Hello everyone, This is gonna be my first story. I really hope you all will enjoy! This one is going to be a Gamer story with a big twist to the Gamer element. (Also English isn't my first language so please be patient with me!)

NEWEST EDIT 8/26/20 Hello everyone! lots of things are going to change with this story now that I'm back- expect major changes and fixes to come to all current chapters in the next week with a new chapter coming in two weeks! Check the newest update chapter for more details! Thanks for sticking with the story! EXPECT LOTS OF GRAMMAR FIXES! A Beta would be WONDERFUL, so if you have experience betaing, please do let me know through PM

EDIT: 12/13/18 Aye lads this is almost a year after this chapter was put up, a lot has changed in it and errors have been fixed. Give it another read!

Edit: 12/14/18 This is the day after I began rewriting/editing this chapter, still adding a bunch of stuff. This process takes super long and is a major pain in the butt. Some parts are in need of complete revision. Adding plot points and reorganizing how I'm going to develop this plot is a big painn. I won't be able to properly update the story until I finish revising the prior chapters as to not throw off new readers. After a chapter is revised it'll be added in the chapter name. New chapters following the trio of the original chapter will be marked as such. The revisions and edits will add about another give or take 3k-5k words to the story by themselves as there is much that I wish to do/ change. I'll have a beta look over the revisions after as to fix the grammatical errors I may have missed myself. That's all for now.

Beta: None(PM if you're interested)

Prologue

A SUPER HUGE SHOUTOUT TO Coeur Al'Aran he is my biggest inspiration to attempt a fic. I also tried to analyze his writing style to see how he breaks down what's happening from scene to scene and attempted to integrate it into my own writing style (EDIT 12/13/18): I don't know why my 14-year-old self said this last year lol my rough writing style is nothing like Coeurs elegant style :P

[GLORIOUS VICTORY ARC ANGEL ]

[TOTAL DOMINATION ACHIEVED]

UPDATED WORLDWIDE LEADERBOARD RANKINGS

*KILLS (1ST)

*TOWNS CAPTURED (1ST)

*TOWNS RAZED (1ST)

*CITIES CAPTURED (1ST)

*CITIES RAZED(1ST)

*PEOPLE ENSLAVED (1ST)

*RESOURCES AMASSED (1ST)

*MONEY EARNED (1ST)

*TROOPS LOST (1ST)

*TROOPS ENLISTED (1ST)

*HUMANS EXECUTED (2ND) - 938,943,292 behind player "BullBoyTarus"

*FAUNUS EXECUTED (2ND) - 123,453,235 behind player "CardinalChester"

*HUMANS ENSLAVED (2ND) - 343,657,875 behind player "BullBoyTarus"

*FAUNUS ENSLAVED (3rd) - 867,241,657 behind player "JacquesCold" (1ST) 245,131 behind player "CardinalChester" (2ND)

*TOTAL BEINGS EXECUTED(1ST)

*TOTAL VICTORIES ACHIEVED (1ST)

*TOTAL SCORE (1ST)

*OVERALL PLAYER STATISTICS (1ST)

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAVE THE RECORDING OF THIS GAME [YES] [NO]

The harsh light of a large monitor illuminated Jaune Arcs victorious grin. Finally, after hours of establishing trade agreements to strengthen his economic power, strong-arming various smaller factions into becoming client states of his budding metropolis, arranging marriages to assure that he'd have the backing of multiple valuable kingdoms, raising gargantuan armies to concur cities, researching technology to give him the edge he needed on the battlefield, utilizing his spies to gather much-needed intel allowing him to sow discord within the enemy population, Jaune Arc had finally don't it.

He had once again conquered the world of Remnant and crushed a foe who dared attempt to challenge his place on the top.

Jaune, of course, had to give credit where it was due to his opponent 'Princess of Ice'. She was the only one able to challenge him on a regular basis in 'World of Remnant Online.'

Despite this, his unrivaled strategic abilities trumped- no, annihilated hers like the collective ocean dropped on a single dying ember.

