Multiverse-Crafter [RWBY ISEKAI FIC]

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I know the title is cliché… but I like it.

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[POV ORIGINAL]​

As soon as I step onto the stage, the world freezes with a profane sound.

"SKRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAK!"

A hellish screech echoes throughout Kuo Kuana, a sound that chills the soul of all present. Fear is palpable, like a wave sweeping through the crowd, turning once-smiling faces into masks of pure dread.

Children begin to cry, clinging to their parents, who in turn, look around desperate for an explanation. The elders have their eyes wide open, whispering ancient prayers, hoping the sound isn't what they fear it to be.

But the older faunus know, deep in their hearts, that that sound belongs to something monstrous, something that should be sealed away.

Audra, normally a pillar of strength and confidence, turns pale, murmuring in fear.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no…" She repeats, seeming almost catatonic.

With Audra out of commission, I turn to Ghira for more information, but the former Chieftain is busy handling the panicked population.

"Faunus of Menagerie!" Shouted the leader, his voice booming through the sound system.

The powerful voice of their leader calmed the people somewhat, but fear still gripped them. Seeing the morale of his people, Ghira puffed out his chest to speak.

"Today was supposed to be a day of celebration, the day of our nation's birth!" Though his voice sounded powerful, remorse was evident in his posture. "But instead, we must face the monster that threatens our existence."

"Mister Belladonna." I whisper into the Chieftain's ear. "What are you doing?"

With a wave of his hand, he silences me. I want to believe in his words, but the people seemed more demoralized than before.

"I know we will survive today, for faunus always survive the worst! We have been tested by injustice, by pain and by war, and yet we are still here! And it won't be today, it won't be now, that we will fall!"

Ghira's words echo through the air, and I see the change on people's faces. The fear is still there, but now there's something else… a spark of determination, a glimmer of hope. The faunus begin to rise, one by one, inspired by their leader's speech, some even shouting out, renewed, agreeing with Ghira.

"Today we face the grimm that comes to our door together as a nation. Today, we fight for the future of the faunus. Today, we cancel the apocalypse."

The crowd starts shouting, echoing the sentiment of Ghira's speech. The air vibrates with a renewed energy, a mix of fear and determination that is almost tangible. The faunus, once terrified, now rise with a new hope, ready to face whatever is coming our way.

I'm so surprised by the transformation that I don't even notice Ghira had copied the ending of the Pacific Rim speech.

"For the Faunus! For our future! FAUNARIA STANDS!" Roars the Chieftain with the last two words, revealing the name of the new nation we had decided on during the meeting.

Whether he said those words on purpose, I don't know, but the flags and banners we had installed with that voice command activate and unfurl.

[Image]

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Revealing the flag of the new nation, the black face of a feline with an open mouth looking to the left on a purple background.

The faunus roar in unison, a sound that echoes through the streets of Kuo Kuana, vibrating to the bone. The fear is still there, but now it's overshadowed by a fierce determination. They are ready to fight, ready to defend their homes and families.

"Women, children, and the elderly to the docks. Fishing boat owners will assist with the evacuation." Ghira turns to me, switching off his microphone so no one else can hear. "Jaune… I know you've already done so much for us. But please, take some children on your jet when you leave the island."

I blink, confused for a second, until I realize he thinks I'm going to run away because this is a faunus fight.

"Not gonna happen." I replied, catching Ghira by surprise. "After all, someone has to stall this monster and gather more intel while you guys prepare the city's defenses."

Different from the reaction to my denial, the Chieftain isn't surprised by my explanation. He just lets out a quick laugh and, gripping my shoulders, says:

"Thank you… son."

With his final thanks, he moves away from me to help with the civilian evacuation.

"Okay…" I said, not fully understanding the context. "Better focus on what I can do, Church."

{{Listening.}} Says the AI promptly through my Scouter's communicator.

"Send the Eyebots that were filming the festival to scout that thing, I want to know if it's heading for Kuo Kuana or the outpost."

{{Affirmative, but I've already calculated the sound's origin.}} Church responds, displaying the calculations on screen. {{I know it's coming to Kuo Kuana.}}

"Fuck!" I curse, frustrated. "Start protocol 'Pride of Steel', put Amber in command and Delta piloting the C-390. Bring the Black Bird to pick me up with the Arc Knights and the Sarge."

{{I'm notifying her now.}} Church confirms, sending the messages without missing a beat. {{I'll send some of the master robots with them to provide support.}}

"Good idea-." I cut myself off mid-sentence, eyes widening.

While I was speaking, Church had opened a window with the drone feed that had gone to scout the threat.

The screen shows an aerial view of the desert near Kuo Kuana, but what was once a calm ocean of sand now turns into a nightmare scenario. A black, dense, and threatening fog creeps across the desert. Darkness spreads like an oil stain, suffocating life.

Within that fog, thousands of red dots glow like hungry eyes. They move, they pulse, a swarm of terror approaching the city. The drone camera zooms in, and my heart nearly stops. The red dots aren't eyes on the creature's body, but Grimms. Bipedal dinosaurs of various sizes run across the sand while a swarm of birds takes over the sky, all surrounding something even more terrifying and gigantic.

In the center of the fog, a monstrous form reveals itself. A titanic bird Grimm with the head of a vulture. Its wings stretch like the shadow of death over the sands. Its feathers are sharp black blades, each the size of a tree. Its eyes, two beacons of pure hatred, glow with a red light that seems to burn reality itself. Its beak, a tool of destruction, capable of splitting mountains.

This beast of the apocalypse advances, with each flap of its wings creating a windstorm that lifts the sand like an explosion. Its screech echoes like a chorus of damned souls.

"SKRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAK!"

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It's a nightmare vision, a force of nature coming to destroy everything in its path.

And it's heading straight for Kuo Kuana.

"Shit!" I curse again, now having an idea of the threat.

Worried about the local population, I look around and see some members of the armed militia trying to help with the evacuation, while others don't know what to do.

With no way to command them and confront the monster, my eyes turn to Audra, but she's still frozen, murmuring.

'I need to do something, and fast.'

I Grab the red-haired warrior's shoulders, trying to shake her out of her trance.

"Audra!" I shout, shaking her by the shoulders.

But she doesn't react. Her eyes are vacant, lost somewhere far away.

Without thinking, I slap her face.

SLAP!

The sound echoes, but she barely blinks. My heart tightens. I can't lose her now, not when we need to fight a fucking Grimm Leviathan class.

"Damn!" I exclaim, worried about her.

Desperate, I hold her face with both hands and kiss her.

It's a desperate kiss, full of fear and need. For a moment, I feel her lips move, a sign of life. But when I pull back, her eyes are still distant.

"Audra, please." I beg, desolate. "I can't do this alone. I need you."

Something in my tone or words must finally pierce the fog in her mind. Her eyes blink and then, slowly, she focuses on me. Life returns to her face, and she takes a deep breath, as if emerging from a nightmare.

"Jaune?" Her voice is a whisper, but it sounds so sweet at this moment.

"I'm here." I reply, relieved. "But you need to lead your soldiers and I need to face that giant bird surrounded by black mist."

Audra's pupils dilate, and she grabs my arms tightly, her nails digging into my skin. Her expression is pure terror, but also recognition.

"What's coming is the… Dread Shadow." Her voice trembles, but there's an underlying determination. "It's an ancient and very powerful Grimm. My husband… he sacrificed himself to seal that thing away."

A lump forms in my throat. Audra never talks about her husband, a more taboo subject for her than even her son, who had become a terrorist. It makes sense that she froze at the creature's screech.

"Audra… I need to face that thing." I say, trying to sound confident. "We can't let it reach the city at its pace."

She shakes her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"No, Jaune. I don't want to lose anyone else like I lost him." Her voice cracks, and she grips my arms tighter.

I wanted to comfort her, tell her everything would be fine, that she didn't need to be afraid. But the sound of jet turbines overhead signals we're out of time.

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS!

Looking up, I see two Ark Knights jumping from the Black Bird, hovering above the city, landing beside me.

"You don't have to worry about that." I say, flashing my shonen protagonist's smile as the white robots grab my arms. "I'm gonna survive… because I'm awesome."

Audra looks at me, confused for a second, then bursts out laughing. A genuine laugh, full of life and courage.

"I hate that you're right, Jaune." She says, her eyes glowing with a new fire. "If you save my island, I promise I'll rock your world breaking another bed."

She turns away, already shouting orders to her soldiers. Her voice echoes across the stage, firm and authoritative. The militia members who were previously lost now move with purpose, following their leader's commands.

Quickly, the Arc Knights take me to the Black Bird, and within seconds, we're flying toward the Dread Shadow.

The Black Bird cuts through the sky, slicing clouds thanks to its powerful turbines. Below, the desert sand turns into a yellow blur, and in the distance, I can already see the cloud of darkness spreading like an oil stain. The Dread Shadow advances, a nightmare of black feathers and red eyes, surrounded by a swarm of smaller Grimms infesting the sky and ground.

"Church, drop the Sarge." I order, my voice steady despite the chaos around us. "He'll intercept the land Grimm before reaching the city."

{{Understood.}} Church responds promptly. {{Dropping Sarge.}}

I look down and see the big red robot being released from the cargo bay, its thrusters firing to soften the landing. It hits the ground with a muffled thud, kicking up a cloud of sand.

"Next are the Arc Knights." I continue, my eyes fixed on the monster ahead. "And this time, use them more aggressively without fear of losing them. With this amount of enemies I can easily replace them."

{{No problem.}} Church replies with a hesitant tone. {{But what are you going to do?}}

I take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline surge through my veins.

"I'm going to try grounding the Dread Shadow while fighting the smaller Grimms around it." I say, my hand gripping the hilt of my sword.

{{That's insane!}} Church protests, her voice echoing in my ear. {{You can't fight all of them alone, especially with the risk of friendly fire from your drones!}}

I ignore the comment, walking toward the Black Bird's side door. The Dread Shadow approaches, its screech echoing through the desert.

"SKRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAK!"

The massive creature makes me swallow hard now that I face, live, its titanic size.

"Just do your job, Church." I say, my voice firm.

But, to my surprise, the AI responds in an unexpected way.

{{No!}}

"What?" I question, confused. "But you have to obey me."

{{I don't have to do shit!}} Church snaps back, frustrated. {{I'm not going to help you throw yourself at a God of War monster without a plan. That's suicide!}}

"AND WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?" I reply, shouting frustrated. "That thing is almost the size of the Monstra, but she doesn't show up in the original story—" I cut myself off as I realize what I just said and repeat: "She doesn't show up in the original story…"

A horrible feeling takes over me. Eyes wide in recognition.

"I'm the one to blame? My actions caused this creature to awaken? And now, this island, these people… are paying the price."

But before I completely lose myself in this spiral of guilt, Church's voice echoes in my ear, firm and clear.

{{Fuck that!}} Says the AI, its tone sharp and furious. {{Yeah, it's your fault this monster is attacking.}}

My heart tightens in a knot of pain as I feel my blood freeze at the blunt response.

{{But it's also your fault the kids at the orphanage aren't depressed anymore. It's your fault the sick on this island have been healed. It's 100% your fault that families aren't starving anymore. You brought hope to Menagerie, and now you're going to give up because of a wimpy-ass Grimm?}}

"SKRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAK!" The screech slices through the sky once more.

{{Maybe I went too far calling it 'wimpy-ass'… but you get what I mean right? Roast that vulture and everything will be fine.}}

Despite being rude and offensive, Church's words lift my spirits once again.

'The asshole is right.' I think silently, digesting what was said. 'I can't let all of this be destroyed.'

{{Now that you've stopped crying like a little bitch, let's face this shit with a dumb smile on your face and a half-assed plan.}} Church continues, his voice firm. {{Just like you always do.}}

I take a deep breath, feeling reinvigorated.

"Alright, Church." I say, my voice firm. "So… what do you suggest?"

{{It's time for your shot.}} Says the AI, singing.

My body freezes, and my eyes widen at the statement.

{{That's right.}} Says Church, in a cheerful tone. {{We're going to do your upgrade with the Extremis Virus.}}

[Ilia Amitola]​

Before the plane could take off from the outpost, I hid inside one of the lockers on the Black Bird, so I heard everything Jaune said to the blue hologram.

The only thing that didn't make sense in his speech was taking the blame for the awakening of the Dread Shadow.

'Why would anyone do that?' I try to reason in my mind. 'Could it be just another sign of the hero complex he seems to have?'

As I questioned myself in silence, the door of the locker I was hiding in opened.

