an rested for few hours They were invited to the first floor, were a feast was prepared Fruits and roasted meats was on the long table .
For few days the night watch was enjoying life while also gather information on what they can…
— Jon snow After the meeting with my uncle Benjen, I began to plan my next move.
A sudden memory surfaced—of the plant clone I left behind in Winterfell.
Those Raiders, the Ironborn, have rebelled.
My initial plan was to finish the city first before making any moves, but now it seems I’ll have to act sooner than expected.
I smirk at the thought.
Right now, I have 1,100 clones under my control.
I’ve delegated 20 of them to care for our visitors, 50 to scout ahead, and seven are currently watching the Thenns, who are a day’s travel from here.
More than 300 clones are gathering materials, while the rest are busy with construction.
Thanks to our efforts, the city will be finished in about two months.
The houses, stores, and roads were straightforward to build.
If I wanted, I could have completed them in just a few days.
However, the more complex structures—schools, hospitals, parks, and decorative buildings—require careful planning and artistic touches.
These are vital for the city’s growth and beauty.
Every district must have at least two such structures (schools and hospitals), because the city is so vast.
And it will take several more years to fully develop the public transportation system.
So for now Accessibility is key.
To rush everything i need more people but adding clones further isn’t an option; my mental capacity has already reached its limit.
No more clones can be created for now.
But opportunity did just come knocking.
and i welcome it with a smile hihi I select 50 clones, order them to disguise themselves, and infiltrate the Iron Islands.
Still disguised as ōtsutsuki, I activate invicibility and use the Flying Thunder God Technique to teleport to the Godswood in Winterfell.