Jaune lured her into a false sense of security, just as he had done to countless others before. He allowed her to begin to conquer his many villages and cities, pillaging them as she pleased. Letting her destroy what she must have thought to be the bulk of his forces when in reality they were simply a distraction. Cheap mob units not even worthy of his attention whose sole purpose was to bait her into advancing her forces further into his territory

He grinned predatorily as she drew closer to the ambush location that he had meticulously chosen, a valley between two craggily well-forested hills that sat on either side of a well-used road. Once the columns of soldiers clad in gleaming armor came into range his true forces descended upon hers like a pack of savage dogs, if savage dogs stood seven feet tall, were clad in gleaming, nigh-impenetrable armor from head to toe and wielded claymores as tall as an average man.

His roaring calvary terrified the feeble horses his enemy used, each unit causing a 15% morale debuff that when stacked would wreak psychological havoc amongst the enemy forces. Multiple riders were thrown off as their stead's attempted to space the approaching slaughter. Amusingly, a few of the infantrymen even took to getting on their knees and preying. The reaction of the opposition was quite reasonable- considering the mounts his warriors rode upon could instill terror in the strongest willed of men and could cause the most seasoned of pikemen to break ranks and flee in terror.

The panicked screams of the surprised legionaries were quickly drowned out by the gigantic armored bears as they pounded down the slope of the western hill. The clanging of their titanium armor sounding like a death rattle from hell. those who didn't find themselves crushed to death from the impact of the two-ton behemoths bodies smashing into their tightly packed ranks were soon sliced in half by the Bear-Knights blades or ripped to shreds and consumed by the Bear that they rode on.

Calling it a slaughter or massacre would be an insult, it was more comparable to a genocide or extermination, and it was glorious.

With his opponent making a rookie mistake in grouping the majority of her high tier units into a single march, following his victory, Jaune was soon able to launch an offensive campaign of his own. He swiftly liberated the settlements he originally lost to his opponent, using them as staging points to launch his deadly crusade into her lands. His forces cut swaths through her precious little kingdom, destroying various strategic military installations as well as cutting off her economic assets.

Forcing her to retreat her forces further and further into her lands lest they suffer the same fate as the ones who couldn't quite get away-Crushed to dust under his armies feet as they marched onward. Town after town, city after city, all fell before his might. As her armies cowered behind their city walls, believing that they would be safe, he ordered his units to block the gates and launch barrels of fine dust into the city. The wooden homes they hid in only serving as their flaming coffins as they pounded on the gates begging to be let out.

Soon all that was left was a single city, Her capital. She had named it "Atlas". Her foresight had paid off it seemed, before embarking on her offensive she had made sure her three layers of walls were maxed out. Armed with enough farms within to sustain a siege indefinitely, it would seem like an impossible task to destroy for any other player. Except for himself, of course.

In the end, it would prove to be a minor hindrance at best.

While Jaunes forces were purging the Ice Princesses lands for whatever resources and loot they held, back in his own holdings his most intelligent of scientists and brightest creators toiled night and day together to create a weapon to surpass metal ge- *cough* a weapon that would revolutionize warfare. A massive amount of resources and money went into creating it in hopes it would solve his wall problem. Spoiler alert: It worked.

Seven turns later he finally had his trump card. They were creatively named, "Cannons". Ten feet long cast iron tubes that sat on wooden bases with wheels attached to the bottom for easier portability on the battlefield. The constructs utilized a blend of dust to fire a steel-cased projectile filled with an insanely volatile high explosive mixture up to one and a half miles that would deal massive damage to fortifications.

It was the final unlock in the siege weapon tech tree- the antithesis of maxed out walls, unlocked by the players of the game only 256 times. Jaune himself was responsible for 213 of those unlocks. As her forces once again cowered behind their walls, believing themselves to be safe with their "superior protection" he brought forth torrential downpour, lighting, and thunder in the form of showers of hundreds of thousands of arrows soaring over her walls, as well as the eardrum-shattering booms of the thousands of newly deployed cannons.

Each earthshaking impact they made against the walls took large chunks out of them. Times that by over five thousand cannons and you can guess what happened to their pretty little walls. The second the trio of walls fell, his millions of assorted warriors charged. Bear-Knights, Halberds, Knights, Berserkers, Paladins, Dust manipulators, Crossbowmen, Spearmen, Holy handgrenadiers, an angry mother. You name it, it was being sent into the city to secure his sweet victory. Forces she had sat up in chokepoints to hold the tide back were swallowed whole for believing they could stop the hungry tsunami that his army embodied.