"Ilia?".

"Shit-. I mean, hiiiiii." I reply, giving an awkward smile.

Jaune frowned, annoyed. But before he could say anything, the blue armored hologram appeared out of nowhere.

{{Relax, I knew she was there.}} Says the little blue man. {{And she might be useful to fight the Grimm.}}

"Miss 'stab-you-in-the-back-for-no-reason'?" Arc asks, incredulous.

Even if he's right, the comment hurts and throws a bucket of cold water on my spirits.

{{You're going to go through a more radical process than the super soldier serum.}} Church explains, though I don't understand any of it. {{Your body is going to undergo drastic changes. While that happens, I need Ilia to help keep the ship intact.}}

I widened my eyes, surprised.

"Me? But-." I try to speak, but the little blue man cuts me off.

{{You in or out?}} Church asks, impatient. {{Jaune doesn't trust you, but who knows… if you prove your worth today, you can begin your redemption arc.}}

I nod quickly, seizing my third chance. The blue robot nods and turns to Jaune.

{{Great! Now go 'fetch' some Star Trek magnetic boots for her. She's going outside the ship, to defend it.}}

Jaune frowns, but doesn't argue. He walks off, disappearing into the ship's interior. After a few seconds, a strange light shines in the direction he went, and then he returns with a pair of boots with metal soles and a strange whip.

"These boots have magnetic soles. They'll help you move around the ship without fear of falling into the desert." He explains, his voice firm and cold, as he hands me the boots and the whip. "As for this whip… it belongs to the legendary Belmont family. It has special properties that may be useful against the Grimm."

I look at the whip, curious. The weapon has a dark metal handle, with intricate engravings along its length. The braid of the whip is made of a material I don't recognize, but I can feel a strange power in it. Something that isn't Dust, it feels almost… magical.

"What do you mean, special properties?" I ask, my voice low.

Jaune shrugs.

"I assure you it's a powerful weapon and you don't need to use Dust on it."

I nod, feeling the weight of the whip in my hands. Jaune watches me for a moment, then steps closer and places a hand on my shoulder.

"This is going to be your last chance, Ilia." He says, staring at me with a cold look. "I'm not saying that if you betray me, I'll arrest you or kill you. But you'll never work on any of my projects."

Until last month, that wouldn't have been a threat to me. After all, no way I'd ever work for a human. But now I know that Jaune Arc is helping build a better future for the faunus, while also giving them education so we can be autonomous, and not depend on him forever.

'Being excluded from this project… after everything I've been through…' I think, swallowing hard. 'I'd be nothing more than a masochistic idiot.'

"I won't disappoint you, sir Arc." I reply promptly, saluting.

Jaune finds my posture strange, but then relaxes and shrugs before turning away. However, before he can walk off, I grab his arm.

When he turns to me, I speak before he can ask anything:

"I just wanted to say…" I stop for a moment and look into his eyes and say. "Thank you, Jaune."

The features on the human's face soften with my thanks. A bit of relief washes over his body.

Sighing, Jaune gives me a nod before heading to the cockpit of the ship.

Not wanting to bother him any further, I decide not to ask anything as I walk toward the hatch that opens at the top of the ship.

"What is he going to inject into his body?" I murmur, curious, before jumping onto the top of the ship.

[POV: ORIGINAL]​

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. The Black Bird's automatic seat restraints lock my wrists, chest and legs in place.

{{Last time, your Aura fought against the changes the super soldier serum was making to your body. That's why you felt so much pain with that Super Saiyan aura.}} Says Church, manifesting at my side. {{But, thanks to the techno nature of the virus, I'll be able to guide it avoiding rejection by the Aura.}}

I sigh in relief upon hearing I won't have to go through that torture again.

{{And thanks to the healing provided by your Aura and your extra resilience from the super soldier serum, this procedure has less than a 0.1% chance of failure.}}

"It's not zero?" I ask, worried.

{{Nothing's certain in a radical procedure like this, bro…}} Says Church, in a serious tone. {{And it's gonna hurt like hell.}}

With a swift motion, I inject the modified version of Extremis Virus 2.0 into my arm and then eat a senzu bean to provide the nutrients for the process. I feel the cold liquid entering my veins, but it quickly begins to heat up.

{{The first part is the development of your skeletal mass and the ossification into carbide ceramic.}} Says Church in my ear, as I feel something reaching my bones. {{It's a process in which the virus will reshape your bone structure and reinforce it with a synthetic ceramic.}} He explains, his calm voice contrasting with the pain starting to emanate from my skeleton. {{Your bones will become larger, heavier, and much more resistant.}}

"Fuck me, this gonna suck." I complain through clenched teeth.

{{It's already hurting, isn't it?}} Church replies with a laugh, but stops when he sees my furious grimace. {{But don't worry, the pain is temporary. The virus is restructuring your bone matter on a molecular level. It's like replacing parts in a car frame while it's engine still running.}}

The pain intensifies. It's like liquid fire running through my veins, becoming acidic and electric when it touches my bones. I clench my teeth, suppressing a scream.

"Fuuuuuu."

A wave of intense heat courses through my body, as if every bone were being stretched, broken, and reforged all at once.

As my muscles begin to contract, fighting against the restraints, Church continues his explanation.

{{Now, a protein complex is being applied to your muscle tissue.}}

The pain of muscles being torn and burned is drowned out by the far greater pain from my bones.

{{Your muscle tissue density will increase, and your lactase recovery time will drop drastically.}}

The pain in my bones begins to subside, giving me brief relief. But it's just a prelude to what comes next.

Suddenly, an indescribable agony explodes across every one of my nerve endings. It's as if each nerve in my body has been struck by lightning.

Convulsing and fighting the restraints with a strength I didn't know I had, I finally gave in and let out the scream of pain I was holding in.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"

{{Hang in there, we're at the worst part.}} Church's voice sounds distant, muffled by the roar of pain consuming my senses. {{You're feeling the alteration from bioelectrical nerve transduction to shielded electronic transduction. This will help integrate the implants being installed in your body, drastically reduce their ping, and as a bonus, enhance your reflexes.}}

When I finally fall silent, trying to get used to the pain, I taste something metallic in my mouth, like blood.

And then… something happens.

The pain, already unbearable, intensifies even more. It feels like hot needles are stabbing my eyes from behind.

{{What you're feeling is the increased blood flow beneath the rods and cones of the retinas in your eye sockets.}} Church explains, trying to calm me. {{This increases your visual perception and also helps integrate the ocular implants, allowing you to use AR without needing a Scouter.}}

Suddenly, my vision begins to blur. Church's voice becomes even more muffled and distant, and then… darkness.

{{Jaune?}}

All that's left for me is pure, brutal agony.

{{JAAAAAAAAUNE!}}

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[OMAKE]​

I pulled the folded flag from inside my coat. With a swift motion, I unfolded it, revealing the design.

Ghira quickly took the flag from my hands, his eyes shining with approval.

"This is..." He began, emotional. "Perfect."

"Glad you liked it." I replied sheepishly.

"'Liked it' is an understatement, my young friend." Said Ghira, showing the flag to everyone. "The feline's face looks in the opposite direction of the White Fang logo, symbolizing our stance against violent terrorist methods. The purple color is regal and imposing, contrasting with the red that the White Fang uses, which symbolizes blood and violence. It's a good design, strong and clear."

Patriarch Belladonna hugged me, showering me with praise.

'I can't tell him I stole the Thundercats logo and just swapped the red for purple.'

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Is 'Pride' the collective term for lion in English?

Because if not... this title doesn't make any sense.

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Is 'Pride' the collective term for lion in English?
Because if not... this title doesn't make any sense.

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[Audra Taurus]​

I stand still as I look around at the crowd surrounding me, barely believing what I see. Faunus men and women, all with a determination and will to fight that I hadn't seen in years.

'You did this, Gira... While I stood frozen.' I thought silently, remembering my disgrace.

"Commander Taurus!" Shouts Kou, my second-in-command with a marmoset tail and holding binoculars in his hand, the young man's face marked with concern. "Dread Shadow and most of the flying grimm stopped advancing when they got near the human's plane, but the ground ones are still coming in great numbers!"

"Jaune...!" I murmur, grateful for his help, but no time to think about the young human—I focus on the battle ahead. "How many?"

"Tens of thousands, commander." Kou replies, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. "They're coming fast, what do we do?"

"Damn!" I curse, frustrated. "Get back to your post, Kou. I'll join the front line."

The young faunus nods, his tail swaying nervously.

"Yes, commander!" He turns and runs back, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I walk quickly to where the faunus armed with dust rifles and spears had set up a defensive line. Among them was a group of 20 of my best fighters, equipped with the light armor and lasguns Jaune gave us.

The laser weapon is light, powerful, and never jams. If we had a hundred more of them, I wouldn't be this nervous.

I stop before my warriors, the front line raised, weapons in hand. In the distance, the horde of grimm advances, a black sea of claws and teeth. I take a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs. It's time to remind everyone why I'm the commander.

"Faunus of Faunaria!" my voice cut through the storm like thunder itself. "Look around you! Those beside you are not just soldiers.… they are your countrymen! For today, here, on this land that will be soaked with our sweat and the enemy blood, we will raise the foundation of our nation!"

A murmur of agreement spreads through the line.

"They want fear? We'll give them rage! They want our lives? We'll give them a fight!" I raise my black axe, the weapon I got as a gift from Jaune. "For the Faunus! For our future! FAUNARIA STANDS!"

The war cries echo around me, a symphony of courage and fury. The grimm are close, but it doesn't matter. We're ready, we're united, and we will fight to the end.

The grimm approach, now close enough to be identified with the naked eye.

In the front, the small but ferocious dinosaur grimm known as Terror Raptors. Their black scales glisten under the faint light, red eyes locked on us. They charge at a frantic pace, sharp claws tearing the ground.

[Image]

Behind them, at a slower but still fast pace, come the giant Terror Rex. Their massive jaws open and close, anticipating the feast. Among them, I spot the most dangerous variant, the Twin Terror Rex. Two heads on a single body even larger and more muscular than the normal Terror.

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"Hold the line!" I shout, my voice cutting through the air. "Fire at will!"

The Dust rifles fire, the sound echoing like thunder. The smaller raptors fall, one by one, but the bigger Terror Rex… those bastards keep advancing, barely feeling the impacts.

"Lasguns focus fire on the big ones!" I yell, my voice rising above the chaos.

The lasers cut through the air, bright red lines slicing through the Terror Raptors like paper, reaching the larger grimm in the back. The Terror Rex roar, finally feeling pain. They slow down, giving us a moment of relief.

"Reload!" The command echoes through the line. The faunus obey with quick and precise movements.

The Dust rifles are reloaded, while the laser weapons keep firing. The Terror Rex keep getting closer at a slower pace, but still not close enough to reach us.

"Fire!" I shout again, and the front line fires in unison. More Raptors fall while those with lasers focus on the bigger ones.

I pass the command to Kou, who was on my left, trusting that he will keep the line strong, for a Terror Rex is now too close for me to afford giving orders.

I grip the handle of my axe tightly. The weapon, a gift from Jaune, is unlike anything I've ever used. Its black blade seemed magically sharp and it emits a pale glow like moonlight.

"Let's see what you can do." I murmur to the axe, stepping forward to meet the creature.

The Terror Rex roars, the sound making the ground around it vibrate.

"ROOOAR!"

It lowers its head, jaws open, ready to strike. I wait, every muscle tense, ready for action. When it's just a few meters away, I move.

I leap to the side, dodging the jaws that snap at the air. I swing the axe, using the momentum from my jump to add force to the blow.

"Shit!" I curse, frustrated.

I miscalculated my jump, so my blade hits the creature's bone armor instead of a vulnerable black flesh part of its neck.

CRECK!

"Hem?" I murmur, confused by the monster's bone cracking.

Luckily for me, Jaune's axe breaks through the carapace with ease. That allowed me to continue my strike.

FWAP!

"EEAAOWW!" Screeched the creature as my axe buried into its flesh.

The blade slices through the Terror Rex's neck, cutting deep. Black blood gushes from the wound, as the creature roars in pain.

But it's not enough to bring it down. The monster turns toward me, red eyes glowing with fury. But before it can strike again, I activate my semblance, increasing the axe's weight to finish the cut.

CHOP!

The creature's head falls before me, allowing me to breathe for a second… which was a mistake.

"AUDRA!" Kou shouts draws my attention. "RUN!"

As I turn, I see a Twin Terror Rex got close to me.

