Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword

Before I came to this world—before I became Damon Waters, a sellsword in Westeros—I was nothing. Just another nobody in the grand scheme of life.

My name? It hardly mattered now. My past life felt like a distant dream, but I could still remember every miserable detail of it.

I was an otaku, a shut-in, someone who spent more time indulging in anime, manga, and fantasy worlds than in real life. I wasn't some genius, nor was I a complete loser—I had a job, I survived—but I never truly lived.

A Life of Mediocrity

I had spent thirty years scraping by, living on instant ramen, working dead-end jobs that barely paid the rent, and drowning myself in fantasy worlds because reality was too cruel.

I had never had a girlfriend, never touched a woman, never felt the thrill of love, let alone passion.

Sex? A dream. Romance? A joke. My existence had been a cycle of work, eat, watch anime, and sleep.

I used to envy the protagonists in stories. Whether they were heroes, warriors, adventurers, or even perverted harem MCs, they lived while I simply existed.

I dreamed of escaping that mundane life, of experiencing adventure, of knowing what it was like to truly desire and be desired.

But dreams were just that—dreams.

Until I died.

A Pathetic End

I didn't die heroically. No saving a child from a truck, no last-minute confession to a girl I loved.

I simply collapsed in my shitty one-room apartment, my body finally giving up on me after years of stress, malnutrition, and exhaustion.

As my vision darkened, I realized something horrifying.

I had lived for thirty years and had experienced absolutely nothing.

No love. No passion. No adventure.

Nothing.

A New Beginning

But fate—no, God—had given me a second chance.

I still remember the voice that spoke to me in the darkness, right before I woke up in Westeros.

"You have wasted your first life. Now, live this one fully."

I was thrown into this brutal world, but this time, I wouldn't waste it. No more regrets. No more hesitation.

This world was dark, ruthless, and full of danger—but it was also full of beauty, power, and pleasure.

For the first time in my existence, I had the chance to take what I wanted, to live the life I had always fantasized about.

To fight, to fuck, to carve my own legend into this world.**

My Path Forward

Now, as Damon Waters, I had youth, strength, and a system that rewarded me for battle and seduction.

I wasn't a hero. I wasn't a chosen one.

I was a sellsword—a rogue, a warrior-for-hire, a man bound by nothing but his own desires.

And I would make this world my playground.

With a smirk, I clenched my fists, feeling the pulse of my new, strong body, and the whispers of power that awaited me.

I had been a virgin loser in my first life.

But in this one?

I would become a legend of both battle and pleasure.