His most elite of forces were delegated to storming her keep, where her remaining handpicked elite forces were holed up in. Hoping against hope that they would be able to make a valiant final stand.

They went like the others. Swept away in the flood, and drowned.

The last few pockets of resistance around the city were swiftly mopped up. The white twelve pointed snowflake on a black field that previously flapped in the wind above the keep was soon replaced with his own take of his family's sigil.

Instead of the normal gold double arc on a white field and a thin golden border encompassing it all he instead had the golden double arc replaced with a black double arc and substituted the thin gold border for a thicker black border, it looked elegant floating above the conquered enemies keep. The day was his.

It was no surprise really, he was number one on the leaderboards in everything that mattered on the most popular Strategy game on Remnant for a reason. He hadn't gotten this far by being an idiot. He spent hours upon hours reading and analyzing military strategies both old and new to get to where he was.

Sadly, his amazing abilities to command and micromanage an entire empire to world domination wouldn't help him achieve his dream of becoming a Hunter or get a girlfriend.

"But hey," He thought, "I could always join up with some evil group led by a lady who could control the creatures of Grimm, gain her trust, bang her super hot power crazy subordinate and lead her armies of Grimm to world conquest."

He broke out laughing, the idea of someone who controlled Grimm sounded almost as impossible as him actually managing to bang someone.

He was broken out of his bout of self-deprecation and megalomaniacal thoughts by a sharp ping emanating from his headset. Gazing upon the chat window that appeared in the center of his screen he couldn't help but crack a wide grin.

(AN 8/26/20 This entire convo b/t Juane and Weiss will be changed soon as its really cringe looking back, along with a lot of the weird phrasing and dialogue . Please pretend that it doesn't exist for now)

Princess of Ice: Darnit! I thought I had a chance there. You're too gosh darn good at this game! :D

Arc Angel: Gahaha don't wrry, you've gotten a lot better in the last year though! Maybe one day you'll finally beat me :P

Princess of Ice: Not likely / whats the score up to now? 54-0? Maybe in another year lmao.

Arc Angel: You're more down then usual, something happen with your old man again? Sorry if I'm being pushy btw

Princess of Ice: Ah no don't worry you're fine. He's pretending like I don't even exist unless it benefits him again, it's become the norm as of late and it's been really getting on nerves. Won't even give his own daughter the time of day. He won't even let me out of the house to socialize, You're my best and only friend I have /

Arc Angel: Aww I'm sorry :( Ik how much it bothers you. Even if he is a high up in some dust company doesn't mean he can't spend time with you. Hopefully he fixes up his act soon. Same for me lol, ur the only friend I got XD Loners4Life :))

Princess of Ice: I hope so too, we've been having to move around a lot lately because of the 'rabid' competition his company has been facing lately. I can tell its been taking its toll on him, so ig he deserves a little slack.

Arc Angel: Mehh yeah I getchu, maybe just a lil slack lol. I hope things start shaping up for you soon :p

Princess of Ice: Thank youu 3 I have to get off now, its rlly late over here and I have singing lessons early tmmr morning, u down 2 play again tmmr?

Jaunes fingers hovered over his keyboard, forehead slightly sweating.

"I've never remotely said anything like this to a girl before," He thought to himself as he typed out his message and pressed send.

Arc Angel: Ahaha ok gotcha. u bet ill be on unless I somehow manage to die XD Night Princess 3 :)

Right after he reread his message he slammed his head into his desk, groaning in despair at his pitiful and cringy first attempt at flirting with a girl.

"Oh my Oummm, why in the world would I say that! Sure I've known her for over a year now, but I've never even seen what she looks like or heard her voice. Heck, I don't even know her name! She's going to think I'm a creepy freak!" He mentally screamed at himself until his inner monologue was broken by the familiar sharp ping of a notification.

Jaune slowly lifted his head and focused his bleary eyes on the latest message from his online friend.

Princess of Ice: Don't say something dumb like that . It'd b real sucky if the only person I talk to died :P

Jaune was about to slam his head back into his table at her obvious dodging when yet another ping resonated through his headset. Upon reading her next message he couldn't help but crack a lopsided grin

Princess of Ice: Night Angel 3 Ttyt! :))

Her last message was followed by another notification signaling that she was now offline. Jaune pumped his fist in the air at his victory before leaning back in his comfy gaming chair, quickly becoming lost in his thoughts.

