I approach the nearest merchant who is selling the rough clothes worn by the smallfolk people, but then I pause suddenly as a thought strikes me like a hillbilly strikes his wife.
Why the fuck am I going out of my way to create Gold Dragons, only to turn around and spend them to buy something that I could have created in the first place?
This thought forces my thought process into an abrupt 180. I realize that I'm going to have to change my common thought process, because it's still adapted to what they have to do when I was on earth, and when I had no powers whatsoever.
This revelation kind of blindsided me, because it makes me realize that I have to change my entire approach to how I live my life in this new world.
The rules of a regular person no longer applied to me and neither societal norms forced onto me, I'm no longer on earth, And I have powers far beyond the imagination even the most creative men.
I have changed significantly, therefore also significantly, so must my thought process as well as my mentality regarding my new status.
It's kind of a shocking revolution when your entire worldview turnes upside down in the span of a minute, However, I recognize that it must be done not only for me but for the sake of my status and the solidarity of the plans I have while in this new world.
I need to adapt the mentality that says: At the end of the day, the only one who can get shit done is me, myself, and I. I am basically the only real god in this world. Fuck the old gods, and fuck the new ones too.
The truth is, I have no longer have a need for anyone else if I look at it purely objectively. Anything I want or need, is completely under my control, and I have no equals or betters in this new world that is Game of Thrones, only lessers.
That's not arrogance, that's not egoistic, and it's most definitely not empty pillow talk. It is a hard cold facts. And I now find myself facing this very new reality that is as equally real now than earth was to me then, in my past life on earth.
With those thoughts in mind, I calmly approach the roadside, the hood on my cloak pulled down low to avoid anyone noticing me.
To others, I must have merely looked like a dirty beggar searching the ground for scraps. But that couldn't have been further from the truth.
In actuality, I am touching a large stone that is sitting on the side of the road. Using Molecular Reorganization, I compact its size until it is the size of a marble. Now that is another thing I discovered in my trek to Lannister territory from the north.
I can shrink objects, but they don't lose mass at all. They just take a smaller form while retaining their weight and increasing their density.
On the opposite end, I can also make them bigger than they were originally, but at the expense of their durability, because their density is reduced in proportion to the increase of size alteration they underwent.
That means, a sheet of steel could become as durable as a sheet of paper, depending on its original size and how much Increased its size.
As for the shrinking... well, just imagine how Ant-Man shrinks down but still retains his weight, but increases is durability and density.
Anyways, I shrink down multiple large stones, and quickly identify a major problem.
Fuck. They shrunk, but I'm not strong enough to carry them all. I'm stupid for not thinking of that. Extremely, wholly, and fully retarded for not remembering basic laws of physics.
Shit, I think myself, slapping my forehead in a moment of self frustration. I need to think of a way to fix this situation. I pause, right there on the roadside, trying to figure out a solution to my problem. Maybe I can make myself a Supersoldier Serum like in the show, the Falcon and the Winter Soldier.
But with that solution brings up a few more problems with it, such as the question of whether the Super Soldier serum would provide me with enough strength to hold the heavy rocks. Let's say it did work.
Let's say that the super soldier serum did in fact give me sufficient strength to then in turn lift the heavy stones that I am stashing in a shrunken form left to have ready for easier access to transmutate in the future.
That would be the best case scenario. But the problem then becomes, how heavy are the stones to me after becoming a super soldier? If its barely doable, that would mean more adjustments needed to be made in order to be considered efficient.
For example, I could alter the shape of heavy stones into a bracelet, or a necklace. Or would probably kill any non-super Soldier human, but it is an effective and pretty much undetectable method for carrying ammunition for my Transmutation ability.
I know this probably seems like a small and virtually insignificant problem, however it is one that requires my brainpower not for its difficulty, but for the purpose of training my mind to think logically with the premise of said thought process being how to solve it with my powers.
Additionally, any methods for using my powers will greatly reduce the difficulty of doing so in the future, helping my future self in the present.
Killing two birds with one stone, yeah?
Reaching down and grabbing a few loose stones, I will them to turn into a blob of plastic. Almost instantly, the stones turn into plastic, fused together at some places due to their close proximity to each other at the of their Transmutation.
No matter how many times I do that it's still exhilarating to use actual super powers, I think inwardly.
Returning my focus to the lumpy and haphazardly shaped mass of plastic, I think for a moment before willing it to turn into a smooth cylinder shaped solid mass around the size of my forearm, with a large invent from top to bottom, forming a cup.
Watching the master quickly reorganize itself, I'm nearly giddy with the power rush having supernatural abilities bordering divine powers brings. Not to mention I'm living inside the world of one of the most amazing shows I've personally seen.
Throwing some dirt from the side of the road into the plastic cup, I pause before touching the dirt that is filling the cup to the brim. Exhaling slowly, I Transmutate the dirt into the super soldier serum perfected by Nagel in TFTWS. Seeing the dirt turn into a light blue liquid swirling gently in the cup, I nod in satisfaction.
It's time to go to work, I think with a grin although only I know the clever reference.