"Oh shit!"

Its two monstrous heads hurl acid, a green and steaming torrent headed straight for me. No time to think, I just react by raising my arms, a useless gesture of defense.

But then, something unexpected happens.

A small silver blade, glowing with shades of green and brown, falls to the ground in front of me.

THUCK!

The impact shakes the ground, and suddenly, a pillar of earth and vines bursts out of the sand, forming a natural barrier that shields me from the acid flood.

"What...?" I murmur, stunned.

The barrier of earth and vines trembles with the impact of the acid, but holds strong. The acrid smell of the acid burns my nose, but I'm safe for now.

"It's been a while since we fought side by side, master." Comments a familiar voice in an ironic tone.

"Sienna?" I ask, turning toward her.

She's there, wielding her Cerberus Whip, the metallic tip still glowing with rock and plant dust. Her gaze is firm, determined.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, the surprise giving way to suspicion.

"Saving your life, apparently." She replies, glancing toward the Twin Terror Rex roaring behind me. "But we can talk about that later. We've got a war to win."

I nod, recognizing the truth in her words.

'Now's not the time for arguments. We need to survive first.'

I run toward the acid-spitting monster with Sienna at my side. The creature, noticing our approach, lifts one of its massive paws, ready to stomp it down.

"I'll try to stop it!" Sienna yells, her voice cutting through the air.

Before I can react, she throws another metal tip with rock Dust. The sharp point digs into the ground, causing a stone pillar to erupt straight up under the Terror Rex's foot.

The impact makes the creature stumble, losing its balance. I take the opportunity, using my semblance to become lighter and leap between the heads, axe in hand.

"Let's finish this!" I shout, adrenaline rushing through my veins.

I activate my semblance once more to exponentially increase my weight. Like a meteor, I drop between the heads, adding the impact force to mine and easily slice the grimmm in half.

FWAP!

"Impressive." Sienna comments, surprised. "Where did you get that weapon?"

With a cheeky grin, I turn and wink at her. Sienna stares at me confused for a second, until realization hits her.

"Miracle-working human bastard." Sienna mutters, annoyed. "Aren't you a little too old to have a sugar daddy?"

A vein of pure rage throbs on my forehead, inspiring me to respond in kind.

"Aren't you a little too old to act like a jealous bitch?"

…

"Fair… I guess we better focus on this apocalyptic event." Says Sienna, turning toward the monster horde.

"Agreed." I replied, getting ready for the three grimm approaching.

[Ilia Amitola]​

"Say what you will about Jaune Arc." I murmured, making an arc with my new whip, preparing to strike. "But no one can say he doesn't know how to give presents."

At the top of the Black Bird, the wind cut across my face as I swung the whip, cracking it against the vulture grimm trying to get close. Every strike was precise, every move calculated.

Half of the Arc Knight were providing cover, their precise shots taking down the monsters that got to close. The other half was firing at Dread Shadow's body, interfering with his flight path.

"More to the left!" I shouted, pointing at a group of vultures trying to flank the plane.

The Arc Knights adjusted their aim, and a burst of lasers cut through the air, bringing the grimm down in a shower of dark feathers.

The whip cracked again, wrapping around the neck of a diving vulture. With a firm yank, the monster evaporated the moment the weapon touched it.

"Where does he even find these weapons?" I asked, astonished.

{{Less talk, more fight.}} Complained Church, his voice coming from inside one of the robots.

"I know what I'm doing, machine." I replied, preparing for another strike. "Why aren't you firing lasers or missiles from this plane?"

{{'This is a diplomatic mission, not a conquest. We don't need that on our plane.'}} Complained Church, mimicking Jaunes voice.

"Goddamn it, Jaune!" I complain frustrated. "You could be a little more like the violent colonizer I thought you were."

Half of the Arc Knights kept laying down cover fire while the other half shot at the Dread Shadow, trying to draw its attention, each shot landing with deadly precision. But the swarm of vultures didn't lessen, there were still too many in the air.

"Church, why don't you leave the defensive and go full on the attack with the drones?" I ask curiously. "I think you could clear a good chunk with your coordination."

{{I'd love to help more, but I'm a bit busy at the moment.}} Church's voice echoed calm and controlled, but with a hint of tension.

"Busy? With what?" I shot back, dodging a vulture diving at me. The whip cracked, cutting the air and taking down the grimm.

{{Besides controlling the Arc Knights and piloting the ship, I'm currently performing brain, heart, and full nervous system surgery on Jaune. So forgive me if I can't give my full attention to the grimm.}}

"Surgery?" I asked, confused. "Mid-flight-." I tried to get more information, but was cut off by an ear-shattering screech.

"SKRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAK!"

The black smoke around the Dread Shadow began to expand, engulfing the ship and the entire sky. My heart raced, but I stayed focused, bringing the whip back to me and preparing for the worst.

Suddenly, the darkness thickened, and more red eyes sprouted from the mist.

"No way…" I murmured, blood turning cold. "The Dread Shadow is generating even more grimm?"

The smaller vultures, now even greater in number, surged toward me. My stomach twisted with nerves as the swarm of black wings and red eyes closed in. The sound of their shrill cries filled the air, a chorus of death that chilled my blood.

The Arc Knights quickly surrounded me, providing cover.

"Church, we need reinforcements!" I shouted, my voice nearly lost in the chaos.

{{I'm doing the best I can, Ilia.}} Church's voice sounded tense, but composed. {{But Jaune's surgery is at a critical point. I can't divert resources now.}}

Refusing to be useless, I started spinning the whip and cracking it at the enemies, but every hit felt pointless against the endless horde.

{{Don't worry that pretty little red head of yours!}} Yelled a voice with a thick hillbilly accent through the communicator. {{The cavalry's here.}}

"Who?"

As if answering my question, I was cut off by gunshots and explosions.

RATATATA-BOOM-RATATATA! RATATATA-BOOM-RATATATA!

{{BY THE ANCESTORS OF MY ANCESTORS!}} Shouted the red hillbilly robot, firing from the ground. {{ATTACK!}}

RATATATA-BOOM-RATATATA! RATATATA-BOOM-RATATATA!

My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped. The big red Arc security robot, the same one I once fought against alongside the White Fang, was now unleashing an unimaginable amount of firepower.

'The day we fought him, there wasn't even a hint of this devastating power.' I thought, sweating cold. 'It was like he was playing with us back then, and now… seeing him in all his violent glory, I realized just how the fang had underestimated Jaune Arc.'

RATATATA-BOOM-RATATATA! RATATATA-BOOM-RATATATA!

The ground shook and dust rose under the giant's feet. The cannons on its back spewed fire and death, while the machine guns mounted on its arms shredded the grimm like they were made of wet paper.

"This is…" I murmured, still in disbelief.

{{FAUNARIA WILL BE BORN OF VIOLENCE AND GUNPOWDER!}} The robot's voice echoed, dripping with a country drawl that, somehow, seemed even louder than the gunfire. {{MY KIND OF NATION!}}

The robot kept advancing slowly through the desert, each step firmer and more determined than the last. The black mist of grimm began to dissipate, the once dark and threatening sky now lit up with explosions, each one bringing a little more hope.

"Where did Jaune get this?" I ask, still unable to take my eyes off the spectacle in front of me.

{{Texas countryside.}} Church replied.

"SKRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAK!"

The creature screeched once more, but now the Dread Shadow looked down toward the lone robot in the desert, perceiving it as its greatest threat.

The black clouds expelled from the body of the gigantic vulture began to thin, as if they were entering the creature's body, then the monster opened its beak. The titanic-sized vulture regurgitated a torrent of smoke and black pitch from its mouth.

"BLAAAAARGH!"

Midway, the liquid and smoke began to solidify into more grimm, red eyes sprouting from their bodies.

{{BRING IT ON, YOU BOTTOM-FEEDERS!}} Shouted the robot, aiming its cannons and machine guns at the deluge of monsters falling upon it. {{I HAVE A BONER FOR MURDER!}}

RATATATA-BOOM-RATATATA! RATATATA-BOOM-RATATATA!

The machine guns on its arms spun, cutting through the grimm as if they were made of paper, while the cannons on its back spewed fire, each explosion tearing a hole in the wave of grimm. holes that were quickly filled, like an endless plague. It was as if the black smoke that produced grimm had concentrated to pour out from the Dread Shadow's mouth.

As much as it unloaded everything it had onto the Dread Shadow, it could only slow the advance of the grimm being regurgitated by the leviathan-class monster.

{{HAHAHA!}} The robot laughed loudly like a madman, its voice echoing across the desert.

Even with its laughter, my heart tightened when the deluge of grimm slammed into the robot's body.

Despite the grimmm piling on it, the robot kept firing, trying to hit the Dread Shadow's body. The sound of the machine guns echoed through the desert, blending with the piercing screeches of the monsters.

My heart was racing as I watched the scene, the whip still firm in my hands. The robot, even damaged, kept fighting with great ferocity. It was as if it was possessed by a supernatural force, an unbreakable will to protect and destroy.

CREEEEK!

Suddenly, a metallic creak cut through the air, followed by a deafening crash. My eyes widened as I saw the robot's leg give out, the metal folding under the weight of the grimm. The metal giant staggered, falling to its knees. But instead of surrendering, it redoubled its efforts, the cannons on its back firing with even more intensity.

My stomach twisted into a knot. The robot kept fighting, but it was clear it wouldn't last much longer.

CREEEEE-CLANG!

OOne of its arms falls to the ground, making the red robot stop laughing. The grimm, unable to pierce its armor, kept throwing themselves at it, making the great red robot fall to the ground.

Even on the ground, the grimm kept piling on top of it until it was buried, and the sound of metal creaking once again echoed across the desert from the sheer weight of the monsters.

"We need to help him."

I tried to take a step forward, but one of the Arc Knights held me by the shoulder.

"Let me go!" I protested, unable to break free from the robot. "You're just going to do nothing?"

Despite my question, my only response was silence.

The sound of an engine began revving inside the red robot, a deep hum that grew louder, as if something inside was coming to life. Red lights started leaking between the openings of the grimm, slivers of light cutting through the darkness covering the metal giant. The sound intensified, a mechanical roar that echoed through the desert, drowning out even the grimm' screeches.

{{TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE!}} Shouted the robot whose name I didn't even know.

The red lights intensified, becoming almost blinding. The engine's hum turned into a deafening roar that only stopped when it suddenly exploded!

BOOOM!

Fire vaporized the nearby grimm as a shockwave spread through the desert. The remains of the red mechanical body scattered across the desert sands.

"No…" I murmured, holding back tears.

As if in response to my grief, the jet began pulling away from the Dread Shadow.

"Now you're gonna run?" I said furiously.

My anger is cut by a guitar riff echoing from inside the Black Bird, accompanied by a song I had never heard before, its vocals growing louder and clearer.

{Ooh, are you ready girls?
Ooh, are you ready now?}​

"What the hell is this?" I asked furiously, suspecting that we were about to retreat.

{{I'm preparing an entrance.}} The blue robot replied in an irritated tone.

{Whoa, yeah
Kickstart my heart, give it a start
Whoa, yeah
Baby}​

A blond figure surrounded by two tornadoes shoots out of the jet towards Dread Shadow.

"Is that Jaune?"

{Whoa, yeah
Kickstart my heart, hope it never stops
Ooh, yeah
Baby, yeah}​

{{That idiot.}} Church grumbled irritably. {{I thought undergoing such a drastic and life-threatening procedure would make him grow up a bit.}}

"LEEROY JENKIS!" Jaune shouts, laughing loudly.

{{I guess I'm the true idiot here!}}

[Audra Taurus]​

Sweat runs down my face, mixing with the dust and pulverized rock shards from the battle. The metallic smell of faunus blood hangs in the air. I looked at my forces, desperate silhouettes against the red sunset sky.

"Listen up, soldiers!" I shouted, taking a confident stance despite the pain. "Fatigue is for the weak! Defend our families! Let those soulless monsters feel our fury!"

My eyes turned to the horizon, spotting a black jet circling the titan grimm vulture, where Jaune was facing the Dread Shadow. The grotesque creature that could destroy our city with its abyssal presence alone.

On our battlefield, the grimm kept coming like an endless horde, draining our strength and resources.

"They're too many! And we're out of Dust ammo already!" Shouted a faunus from my team, pointing to the ground-based grimm advancing toward the city center. "We'll have to retreat!"