He was soon interrupted by a muffled voice yelling from downstairs. "Jaune wake up!" His eyes widened as the voice continued, "Its time for breakfast!"

"Breakfast? What the hell?" His eyes snapped to the digital clock resting on the edge of his desk. He rubbed his eyes, not believing in what he saw.

"How is it eight in the morning?" He wondered "Huh, guess time flies when you're destroying cities and building an empire off the backs of slaves," he would be fine of course, by now he was practically immune to the effects of pulling all-nighters.

"I'll be down in a sec mom!" He yelled back while powering down the gaming PC he got for his 9th birthday. Jaune stood up, immediately nearly collapsing on the spot due to not being able to feel his legs. A common side effect of sitting down for almost twelve hours.

"This mortal form limits me," He grumbled to himself as he stumbled over towards the bathroom.

After nearly being blinded by the bright Fluorescent light that illuminated the tightly confined space that was his bathroom, he splashed himself in the face with cold water. Letting out a sigh as he enjoyed its ability to wash away his tiredness and give him the pep in his step that he needed.

Looking at himself in the mirror Jaunes eyes roved over his form, for an 11-year-old he was pretty tall, standing at 5'6, the most accurate way to describe his prepubescent body would be twiggy and long. Something the bullies at his school loved to remind him of every day without fail. His blonde hair was scraggly, always making it seem he had a bad case of bedhead that no amount of hair gel could relieve. His slim, slightly rounded face framed his bright blue eyes that seemed to gleam with a hidden intelligence and cheerfulness.

After Juane finished checking out his reflection he closed the tap before leaving the bathroom, stepping out of his room he began the journey down to the dining room where his family would gather for quite the bountiful breakfast prepared by his mother, who in his opinion was most likely the greatest cook to ever walk on Remnant.

Having far more trouble than anyone should have descending a flight of stairs he finally slumped into his chair as a plethora of different foods ranging from Pumpkin Petes cereal(Which had a really cute girl on the front!) to chocolate buttercream vanilla pie were placed on the table in front of him by his beloved mother. He turned his head to see his seven sisters as well as his father, file into the room, taking a seat at their respective places at the table. His father, the renowned Hunter, Nicholas Arc took a seat at the head of the table, flanked by Jaunes mother, Julliete Arc as well as his eldest of seven sisters, Opal.

"Jaune," a voice called out to his left, "You're going to come and play hide and seek in the forest with us like you promised, right?" His eyes focused on the face of his youngest sibling Garnet, who, at the age 7 had perfected the art of the dreaded 'puppy dog eyes' which he was hit with at full force and suffered greatly from.

"Argh, the cuteness, Can...not..resist," He inwardly groaned in (manly!) despair. His sisters were always able to get whatever they wanted out of him, no matter how hard he tried to ignore their adorableness

His father cut in quickly "Don't go too far," he warned, "I don't want any of you getting lost in the forest."

Jaune rolled his eyes at his fathers' protective nature, focusing instead on his second youngest sister by a year Joan, taking in her bright yellow hair and mirth-filled sky blue eyes that made her look like a younger version of his mother.

"Dad we're not babies anymore," she whined, "We can look after ourselves."

"I'm aware," Nicholas Arc grunted, "but we haven't explored very far into it, anything could be hiding in there."

"That's ridiculous, we've lived here for years and we haven't come across a single Grimm, the area was cleared decades ago" Jaune chuckled at his fathers' protectiveness.

After biting into his final piece of delicious bacon he was left staring down at his empty plate which was until recently was filled with the godly combination that was bacon, eggs, and toast. With the conclusion of his feast, Jaune soon began to feel empty inside once more.

"Why must the good things in life never last?" He sobbed internally while removing himself from the table, shoulders hunched in sadness.

Taking his grease-covered plate and cutlery to the sink, he proceeded to rinse it with hot water before scrubbing it clean of the residue from his otherworldly meal.

With breakfast over he made his way to the door to get ready, he fished a jacket that he was pretty sure belonged his mothers off the nearby coat rack before snagging his slick new boots from the large shoe cubby situated by the door. He tied them quickly, mentally preparing for the savage game of tag that was no doubt about to take place(which he would win like all the other games they played).