'She's right.' I thought, worried. 'I can buy them some time, but to do that I need someone to take command. But I don't have anyone in the militia experienced enough to lead them in a retreat.'

At that moment, my eyes turned to the leader of the White Fang wielding her chain whip.

"SIENNA!" I yelled, and the tiger faunus turned to me, revealing a still-fresh scar on her left eye. "Fall back with our forces and organize them into a defensive line."

"And leave you alone?" She asked incredulously. "No way, you crazy cow."

"Sienna…" I murmur pleadingly. "Please."

Swallowing hard, Sienna turned to the militia, who had heard our conversation, and began guiding them to defense points in the city.

Turning toward the horde of monsters approaching, I let out a threat to hype myself up rather than intimidate them.

"Come get me, you syphilitic leftovers of leviathan grimm!"

With a swing, I cleaved three Raptors in half as they leapt toward me.

"ROOOOR!" Roared a Rex stomping nearby.

"You! I already know how to deal with you easily." I murmured with a smile.

I ran low to the ground, dodging the creature's bite. When I reached between its legs, I used my axe to separate the monster's foot from the rest of its body.

"GYAAAAAH" Wailed the creature as it fell to the ground, only to then have its head easily severed.

CHOP!

As time passed, more sweat streamed down my face, mixing with the sand and irritating my skin. Each strike made my axe heavier, even without using my Semblance. But I couldn't stop. Not while those monsters kept invading our city, not while my people were in danger.

My rage began consuming me, giving me more brute strength to fuel each move.

I had already lost count of how many I had taken down, but there were always more to face. They came in a constant wave, a tide of black flesh and white bone armor. The small Raptors were starting to get more annoying thanks to my sluggishness. Proof of that was that I dropped my guard, and one took advantage of it.

CHOMP!

"Argh." I growled in pain, feeling the bite at my heel break my Aura.

I quickly crushed the grimm with a punch, but the damage was done. I'm out of Aura and my foot is injured.

"ROAAAAAAAAR!"

And to make things worse, a Twin Terror Rex was approaching.

"Come on, Audra." I said to myself. "Get up, dammit!"

Even with pain and blood dripping, I managed to stand, gripping my axe. But the moment I looked at the creature, I saw its two mouths open, glowing green, ready to regurgitate acid.

I tried to jump away from the attack.

"Shit!" Only to remember my heel had been chomped, making me fall face-first into the ground. "I'm such an idiot."

The acrid smell of acid filled my nostrils, making it clear my end was near. As despair took over my being, I could only think of one thing.

"Forgive me, Minos…" I lamented with tears in my eyes. "I failed you and our son."

With one last effort, I threw my axe at the two-headed grimmm.

"GYAR!" It struck where the necks met, making it recoil a step.

"Heh!" I laughed sarcastically. "If I had a bit of Aura left to use my Semblance, I could've cut you in half."

Shaking off the pain to focus back on me, the creature took a step forward, its mouths open, already drooling corrosive green liquid.

"ROOAAR!" Roared the monster, acid bubbling in its throat.

But before it could attack, a voice echoed above us, shouting something unintelligible.

"HAKUNA MATATA!" Shouts a strange purple-and-gold blur falling from the sky onto the grimm.

POFF!

"CAIM!" Whimpered the monster as one of its skulls was smashed by the impact.

After the blow, the grimm, now with only one head, staggered and collapsed to the side.

"PUMBA!" Shouted another voice falling from the sky.

This figure descended more slowly, so I was able to examine it.

It was wearing armor like I had never seen before. Heavy and shaped like a humanoid vault, predominantly purple with yellow details. At its back, it seemed to carry a Dust rifle, while in its hands it wielded a… 'rocket hammer?'

[Image Armor]​

[Image Weapon]​

​

The armored individual fell beside the grimm's head, and with a swing of his weapon, propelled by a blue rocket flame, he smashed the skull with one blow.

"Are you crazy, Pumba?" Yelled the being standing in purple armor, helping the other who had landed on top of the grimm. "Why did you throw yourself like that?"

"But it was the boss lady who told us to jump." Said the figure getting up, with a deeper voice than his ally.

"Not belly-first, you idiot." Explained his frustrated ally with an irritating voice, turning his back. "You were supposed to use the jetpack to land, remember?"

"Aaaaah."

Happy to have been saved, I tried to get up and greet those two, but I tripped and fell again.

"Damn!" I muttered once more, frustrated.

"Hold on, commander!" Said the warrior with an squeak voice, pulling a green seed from a holster. "I think you know what this is, right?"

It was one of Jaune's miraculous healing seeds. I quickly ate the seed, already feeling the pain leave my body, replaced by relief and energy.

"Thank you men, but who are you?" I asked, curious.

"Timon and Pumba reporting for duty." Said the taller one with a deep voice, saluting with his left hand.

I stood up, cracking my shoulders and stretching my legs. The shorter one with the irritating voice handed me my axe as I finish stretching.

"Thanks again, but I doubt just two of you in armor will make much of a difference."

My comment made the two glance at each other and chuckle before the shorter one explained why.

"Let's just say there's more than just two of us."

Looking around, I saw what he said was true.

Several pairs of fighters in armor similar to theirs were engaging with grimm, thinning out our enemies before they could reach the defensive line.

"Who are you?" I ask stunned.

The shorter one stepped forward and with his chest puffed out, proclaimed:

"We are the Pride of Steel, we are Knight Shade."

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[Arthur Watts]​

As I enter the Queen of Grimm's throne room, my heart races with fear. I knew I had to report to her that the weaknesses I had placed in the Atlas system had been purged, and my contacts had either been captured or fled the kingdom, fearing a similar fate.

The thought of another person, a genius hacker, manipulating everything behind the scenes filled me with dread almost as much as facing Salem herself with the bad news.

Unable to meet her gaze, I walk with my head lowered until I kneel before her as I near the throne.

"Your Majesty…" I begin, my voice firm but trembling inside. "I have news about Atlas."

Cold sweat drips from my forehead as I wait to be answered by her cold, powerful voice. But after several minutes of silence, I receive nothing.

I swallow my fear and hesitation, slowly lifting my eyes to encounter a horrifying scene.

Salem sits on her throne surrounded by Seers, Grimm creatures resembling jellyfish that she typically uses as espionage drones. But now the monsters' tendrils are embedded in her flesh, pumping what seems to be red energy into her body. Despite the Queen of Grimm showing no signs of pain or discomfort, the veins in her face and neck throb as if they were about to explode.

"By the Gods." The words escape my lips, drawing the attention of another being in the room.

"She is surely divine, my dear Watts." A voice cackles, emerging from the darkness of a pillar.

"Tyrian?" I question, surprised.

Tyrian Callows' manic laughter echoes through the chamber, sending a shiver down my spine. His laughter is frenzied, and his eyes gleam with a wild, insane light.

I take a step back, trying to put some distance between us, but Tyrian quickly closes the gap. His tail lashes the air menacingly as he advances toward me. I can see the poisonous barbs at the tip of it gleaming in the dim light of the chamber.

"Arthur Watts," Tyrian growls, his voice shifting from cheerful to low and threatening. "May I know what you wish with our Goddess?"

My heart pounds in my chest as I try to think of the best way to respond. Tyrian is Salem's most fanatical servant, and he is known for his brutal methods and unpredictable temper.

"I came to update your Majesty on the situation in Atlas, as she had asked of me." I affirm, my voice trembling.

Once he realizes that my presence is by Salem's will, Tyrian reduces his intensity slightly, satisfied with my response.

"But I see I must come another time, since she is… indisposed." I continue, returning my gaze to her throne.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tyrian exclaims, clapping his hands cheerfully. "Our Goddess felt an ancient and powerful Grimm awakening, but due to the great distance, she couldn't pinpoint its exact location."

I look at the Seers, the creatures pulsating with red energy, their ethereal forms flickering as they connect to Salem. The sight is both fascinating and terrifying. The energy flowing through them seems to amplify the already imposing presence of the Queen of Grimm.

"So..." I begin, my cautious voice reflecting my apprehension. "The Grimm connected to her... they're amplifying her influence?"

Tyrian spins toward me, his eyes glowing with an intensity that makes me step back once again.

"Ah, Watts. Always so insightful." He says, his voice a mix of madness and admiration. "Yes, the Seers are amplifying our Goddess's influence. They are her eyes and ears, extending her reach beyond what we mere mortals can comprehend."

"But why is she doing this?" I ask, curious.

In response, the scorpion assassin steps closer to me, the stinger of his tail swinging dangerously near my face, enough that I can smell the acidic scent of his venom. I stay firm, trying not to show my discomfort. Tyrian continues, his tone shifting to something almost serious.

"Cinder's plans are delayed, and the probability of them succeeding is lower than yours of surviving my venom HUAHAHAHA!" My stomach churns with the manic laughter punctuating his veiled threat. "Our Queen is seeking alternatives, and this humble servant is here to ensure no one will interfere."

The assassin finishes, removing his stinger from my face.

I adjust my clothes, smoothing out the lapels of my suit as I try to regain my composure. Tyrian's threats shake me, but I try not to show it visibly. I maintain a cold, calculated expression, despite the cold sweat running down my back.

"What kind of Grimm did our Queen sense?" I ask, my voice firm, no trace of fear.

Tyrian, still wearing that manic grin, steps closer once more, his eyes gleaming with an almost childlike excitement.

"Curious, aren't you?" He asks with a wide, intimidating smile. "It's a Leviathan Grimm, ancient as Monstra."

[Audra Taurus]​

I gritted my teeth and continued to fight as the swarm of raptors advanced. Behind me, I could hear Sienna's orders to retreat with the soldiers out of ammunition. We had to hold these monsters off long enough for them to get organized.

The Pride of Steel, dressed in their powerful armor, were a blessing that literally fell from the sky to help. Few of them were real fighters, but the thick plates of their armor could withstand the Terror Raptor's bite without even a scratch, turning the small Grimms into insects crushed by their hands and hammers.

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOA!" Roars a single-headed Terror Rex approaching.

"The problem now is just the big Grimms." I muttered, frustrated.

But before the creature could get any closer, something hits it in the face.

"VARÃO ARC!" A familiar voice shouts from above. "GROW!"

A red wooden staff stretches, hitting the creature directly in the eyes, making it take a step back.

"What the hell is that?" I ask, stunned.

Then the staff anchors to the ground and begins to shrink. When I look at who is on the other end, I can't help but smile.

"Took you long enough, Nikos!" I exclaim, waving at the redhead coming down to the ground.

With the help of the staff, Nikos had managed to cushion her fall after jumping from a transport jet I hadn't seen before.

"It's not my fault." The redhead complains, brushing the excess sand off her clothes. "I'm babysitting 14 prisoners in power armor and 4 robots."

"Robots?" I ask, curious.

KABOOOOOM!

I turn toward the explosion and feel confused and relieved when I realize it's in the middle of the grimm, followed by more explosions.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

When I look at the cause of the explosions, I'm surprised to see a mohawked chicken robot holding a black fuse bomb in each hand, similar to ones in old cartoons.

"Nikos?" I murmur, jaw dropped. "Where did that thing come from?"

"From the same place those three did." The redhead answers, pointing in another direction.

My eyes widen at the carnage the three robots are bringing down upon the Grimms.

RRRIP! VRRRM! RRRIP! VRRRM!

A red robot was throwing circular saws with inhuman speed at the enemy forces; with each saw, it killed three raptors before they lost power and fell, while for the larger monsters, it was able to slice off one of their legs, leaving the chicken robot to finish them with its bombs.

In another corner, a robot with a yellow head and red limbs was throwing giant rocks as if they were tennis balls.

POW! CRUNCH! POW! CRUNCH!

At first, the rocks seemed to fall randomly, but the last orange one was shooting concrete that hardened in less than a second, creating instant walls that funneled the Grimms and delayed their advance.

[Image]

"Now, if you'll excuse me." The redhead said, wielding her staff. "I need to take out my anger and frustration on an army of Grimms."

Surprised by the reinforcements taking over the battlefield, I begin to laugh with relief. With the arrival of Boudica Nikos and her fighters, this battle went from a lost cause to a possible victory.

"And if my idiot blonde angel has anything to say about it." I turn, staring at the Dread Shadow in the distance, writhing in pain with explosions coursing through its body. "We've already won."

[Jaune Arc]​

I wake up drenched in sweat, my vision blurry and my ears buzzing.

"Fuuuuuck." I complain, getting up, not realizing the straps are loose.

Fortunately, everything clears up quickly, and to my surprise, I discover that my vision is sharper than ever, the smells are stronger, and my hearing is picking up sounds and noises that were once imperceptible to me.

"It feels like I woke up in a world with better resolution." I comment, astonished by the changes. "Is this because the Extremis Virus upgraded a body that had already been modified by the super soldier serum?"

As soon as I take a step forward, I notice that my boot had exploded from the inside out.

"What?" I look down and realize the reason. "Am I taller?"

{{Cool, right?}} Church asks, appearing in front of me.

But this time, he's not a hologram projected by my Stark Tech watch or an AR image projected on my Scouter. He looked like a realistic action figure of a Spartan II in blue armor holding a sniper rifle.

With wide eyes, I extend my finger, trying to interact with the little figure.

{{Don't even think about it!}} The little being exclaims, floating in front of me.

"He-he." I chuckle awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck. "Sorry."

{{With the help of the virus, you've undergone an enhancement process, blending the SPARTAN-II program by Dr. Catherine Halsey and Project Freelancer by Dr. Leonard Church. The implants in your brain are what allow you to see me as real. It will also help guide you while you fight more effectively.}}

"Wait a second." I ask, surprised. "Do I have all the modifications from both projects?"

{{Not everything, but some of the best hits from each.}} Church comments, projecting a model of my body, but transparent with organs and bones visible. {{You're too old for the full process from Halsey, and I don't have all the resources needed to implant what the director did with the Freelancers. The Extremis Virus, guided by me, along with the extra nutrients from the senzu bean, helped a lot, but I don't do miracles.}}

I'd like to ask more, but a beastly screech reminds me of the situation we're in.

"SKRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAK!"

I frown immediately, turning back to Church.

"Keep updating me while we fight."

{{Roger that!}} The AI responds, saluting.

I walk to the cabinet, grab my 'bag of holding' with some magical items inside, and then test my equipment to see if it still fits.

"The clothes and armor are stretching without tearing and don't hinder my movement." I Say testing my equipment. "The sword and the lawgiver still fit in my hand, although uncomfortable. Now, the shield…"

I look with regret at the first item I created with magic in this world. Maybe I can adjust the straps with Ruby's help, but for now, it didn't fit on my arm.

"Next time, old friend." I mutter sadly, leaving the shield behind in the cabinet.

Equipped with my sword, gun, and backpack, I head to the cargo ramp of the Black Bird.

"Fly 20 meters(65f) over the Dread Shadow."

I feel the ship move and take out two green emeralds from the bag of holding.

"Hope you guys obey me." I mutter, breaking the jewels in my hands.

As they start to glow, I release them, their light illuminating the darkness around us. But before they could touch the floor of the ship, two strange figures emerged from within them. They were made entirely of swirling white and gray winds, their shimmering, ethereal forms in the dim light of the Black Bird's interior standing over three meters (10 feet) tall.

These are air elementals, and they looked at me as if awaiting orders.

"Awesome!" I exclaim, flashing a wild smile. "When I jump, you're going to guide my fall, make me land on the bird."

In response, the beings swayed what seemed to be their heads, as if agreeing with what I said.

"After that, each of you is going to one of its wings, try to destabilize it and bring it down. But even if you don't succeed, keep trying to hindering it."

The beings once again responded with a confirming swaying.

"I need your help, Church."

{{Just say the word.}} The AI responds, excited for the fight. {{Want a battle plan, enemy info breakdown, or a review of your enhancements?}}

"Play 'Kickstart My Heart'."

...

{{Seriously?}} The AI asked, irritated.

"On the ship's system."

{{SERIOUSLY?}} The AI shouted, frustrated.

Instead of responding, I throw one leg back and place both hands on the ground, as if in a starting position.

Even though Church is angry at my request, Motley Crew's music started playing on the ship.

{When I get high, I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's a drug for me
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart}​

The elementals, sensing my intentions, move to my side, dissolving their humanoid forms while covering me with their winds.

{Always got the cops coming after me
Custom built bike doing 103
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart}​

As the music echoes through the Black Bird's speakers, I feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Subconsciously, my implants are helping my body prepare for battle.

{Ooh, are you ready girls?
Ooh, are you ready now?}​

My muscles tense, ready to launch me forward at top speed. My heart races, pumping blood and oxygen to every part of my being. Everything around me seems to slow down, as if time itself had slowed, but it's my perception and reaction that are accelerating.

{Whoa, yeah
Kickstart my heart, give it a start
Whoa, yeah
Baby}​

I shoot forward at full speed, faster than I've ever run in my life, two tornadoes surround me, propelling and guiding me as I leap.

{Whoa, yeah
Kickstart my heart, hope it never stops
Ooh, yeah
Baby, yeah}​

"LEEROY JENKIS!" I scream, laughing loudly, falling towards the Dread Shadow.

The wind howled in my ears as I fell. My skin felt the resistance of the air as if it were liquid. Not knowing whether this was caused by the alteration in my nervous system or brain, I enjoyed the strange sensation with my eyes closed until I felt the tornadoes around me slowing my fall.

"It's showtime, motherfucker!" I exclaim, landing on the back of the monster.

"SKRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAK!" The beast screeches, writhing, trying to throw me off its back.

Trying to avoid that fate, I throw myself forward, grabbing a clump of feathers hard as steel with my right hand and pressing my feet into the creature's back. At that moment, I realized I forgot one small detail.

"I'm still barefoot." I mutter, spending my Aura to activate my Semblance, summoning what looks like a dark gray caulk gun into my left hand. "Guess I'll go John McClane on this shit."

Running with a low posture and my right hand pressed against the creature's back, I leave a series of 'X's' along the Dread Shadow's spine, until I reach its skull and leap forward, landing on the monstrous vulture's beak.

It stares at me with its left eye, that massive orb measuring three meters in diameter.

With my right hand gripping the beak, I show the small gadget and speak before pulling the trigger.

"Yippee ki yay, motherfucker!"

Then all the X's on the Dread Shadow's spine, drawn with the 'bat-explosive gel', detonate.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"KAAAAAAAAAAA!" Dread Shadow agonizes, feeling its back explode in several spots.

"HA! I blew your back out." I mock the monster, dematerializing the Batman gadget to draw my sword. "Flame on!"

The creature's eyes widen as it sees my flame ignite near its eyes.

"MORRE DEMONIO!" I scream in portuguese, driving the sword into the monster's eye.

"HIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The creature shrieks, finally beginning to fall.

The monster must have been over twenty meters long from head to claws, which is why it was so difficult to destabilize. But with the elementals on its wings, the explosions in its spine, and now the burning puncture in its eye, it had no other fate but to fall into the sands of Menagerie.

With the certainty that the creature would fall, I manifest a parachute and jump away from it. At a safe distance, I pull the cord.

As I float, I can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. Although it's not dead, the Dread Shadow is a formidable opponent, and I'm happy to have grounded it before it could cause more damage.

"But I still have to finish it." I murmur, checking my aura level that Church has displayed in my vision.

{99.83%}

"Not bad." I say, pleased with the number.

Confident in my aura reserves, I manifest in my hand a white and blue board, appropriately sized for me. It's the extreme gear used by the blue hedgehog in the game Sonic Rider Zero Gravity. I step onto the board and feel my body float, I dissolve the parachute and fly toward the grimm lying in the desert of Menagerie.

As I approach the monstrous creature, I feel discomfort on my skin, something I haven't felt at any point in the fight so far.

Just a moment ago, the creature was thrashing and agonizing, but now it was still, lying in the sands of Menagerie, making me suspect something was wrong.

Up close, I notice two things. First, the monster is not disintegrating, meaning the Dread Shadow is still alive. But the thing that catches my attention the most is that the creature seems... calm.

"Too calm." I murmur, concerned.

I slow my approach, circling the body until I'm in front of its face.

"Just like its spine, the eye has regenerated." I mutter in frustration.

Even though I'm frustrated with the regeneration of the creature, It's nothing compared to the behavior that takes me by surprise next.

"Mwah ha ha HA!" The giant grimm laughs.

The laugh echoes across the desert, sending chills down my spine. It's a guttural, low, unearthly laugh as you'd expect from a monster like that, but it's also feminine.

"Little pawn of Ozma." The voice resonates, coming from the Dread Shadow's throat. "No matter how many generations pass my old lover, your pawns keep trying…"

Something seems to suffocate me. I feel a pressure rising throughout my body. A presence similar to what I feel when I hold a Dust crystal while absorbing it. But while Dust crystals could be compared to glasses or buckets of water, in front of me I feel a whole ocean.

"And they keep failing." She ends by pointing out with disgust and disdain evident in her tone.

With my heart pounding, I didn't need to think for more than a second to understand who was in front of me.

"Salem," I murmur, feeling my blood turn cold.

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I just wanted to send a shout out to this legend who left us in 2023.

Kentaro Miura, I hope to see an anime adaptation worthy of the full scope of your work.

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[Jaune Arc]​

I've been anticipating this encounter since I woke up in this world. All the training, equipment crafting, alliances, friendships, plans, super soldier serum, and the extremis virus were all for this moment.

"Salem." I murmur, my blood turning cold.

Upon hearing the name, the titanic vulture, now a puppet of Salem, stares its red eyes glowing more intensely than before, reflecting the presence of the queen of the grimm analyzing me.

"How quaint… you display a flicker of wit, uncommon among most of Ozma's pitiful thralls." The voice, a raspy feminine tone laced with ancient power, echoes from the throat of the monster rising before me. "Please enlighten me child… who are you, to stand before me?"

The supernatural weight of Salem's voice hits me like a freezing wave, paralyzing my muscles as a sudden insecurity overwhelms me. Her magical presence, big enough to fill the deepest chasm, passively burdens me.
'Until a few minutes ago, I would have thought it was absurd for just one person to wield such raw power.

But I can't falter now, but I also can't give too much information either. I think quickly in silence, searching for an escape. Especially about my abilities.

A smile spreads across my face as a stupid idea blooms in my mind.

"My name is Noneof, from the Yourbusiness family."

The grimm-bird tilts its head with curiosity and irritation, its red eyes glowing with an intensity that makes me sweat cold.

"None of your business." I explain, giving a forced laugh.

Some pours from the creature body, like flames bursting from a raging demon as Salem roars, the sound reverberating through the sky, carrying a primordial fury that makes the air tremble. The cry of the Dread Shadow echoes, amplified by the presence of the queen of the Grimms.

The shockwave hits me with force making me take a step back, but I stand firm, teeth clenched, muscles tense.

"Insolent fool."

Salem's voice thunders, the bird's eyes gleaming like beacons from a blood-soaked abyss.

"You dare mock me? You pitiful, unwashed scrap of mortality." She sneers as her magical pressure mounts on top of me with its full weight. "Ozma's taste in pawns has grown even more foul, I see."




'Are her aggressive intentions alone enough to paralyze me?' I think, swallowing hard. 'I can't freeze now, I need to do something... prove to myself that I'm capable of affecting her.'

Focusing my resolve, I decid to throw at her the biggest insult I could think of.

"Me pitiful?" I ask with an ironic grimace on my lips. "Pitiful is killing ALL your children in the middle of a lover's quarrel."

The monster in front of me stops moving in response to my speech.

Unlike the ground that begins to shake under the queen of the grimm. The vibration under my feet worries me, but before I can identify the source, Salem's voice comes from the beak of the Dread Shadow lower than before.

"How dare you..." The cold whisper envelops me, laden with a lethal threat.

My eyes widen, my heart beats unevenly. The ground shakes harder, and I struggle to maintain my balance.

"How dare you!" This time, the voice is louder, reverberating through the air, making my bones vibrate.

The tremor intensifies, and I look around, trying to understand what is happening. That's when I see it, the army of Grimms coming from the city toward us, running toward Salem with more purpose than when they wanted to destroy Kuo Kuana.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I complain, taking six gems from my backpack. "I've played enough video games and watched enough anime to know what's going to happen."

"HOW DARE YOU!" Salem's furious roar explodes into the air, the force of the voice hitting me like a shockwave.

As the army of Grimms approaches, their grotesque forms accelerate with a terrifying speed. I break the pairs of red, blue, and brown jewels I just picked up in my hand.

"Destroy as many as you can!" I shouted, throwing the cracked gems at the horde of monsters.

Pairs of giant fire, water, and earth elementals began to form, each over three meters (10 feet) tall. Wasting no time, they advanced upon the monsters with explosions of fire, pillars of stone stakes sprouting from the sand, and torrents of water crushing them.

Thanks to the elementals I am in a safe bubble without the presence of grimm, but those who pass by me continue towards Salem.

Crashing into the monster on the giant monster, their bodies liquefying like pitch from pure black entropy. The dark mass moves with red eyes, beaks and fangs pulses with a malignant energy that makes my stomach churn.

A stench of decay and death fills the air, almost suffocating. As I watch, horrified, as the black substance leaps onto the body of the Dread Shadow, enveloping it like a grotesque second skin.

Growing, the leviathan grimm flesh and bones distorts, breaks, and rearrange like a demonic tumor. Red veins spread across the black skin, pulsing with a life of their own.

Dread Shadow's body continues to contorts, muscles expanding, bones stretching into impossible shapes, jutting out with grotesque spikes and saw-like edges.

The sight is visceral, repulsive and just wrong.

Now the monster is an abomination, a grotesque black bird with bulging muscles and chaotic bones sprouting like extra limbs. Each movement is accompanied by wet, disgusting sounds. The stench intensifies, a nauseating mixture of rotten flesh and sulfur. The air around me seems to bend, distorted by the malignant presence.

"Your bones shall ornament my throne. Your skin, stretched and treated, will grace the marble beneath my feet. Your flesh shall nourish my favored beasts, your blood shall flavor the goblets of my court, and your soul..." She whispers, releasing a low, velvety laugh laced with dark delight. "...will never now peace. A fitting end for Ozma's latest failure."

Truly a grotesque sight, combined with the whispered threat, makes my stomach churn. My instincts, enhanced by aura and modifications, scream for me to run or surrender to the force before me.

'But I won't back down.' I think, swallowing my fear. 'Nor will I surrender.'

"Church!" I exclaim, gathering my courage.

{{Always by your side, kid.}} the AI responds, knowing what I'm going through. {{Like they say in your country. 'She may be big, but she's not two. You are small, but you are not half'}}

The old Brazilian saying brings a smile to my lips.

"Grab the sword."

{{The fuck are you talking about?}} the AI says, its tone confused. {{It's on your waist.}}

"The heavy sword," I reply, smiling.

Laughing the AI disappears from my sight.

"GHAAAAARRRRRR!" The chaotic mass of black flesh and bones stumbles toward me, unable to fly or run.

The grotesque sight of the abomination coming toward me is a nightmare that defies all logic.

I take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. My aura pulses, responding to the imminent danger. With a thought, I manifest Shadow Air Shoes on my feet for the second time since coming to Menagerie, preparing for battle.

'I'm not going to run barefoot in the desert.'

Above the monster, the Black Bird fires a missile toward me. My eyes widen, but I don't panic. Halfway through, the missile shatters, its charge detaching and falling beside me, casting a shadow over my body.

"Nice, Church!" I exclaim, a smile spreading across my face. "Faster than Amazon."

I extend my hand, grabbing the hilt of the fallen sword. My fingers close around the cold metal, and a shiver runs down my spine. The weapon is enormous, nearly two meters (6'5" f) in length, and weighs over 130 kilos(300 lb).

{{Huge, thick, heavy, and rough. Too big to be called a sword, more like a chunk of raw iron.}} Church says in my ear, quoting the original source.

In my hands, I wield a sword made to kill dragons, so its name is:

"Dragon Slayer," I whisper with a wild grin.

A tentacle from the monster lashes toward me.

SLAP!

But thanks to my reflexes and instincts, sharpened by intense training with Port and body enhancements, I quickly dodge before running toward the Dread Shadow.

The same cannot be said for my elementals who are crushed with one blow.

'I can't let her hit me, I need to be quick.'

As I dash across the sand, I mentally pat myself on the back for creating the Air Shoes for this fight. I glide over the terrain without worrying about getting stuck.

I am filled with a sense of total freedom, as if I were skating calmly… except that I'm in a battle with a titanic abomination while carrying a surfboard-sized sword.

With the speed of a hypercar, I circle the monster. The creature tries to strike me again with its multiple tentacles.

SLAP! FLACK! SNAP! CRACK!

But I'm too fast.

As I slide, a plan starts to form in my mind.

'The tentacles are fast, but predictable.' I think without any problem maintaining my speed while concentrating. 'The main body is large, full of bubbles and lumps at an angled incline.'

"Church!" I call, invoking the AI in my HUD. "I need maximum power in my legs. I'm going to try to end this with one strike."

{{Got it.}}

I feel my leg muscles heat up as they contract with small shocks. The extra power makes my body vibrate, the adrenaline pulsing in my veins.

"Show time!" I yell excitedly.

With an explosive thrust, I shoot forward like a white and golden blur to the monster's main body.

Tentacles and even claws try to stop me when I reach the giant bloated grimm mass. But with my enhanced senses I can dodge them even at this insane speed.

Shadow's shoes stick to the creature's body with ease at my speed, making it easy to climb the monster while circling its body as the wind whistles in my ears, the landscape becomes a whirlwind of distorted colors and shapes.

Tentacles, claws, maws, and spikes sprout from the Dread Shadow body, whipping and advancing around me, trying to reach me. But the enhancements, serum and aura working together is too much for the monster. The intoxicating sense of freedom takes over my being, as if I were dancing with death.

I climb faster, the spiral tightening, the muscles in my legs start to burn with the effort, sending waves of pain down my spine, making my brain throb inside my skull.

"Hold on." I whisper, gritting my teeth, blood dripping from my nose and ears.

The center of the Dread Shadow's body approaches, filled with grotesque bubbles and lumps. The sight is repulsive, but I keep my focus.

'I need to deal as much damage as possible.' I think silently, moving closer to the head. 'But how will I stop myself when I get into a good position to attack?'

"DIE!" The monster roars, turning its head towards me.

'The beak!' I shout mentally as soon as I realize what I need to do. 'I'm going to use it to brake myself.'

With my legs burning from pain, I push them further, forcing my limits.

Everything becomes a blur until I collide sideways with the creature's gigantic beak.

CRACK!-CRUNCH!

My bones roared in pain at the impact, strong enough to snap the Dread Shadow's neck in a sickening sound echoing across the desert.

My world is consumed by an explosion of pain. I can't even think about moving due to my damaged bones.

"Fuck…" I mumble in pain.

{{I'm on it!}} Says Church forcing my dislocated bones back in place through the implants. {{It wasn't a cure, but you'll be able to keep fighting.}}

With my mind starts to clear without pain, I stand on top of the monster's beak that has already begun to regenerate.

The creature was already finishing healing, leaving my heart heavy with worry.

However, the weight of the sword I was carrying reminded me of the potential for destruction I am capable of now.

"HYAAAAAAG!" The screeches at me.

I spit out the blood that has accumulated in mine, crouching down to run once more. Quickly my body and implants light up, preparing my body for another run.

Black tentacle flesh and atrophied arms come together from the creature, forming a giant hand throwing itself towards my direction to grab me.

With a smile I ignore the giant appendage, as I am ready to attack.

I shoot like a bullet racing through the creature's beak.

The wind howls around me, cutting my skin like invisible blades. in my muscles and bones is intense, but adrenaline keeps me focused, every muscle tense, every nerve at full alert.

As soon as I leave the beak, I thrust Dragon Slayer at the grimm's red eye.

"IT BUUUUUUUUUURNS!" Salem screams in horror. "WHY?! THIS BODY IS NOT MINE, BUT I FEEL MY SOUL BURNING!"

I would like to celebrate the sword's effect on the evil queen, something that I wasn't sure would even remotely hur her. But I need to do more damage.

I hold the giant sword with both hands and keep running, ripping through the monster's flesh, opening a deep cut that releases a jet of black, viscous blood onto my body. My feet would slide over the wet black flesh, but the Air Shoes kept me stable as I shot forward at a dizzying speed, circling the creature in a single line, carving deeper into its black flesh with each rotation.

Even with the sword lodged in the monster's flesh, I'm faster than before. The sensation is surreal, as if I'm defying the laws of physics.

The air around me starts to condense, forming water droplets that cling to my body, creating a visible mist cone. It's a phenomenon I've seen in jet documentaries, and the realization hits me like a punch:

'I'm running at Mach 1.' I think, surprised.

The sight is hypnotizing, but I can't let myself be distracted. The sword continues cutting, leaving a large tear that keeps growing in the creature as I sink into its putrid black flesh.

"Why isn't it healing?" Salem's voice echoes with fear instead of the usual primal malice. "Is it the sword? WHERE DID YOU FIND IT?"

The flesh around me begins to slow me down even though I keep running, ignoring Salem's questions, keeping my focus on my goal.

'Carve this bitch like a turkey!'

Light begins to fade the deeper I sink, my senses overcome by the darkness, stench, and dampness of the grimm's interior... and still I run.

The creature's body begins to writhe and convulse, placing the weight of its muscles on top of me. As if it's trying to expel me like a zit. Fatigue and pain begin to weigh even more. Afraid that my effort will be in vain, I call Church to help me finish.

'I need more power in my arms and back. NOW!'

In response to the mental command, I feel the same sensation of activation that I had in my legs traveling up my back and arms. I would roar if not for the risk of drowning in rotten black blood as I raise my sword.

I bring the blade down in a large arc in front of me, putting all my strength into it.

SWHIIIIICH!

The impact is deafening. The sound of metal against bone and flesh reverberates through the desert, echoing like thunder. The force of the blow dislocates both my shoulder, a sharp pain running through my arms, making my teeth grind. The sword sinks deep into the monster's flesh, separating the flesh from where I am buried, bringing back light and fresh air.

{{I've got this!}} Church exclaims, controlling the implants, forcing my bones back into place once more.

Dread Shadow roars in pain, its gigantic body cleaved from the final cut.

I feel all my strength drain from my body, but my feet, equipped with the Air Shoes, keep me firm as I start to fall slowly.

"You motherless bastard!" Salem roars from the desert sands, her voice filled with fury and shame. "You'll pay for this outrage, even Ozma was never so foolish!"

The monster lay cut in half, with its vulture skull half disintegrated.

With a tired smile and a firm grip on my sword I deactivate my air shoes and fall.

Dragon Slayer cuts through the air, its sharp blade gleaming under the desert sun. With precise aim, I fell thrusting the sword on its other eye.

TWACK!

The puncture is deep, the Dread Shadow's head try tilting back, as a jet of black, viscous blood spraying into the air.The monster begins to tremble, its gigantic form speeds up its disintegration.

The Dread Shadow's body falls apart. But I don't stop, I keep stabbing the sword cutting through the black flesh with ease.

TWACK! SLASH! CRASH! CPOP!

{{Stop.}} Church pleads in my ear. {{You've won, you can stop now.}}

I take a deep breath, fresh air burning my lungs. Sweat trickles down my face, mixing with the blood dripping from my nose, ears and eyes. My body shakes, every muscle screaming in exhaustion. But adrenaline still pulses through my veins, keeping me upright.

Blown away I look around. The Dread Shadow is now disintegrating before my eyes. Pieces of black flesh fall into the desert, turning to dust before hitting the ground. The wind carries the particles, scattering them through the air like a dark mist only to disappear forever soon after.

Reality hits me, breaking my concentration.

"Did I win?" I question, disbelieving. "Did I really win?"

My body gives out, my knees buckling. I collapse to the ground, the hot sand cushioning my fall. The impact sends a wave of pain through my legs, but I barely feel it. Exhaustion takes over, every breath a struggle.

My blood cools in my veins, the adrenaline slowly dissipating. The feeling is strange, as if I'm waking up from a feverish dream. I look at my hands, trembling and covered in sand. The sword, the Dragon Slayer, rests beside me.

"I... I won." The words come out in a whisper, almost inaudible. But the realization fills me with an indescribable pride. I lift my head to the sky and shout, "I WON, DAMN IT!" The shout echoes through the desert, filled with triumph and relief.

I celebrate proudly, my heart pounding in my chest. The feeling of triumph is intoxicating, like a powerful drug. But, just like the adrenaline, it begins to fade, leaving me deeply exhausted, and my vision starts to darken.

"Church?" I call, my voice weak, almost a whisper. "What's going on?"

{{You pushed yourself too far, kid.}} Church's voice echoes in my mind, filled with concern. {{Your implants drained a lot.}}

"Why isn't my Aura healing me?" I ask, confusion mixed with a hint of desperation.

{{Your Aura's broken, Jaune.}} Church explains, his voice serious. {{You were using it to power your implants as you put those on overclock. And then, when you impacted against the monster's beak at Mach 1, the shock was too much. Your Aura broke.}}

The information leaves me stunned. Weakness spreads through my body, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. The light-headedness intensifies, as if I'm about to pass out.

"I... I'm going to die?" The question slips out in a whisper, fear tightening in my chest.

{{No.}} Church responds, his voice calm and reassuring. {{You're just going to sleep for a bit. Your body needs rest to recover.}}

The darkness closes in, my vision growing more and more blurred. The sensation of lightness takes over, as if I'm floating in a dream.

"Hmmm." I grunt, losing consciousness.

{{Go rest, kid... you deserve it.}}

[Arthur Watts]​

Salem, usually a figure of icy composure, is hunched over, her fingers digging into the arms of the throne. An open wound runs across her left eye as thick, black liquid drips from it. My stomach churns, but I keep a neutral expression.

I try to take a step forward, but Tyrian extends his hand, stopping me. I turn frustrated toward the scorpion Faunus, but I don't protest, as he has a worried look on his face. The killer scorpion seems to be in an internal struggle, deciding whether to follow his 'Goddess's' orders or to help her.

"NOOOOO!" She screams as a cut begins to form on her neck.

Salem's body slumps, still seated on her throne. The Grimm Seers disconnect their tentacles from her, leaving her alone. I watch the scene with a mix of fascination and revulsion.

'The queen of the Grimm, always so powerful and imposing, now seems... fragile.'

Tyrian approaches cautiously, his eyes locked on Salem. The tension in the air is palpable, as if the very environment is holding its breath.

"Goddess?" Tyrian's voice is a trembling whisper, like a child begging for their mother's attention.

The insane assassin extends his hand, his fingers trembling just inches from Salem. Time seems to slow down, each second stretching into eternity.

Suddenly, Salem's eyes snap open, glowing a bright red, like burning embers. Black tears trail down her face, leaving dark streaks on her pale skin. She rises, her body shaking with rage, and lets out a roar that echoes through the room, a primal and terrifying sound.

Tyrian recoils, his eyes wide with fear and reverence. I, on the other hand, remain motionless, frozen in dread. Salem, the queen of the Grimm, always so controlled, now seems like a furious demon, an uncontrolled force of nature.

"The foolish human," Salem seethes from her throne, her voice cold and resonant. "Such insolence... even Ozma had the decency to fight with grace and honor. But that mongrel… I will make him understand his place."

In all my years serving her, I've never seen her direct so much emotion toward someone who wasn't the immortal wizard Ozma.

Suddenly, Salem turns to me, her eyes still glowing red with an intensity that makes me shudder.

"Watts!" Her voice is a command, grabbing all of my attention. "Find this human. Bring him to me. ALIVE!"

I swallow hard, trying to maintain composure.

"Of course, my queen," I responded promptly, lowering my head. "But I need his name, kingdom of origin, and a description."

Salem approaches floating, her face mere inches from mine. I can smell the metallic scent of her breath, like blood and iron.

"He's a young huntsman, fair skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, standing near two meters(6.5 f) tall. Wields a giant two-handed sword with great power and experience. He could be the most powerful huntsman I've ever witnessed in battle."

"I still need a name and kingdom of origin, my queen." I say, trying to remain respectful.

Salem furrows her brows, her eyes returning to their normal color.

"These are the only details you'll get, Watts. If you don't want to die, you'd better bring me results quickly."

I swallow again, the fear tightening in my chest. I lower my head, trying to maintain my composure.

"My apologies, my queen. I will find him immediately."

I leave the room, my heart pounding in my chest. I pull out my scroll, my fingers trembling as I type quickly, searching a list of possible suspects that match Salem's description. Blonde huntsman, blue eyes, wielding a giant sword. The information is vague, but it's all I have.

The list appears on the screen, names and faces scrolling before my eyes. I stop at a familiar name that I have been investigating:

"Jaune Arc." I whisper out loud. "Does the inventor of Atlas study at Beacon? But it's obvious by his combat performance records that he's not the man Salem is after."

I continue the search, my mind racing, trying to find any clue that might lead me to the right target. The fear of failing and facing Salem's wrath drives me, as every second counts.

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It's not 100% correct for each one of the buffs, just a stipulation from me to use as a guide for Jaune's potential in this story.

Estimate speed running over short distances:
Regular non-sedentary human = 24 km/h [15 mph]
Super soldier = 48-56 km/h [30-35 mph]
Spartan-II [with MJOLNIR] = 97 km/h [60 mph]
Professional Huntsman [Average]= 80-96 km/h [50-60 mph]
Hybrid [Serum+Huntsman+Spartan-II]= 300-400 km/h [187-250 mph]

Estimate strength doing squats:
Regular non-sedentary human = 100-150 kg [220-330 lbs]
Super soldier = 1.100 kg [2.400 lbs]
Spartan-II [with MJOLNIR] = 5.400 kg [12.000 lbs]
Professional Huntsman = 1.500 - 2.000 kg [3.300 - 4.400 lbs]
Professional Huntsman [Focused on strength] (Ex:Hazel Rainart) = 10.000 kg [22.000 lbs]
Hybrid [Serum+Huntsman+Spartan-II] = 15.000 - 25.000 kg [33.000 - 55.000 lbs]

 

[Hexcalibur]

Found and dismissed. Jaune's luck held. Though I pity the poor guy that will be mistaken for him.

 

[bsgamer1]

>Jaune Arc is no longer allowed to go in vacation
>He found how to earn Salem eternal ire

 

[K1ng0taku]

Imagine Jaune explaining just what exactly that sword is. "Oh, yeah, it's called the Dragonslayer, but you won't have any reference to it. It's an artifact from another world, used by a mortal man with no powers or supernatural abilities. The man's name is Guts, and he is literally so stubborn and wrathful, he killed the rulers of Hell with it. This blade is bathed in the hatred of a damned man and the blood of those who damned him. The Leviathan class Grimm is on the lower end of the motherfuckers he would kill on a regular basis, using nothing but pure willpower and the fortitude of a man whose demon hunting prowess is second only to the likes of the Nephilim Dante , and the Doomslayer."

 

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Fifth day, the final day of posting 5 chapters in a week.

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Finally the last chapter of the Menagerie Arc, an important Arc because the protagonist lost his V-Card-.

I MEAN!

He helped the faunus... yep that's it.

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[Jaune Arc]​

The first thing I feel as I begin to regain consciousness is a strong smell of ether and cleaning supplies invading my nostrils. Then, the constant beep of machines echoes in my ears. Finally, my vision begins to clear, revealing a white, sterile ceiling.

I try to sit up, but a sharp pain in my chest makes me give up. My right hand, wrapped in bandages, throbs. I look around-, the room is spacious, with several empty beds lined up. It looks like an infirmary, but not the one at Beacon.

"Where am I?" I murmur, more to myself than actually expecting an answer.

{{Take it easy, kid.}} says the AI, appearing on my chest the size of a Happy Meal toy. {{You're not in danger, but you still need to rest and recover your Aura.}}

"My body hurts like I was run over." I complain, sitting up in bed and looking around again. "I don't see my Scroll or my StarkTech watch. How are you communicating with me?"

{{Your brain has become capable of receiving wi-fi, remember?}}

"That's amazing... and terrifying." I comment, shivering.

{{Don't complain, you were the one who asked me to make as many modifications as possible.}} Church repeats, his voice firm. {{I followed your instructions to the letter. Your body is now stronger, faster, more resilient, and I can assist you better in battle.}}

"True." I add, remembering the battle as if it had just happened. "That speed Armor Enhancement was really op during the fight, wouldn't have won without it ."

{{Armor Enhancement?}} Church questions, confused. {{Bitch please! That was just an overclock. If you had a regular Armor Enhancement, you'd be even faster, and most importantly… it would have fucked up your body less.}}

Before I could ask more about the enhancements, the infirmary door opens, revealing a familiar figure carrying a bucket and towels.

"Jaune!" she exclaims happily.

Ilia enters the room, her green eyes glowing with a mix of relief and concern as soon as she sees I'm awake. The chameleon faunus drops the bucket and towels on the floor just to run toward me, her tear-streaked face pressing against my body as she hugs me.

Her body trembles, and I feel the warmth of her tears on my neck. The intensity of her relief is palpable.

"Ilia..." I try to speak, but my voice comes out weak.

"I thought you weren't going to wake up." she says, her voice cracking.

Her chameleon marks pulse in shades of red and purple, reflecting her emotion.

"I'm fine, Ilia." I murmur, trying to calm her.

"You saved us, Jaune." she says, her voice steadier now. "But you almost died in the process. Don't ever do that again."

She pulls away slightly, her eyes red from crying. Her hands still grip my shoulders, as if afraid to let go.

Wanting to change the subject, I decide to bring up something more casual.

"But tell me, what are you doing here?" I ask, smiling, trying to ease the tension. "Came to keep me company while I was unconscious?"

Ilia swallows her tears, trying to compose herself. Her green eyes, still wet, meet mine.

"I came to give you a bath." she explains, her voice now firm. "I give you one in the morning and one at night."

My eyes widen at the information.

"Bath?" I repeat, my voice louder than I intended. "And twice a day?"

Ilia nods, the chameleon marks on her face shifting to a softer shade of blue.

"Every day since you were brought here." she responds, without looking away. "Besides the bath, I also cleaned you... in the intimate parts."

The information catches me off guard. I look down, pulling the blanket slightly. I notice I'm not wearing pants, and instead of underwear… I'm wearing a diaper.

[Marrow Amin]​

I feel calm walking through the corridors of the battleship's . The sound of the engines resonating beneath my feet. My first officer, a man with black hair, walks alongside me, his expression serious.

"Despite the first impression not being good..." I comment, remembering the wary looks from the faunus of Menagerie. "The mission was a resounding success."

"As expected." adds my first officer to my left.

"The extreme situation of the population ended up helping us be at least tolerated."

He nods beside me, adjusting his uniform.

"Affirmative, Captain. The help with the wounded and the supplies made a great difference. They didn't expect us to be so... human."

I let out a short laugh.

"Human?"

The officer tries to correct himself, but I raise my hand to stop him.

"I know what you mean. They expected cold soldiers, not individuals willing to help."

We stop in front of a hatch, the metal gleaming under the corridor lights.

"And your interactions with the local authorities?"

"Chieftain Ghira was easier to deal with than I imagined." I say, remembering the meeting. "He already had all the reports and documents ready. Made our job easier."

My officer agrees.

"I've heard of him, from when he was the leader of the White Fang. He's a fair and honorable leader who knows what's best for his people."

"Exactly." I reply, opening the hatch. "And that saved us time. We're taking all the paperwork back to Atlas, our actions will surely improve relations between our people, now that Faunaria will be recognized as a sovereign kingdom by Atlas."

I continue down the corridor, the echo of our steps reverberating through the metal.

"And what about the boy, Jaune Arc? Any news?" my officer asks.

I stop, turning to face him.

"I spoke with the ship's doctor earlier. He said Jaune could wake up at any moment."

As if waiting for my statement, a scream echoes through the corridors.

"WHY THEY PUT MY ASSASSIN TO WIPE MY BUTT?!"

...

"I believe he's awake, Captain Amin."

[Jaune Arc]​

"I already apologized." Ilia grumbles, crossing her arms. "Stop living on the past, Jaune."

"It was only five days ago." I retort, rubbing my neck.

Ilia huffs, her green eyes glowing with a mix of frustration and concern.

"Five days?" she asked, looking at me sympathetically. "Jaune... it's been more than that, you spent three days in a coma."

I raise an eyebrow, surprised.

"Coma? What are you talking about?"

Ilia sighs, her tone softening a bit.

"After the fight with the Dread Shadow, you passed out." Ilia began to speak with emotion caught in her voice. "Menagerie doesn't have a hospital with resources to keep someone in a coma for long, but luckily the Atlas ship that came at your and the Chieftain's invitation had arrived."

I frown, trying to remember what invitation that was, but Church appears in my vision once again to speak.

{{I was the one who made it, we'll talk later.}}

Ilia continues, her voice firm, but with a touch of concern.

"We wanted them to treat you on the island, but..." She hesitates, looking down before continuing. "The risk of contamination was too high. Audra, Ghira, Kali, and even Sienna wanted to visit you, but the captain only allowed one person to come aboard to take care of you. Since they were all busy tending to the wounded, I took responsibility."

I sigh, tired, understanding the situation and Ilia's commitment to my health.

"Sorry, Ilia. I didn't mean to be ungrateful. I appreciate you taking care of me."

Ilia looks away, her chameleon marks changing color, revealing a mix of relief and embarrassment.

"It's fine. Just... don't push yourself too hard."

I nod, feeling a pang of guilt, but I respond honestly.

"I promise nothing."

Ilia stares at me for a second, surprised by the response, but then she laughs, thinking I wasn't being serious.

The infirmary door opens, revealing two men. One of them, human, has black hair and a serious look. The other, a familiar faunus with a furry tail, steps forward.

"Good to see you awake, Doctor Arc." says the one who seemed to be in charge. "I'm Marrow Amin, captain of the ship." He finishes speaking in a formal tone, extending his hand to greet me.

I recognized the name immediately, finally connecting the face to the original series character who was supposed to be a member of the Ace-Ops.

'Canon's totally screwed.' I think silently. 'Beyond repair.'

"Jaune Arc." I respond, shaking his hand firmly.

Marrow nods, his eyes evaluating me with curiosity.

"I've heard a lot about you. Doctor Polendina and General Ironwood speak wonders of your work. I knew you were young, but seeing in person... it's impressive."

I smile, a bit embarrassed by the compliment.

"Thank you, Captain. I'm glad to know my work is being recognized."

Marrow continues, his voice serious.

"You're revolutionizing the entire energy matrix of Atlas. That's quite an achievement for someone your age."

Ilia, by my side, watches Marrow with a stern face but remains silent. Marrow looks at her, acknowledging her presence.

"As always, a pleasure to see you, Miss Amitola."

The teenage faunus replies only with a nod, moving closer to my side.

'She's probably suspicious of a faunus with such a high rank in the Atlas military.' I theorize silently.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Jaune. But I need to send my reports to Atlas, something possible thanks to you for having built a CCT tower in menagerie.."

"Of course, Captain. Feel free to use our resources." says Ilia in a bitter tone.

Marrow nods and heads for the door, but before leaving, he turns to me.

As soon as Marrow exits, Ilia grumbles beside me.

"Fake faunus."

I sigh, tired, and turn to Ilia.

"You should have learned by now, because of what you did to me, not to judge people without knowing them."

Ilia changes color, her chameleon marks revealing a mix of shame and embarrassment. She tries to justify herself, her voice low.

"It's different with you, Jaune." She hesitates, searching for the right words.

"I know..." I reply, shaking my head in understanding. "I'm awesome!" I conclude, laughing aloud.

Ilia laughs a bit, her green eyes shining with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"I'll get your breakfast. Be right back."

She leaves the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

"I'd better heal up soon." I murmur, creating a senzu bean in my hand using magic.

As I consume the grain, I immediately feel all pain and fatigue leaving my body. I rise from the bed, testing my legs and arms, feeling energized.

"How many points did that hellish bird give me?"

Curious about my gains, I open the system, only to freeze at the number displayed.

Multiverse Crafting System

What would you like to do?

Magic: 1,642,125 Points
Aura: 100%​

"By the beards of Gary Gygax and David Arneson!" I exclaim, shocked.

{{How much is it?}} Church asks, appearing in my vision. {{I know it's a lot, but I can't see the exact value.}}

"How do you know it's a lot?"

{{I have access to your vital signs through the implants. You're literally aroused by the value.}}

"Remind me to block you next time I have sex."

{{Agreed.}} the AI concurs. {{Now stop stalling and tell me the value.}}

Smiling, I respond:

"One million, six hundred forty-two thousand, one hundred twenty-five."

The surprise is so great that Church's rifle in the hologram fires.

BANG!

{{Sorry,}} says the AI, embarrassed. {{I swear this has never happened before.}}

I chuckle lightly, still surprised by Church's reaction.

"It's okay, man. I'd be surprised too."

{{What are you going to spend it on?}} the AI asks, its holographic eyes glowing with curiosity.

I scratch my chin, thoughtful. The number of points is absurd, but I need to be strategic. No impulsive or immature spending.

"M.C.S., make megazord."

Multiverse Crafting System

This will cost 5,000,000 Magic Points.

Magic: 1,642,125 Points
Aura: 100%​

"Son of a bitch!" I curse, nervous. "I need almost three and a half million more points."

{{Which reminds me,}} says the AI in a threatening tone.

ZAP!

"Son of a—!" I scream in pain from the shock to my body, causing me to fall.

The pain from the shock still reverberates through my body as I get up from the floor, looking furiously at Church. The AI, impassive, floats in front of me, its hologram glowing with a soft light.

"What the hell was that, Church?" I demand, rubbing the chest where the shock was most intense.

{{I needed to get your attention,}} responds the AI, its voice calm and controlled. {{You almost fucked up.}}

"Fucked up what?" I question, incredulous. "I just woke up from a coma, man. Give me a break."

{{No,}} Church insists, his tone serious. {{You have responsibilities, Jaune. Menagerie, Atlas, your friends, your team... they all depend on you. You can't afford to be impulsive with such a precious resource and spend it all on a fucking giant robot.}}

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, frustrated.

"Okay, okay. I get it," I murmur, trying to calm down. "But come on, a shock? Seriously?"

{{It worked, didn't it?}} Church responds, a touch of humor in his voice. {{Now, sit your ass down and think better about what you're going to do with those points.}}

"Fine..." I grumble, lying back on the bed.

Then the infirmary door opens, with Ilia carrying a tray with a bowl that smells awful.

"Hope you like rehydrated military rations," says Ilia, smiling awkwardly.

...

"How about I make some waffles and—"

{{No!}} the AI cuts in with an irritated tone.

[Ghira Belladonna]​

"Silence, please!" I rise, my hands pressed against the solid wooden table. The murmur of the crowd diminishes, all eyes turned to the stage. Seated at the table with me are the most important members for this long-awaited ceremony.

Around us, Jaune Arc's spherical drones are recording and streaming live to all of Remnant.

"Today is a historic day," I begin, my firm voice echoing through the large covered courtyard of Golden Valor, the city named in honor of the young human who built it. "We are here to celebrate the founding of Faunaria, a nation that represents hope and unity for all Faunus." I pause, looking at each face in the audience. "Faunaria is not just a territory; it is a symbol of our past struggles and our bright future."

A round of applause follows my statement, but I silence them to continue.

"I want to thank everyone who made this possible and present the council that will govern our nation." I continue, gesturing to those present at the table. "Audra Taurus, our former commander and now general, is responsible for the armed forces and the country's security. Kouka Brasa, our high judge, who will judge and supervise the legal system. Ben Kenobi will be our Master of Coin, controlling the country's finances, taxes, and trade."

Each member at the table stood and made a small bow when called, so the population could associate the individual with their position.

"And I, who will serve as the elected king of our kingdom, reminding everyone that since I am an elected representative of the people, I can be removed from office in six years through an election, or by their dissatisfaction."

Once again, the public clapped. This time I let them continue as long as they wished.

"I would also like to thank the envoy from Atlas, Captain Marrow Amin." The soldier stood and gave a formal salute before sitting down again. "Whose presence allowed Atlas to recognize Faunaria as a sovereign nation. And before I stop talking so you can finally eat in peace—"

The crowd murmurs, laughing at my typical politician's joke in this kind of event.

"I thank Jaune Arc, whose vision helped us walk toward a future of peace and prosperity." I comment, seeing many nods of agreement with my statement. "I don't blame my people for not having welcomed him with open arms the first time young Arc literally fell upon our shores, because if it weren't for my dear wife Kali, I myself would have expelled him from the island instead of welcoming him into my home."

Shame colors the faces of many in the audience, remembering how they had treated the human.

"And how did he respond to our threats and lack of hospitality?" I say, raising my voice to capture everyone's attention. "With patience, humility, respect, and solidarity."

Seated at the table, Jaune turns red and lowers his head, embarrassed by the attention. His eyes avoid mine, but I notice a slight smile of gratitude. The crowd, once noisy, is now silent, all eyes fixed on him. The tension is palpable, but there is also a feeling of respect and admiration in the air.

"Jaune Arc." I call with my voice soft but firm. "You deserve every one of these words and much more. Thank you for everything." I finish my speech with a deep, respectful bow in Jaune's direction.

The silence is broken by a murmur of approval. One by one, the members of the table stand, imitating my gesture. Audra, with her imposing posture, gives a martial bow, keeping her gaze fixed on Jaune. Kouka, with a warm smile, inclines her head in a sign of respect. Ben, always discreet, makes a subtle but meaningful nod.

The crowd follows the example, every faun present rises, making bows or nods of acknowledgment, a collective recognition of what Jaune has done for us. Even Sienna, with her stern expression, inclines her head slightly, a gesture worth more than a thousand words.

Jaune, still red-faced, slowly gets to his feet, his eyes shining with a mix of surprise and gratitude. He looks around, taking in the scene, and then gives a deep bow, thanking everyone.

"It was a pleasure to help you," Jaune begins, his voice trembling with emotion. "And now that you have one of these," he says, pointing to the tower in the middle of the city, "whenever you need me, just call."

The crowd erupts in applause, a deafening sound that echoes through the courtyard. Jaune, still standing, looks around, his eyes shining with a mix of surprise and gratitude.

"Thank you, Jaune," I say once more. "And now, without further delay, I officially declare the Faunaria founding feast open!"

The applause turns into cheers of celebration. The crowd, previously silent and respectful, now buzzes with contagious energy. The tables, filled with food and drink, are quickly surrounded by faunus eager to celebrate. The sound of laughter and toasts fills the air, a joyful contrast to the solemnity of the speech.

[Jaune Arc]​

Audra pulls me into a tight hug, her body trembling with held-back sobs.

"I'm going to miss you, Jaune," she says, emotional. "And please, forget that I asked you to bring Adam back. It was just a stupid wish."

I feel the wetness of her tears against my neck, her voice choked. I return the hug, firm but gentle.

"I'll keep my promise, Audra," I speak in a firm tone. "I'll bring that idiot back tied up, whining and kicking if I have to."

She squeezes me once more, whispering thanks, and then lets go when the Belladonna couple approaches, with Ghira speaking first.

"I guess you must be tired of hearing me thank you, but I'll never get tired of doing it," says the king of Faunaria, laughing. "You're more than welcome in my country and in my home, and if you ever need political asylum, you don't even have to ask."

"Ghira!" Kali exclaims, feigning outrage. "Jokes aside, dear, you're always welcome in our home and..." The matriarch of the Belladonna family pauses for a second, swallowing hard. "Please, deliver our message to Blake."

With a determined look, I nod to her, reaffirming my promise as Marrow steps forward and salutes.

"Doctor Arc, we didn't have much time to talk, but it was an honor to meet you in person. Rest assured we loaded the Black Bird with the payment you agreed upon with Doctor Polendina and General Ironwood."

I frown, confused by the statement, only for Church to whisper in my ear with an explanation.

{{This is my doing. Besides greasing the political machine to recognize Faunaria, I got a few things for you.}}

Ah! I exclaim mentally. That's good... though it's a little scary that my AI has so much autonomy without my knowledge.

"Thank you, Captain Marrow."

Marrow replies with a smile that contrasts with his military posture.

Before boarding the Black Bird I turn around shouting to everyone.

"I'd love to stay longer, but my suspension is over and I've got class tomorrow!"

My smile is genuine, but I feel a tightness in my chest. Leaving is always hard, especially when I leave behind people who became important.

With one last wave, I board the Black Bird, the engine already roaring, ready to take me back to Beacon. The door closes behind me, and I feel the familiar vibration of the aircraft taking off. I look out the window, watching the figures grow smaller until they disappear from sight.

"It was a nice vacation, but... " I murmured to myself, a determined smile on my face. "It's time to get ready to kill Salem."

---

 

[markusweiss]

So question, since Remnant has relied on dust for all the things like energy and whatnot, has anybody in Remnant ever thought about making sun in a can? I feel like dropping a few dozen 100 megaton (the theoretical maximum yield of the Tsar) cans into the land of darkness can really help in the fight against Salem. Even if she blocks the physical blast the resulting fallout should still at least fuck her up a bit.

 

[Avip_br]

So question, since Remnant has relied on dust for all the things like energy and whatnot, has anybody in Remnant ever thought about making sun in a can? I feel like dropping a few dozen 100 megaton (the theoretical maximum yield of the Tsar) cans into the land of darkness can really help in the fight against Salem. Even if she blocks the physical blast the resulting fallout should still at least fuck her up a bit.

Click to shrink...

I think Ironwood would have thought of that.
But one of the reasons why this would not be a good idea, I elaborated in the 'chapter 42 - Evernight Castle Raid'