Garnet and Joan finished their food soon after, getting up to take their dirty dishes to the sink to be cleaned. Once they were deposited the two girls joined him at the door, already prepared for what was about to go down. As they exited the Arc manor Jaune looked up to get a gauge as to how the weather would be during their game. Upon seeing the wall of dark clouds rolling in he turned towards his sisters with a grimace on his face.

"Looks like it'll be raining soon, you sure you guys want to do this today?" Jaune asked "We could wait for it to clear up. unless you two are up for a game in the rain?"

The girls gave him a look before the younger of the two opened her mouth "You think a little rain will stop us?" Joan huffed "Sounds like someones scared they're going to lose." She smirked as she watched as Jaune's face morphed into a frown. If there was one thing Jaune Arc hated, it was losing in games. The two girls shared a look before cracking wide grins.

"You're it!" They yelled in unison, breaking away from where they were standing moments before. Making a bee-line for the exact woods their father told them not to go into like five fucking minutes beforehand. Jaune attempted to call out for them to wait, but by the time he knew what they were doing, they had already disappeared into the tree line.

He shook his head and let out a frustrated sigh. Looking for two younger sisters in a forest when it was about to rain? Not what he had in mind.

Alas, Jaune had no choice, he readied himself before taking off on a steady jog that soon got him into the woods. He ventured further and further into the brush, jacket and face getting snagged on branches and the occasional thorn bush along the way. His eyes began stinging in slight pain from the number of times he was hit in the face with the branches of the surrounding trees.

"Damn you trees, when I conquer this world you'll be the first thing to go alongside the "There are 10 single Faunus catgirls in your area" ads so help me, Oum." He furiously thought to himself while pushing onward.

"Forget the trees, like hell am I losing to those two, ill never hear the end of it from them" He took a second to pause and admire the simplicity of the forest, no loud cars and bullheads rushing by like when they visited Vale, the air was still, occasionally filled with the chirping of a bird or two or the rustling of bushes from the small critters that inhabited the lush expanse of greenery.

Jaune flinched when he suddenly felt a small splash land on him, then another, and another. He looked up towards a break in the thick canopy of leaves above him and groaned.

"Those clouds look a lot worse than earlier, maybe I should just grab the girls and head back home." He thought to himself right before a bright flash filled the sky, followed by a large sharp crack that made his heart skip a beat.

"Definitely time to go, grab the girls. Go home. Try not to die on the way" He started trudging at a faster pace, calling out to his surrounding in hopes of finding the girls nearby.

"Joan!" He yelled "Garnet! Let's get back home before the storm gets worse!" He waited, listening for a reply, receiving none, Jaunes stomach dropped as the storm began to pick up. A light shower quickly became a torrential downpour, white-hot lighting began to frequently illuminate the dark clouds in the sky while thunder rumbled ominously, sending deep tremors through his body.

"Joan! Garnet!" He roared over the rain, head swiveling around as he tried to grab even a glimpse of them.

-aune!" "Jaune over here!" His eyes snapped in the direction of the voices of his sisters. The rain continued to pick up, making it difficult to see more than a few yards ahead of him.

"Don't stop shouting, guide me with your voice!" He screamed over the roar of the rain.

"Over here Jaune!" He heard coming faintly from his left. Without a second thought, he took off towards the area where the call came from. His sister yelled out a couple times after, allowing him to guide his way to them.

Jaune picked up his run, turning it into a full-tilt sprint while charging through the underbrush and low hanging branches instead of carefully navigating through them like he was prior, leaving him with some nasty cuts across his hands, face and neck that would definitely leave a lasting mark.

Getting closer and closer to their voices he finally caught a glimpse of Garnet bright green jacket.

"Jaune over here!" She yelled, waving her arm "We found something weird!" He reached them, slowing to a brisk walk. Standing next to them while the rain pelted the three of them he looked down and saw something that caused his eyes to widen considerably. In front of him was something that was impossible, a mixed dust vein, he could see the variety of dust colors all mixing with each other looking like a toddler went to town while painting a stained glass formed as a sort of crater about 10 feet deep and 20 feet wide.

Peering down into it he could see the volatile red of fire dust mingling with both water dust and lightning dust, something that should just cause a giant explosion but it didn't and it was astounding. Here was something that was considered impossible, except in front of his very own eyes it was here and very much possible.

"Jaune... isn't this imp-" Joan started before he cut her off.

"Y-yeah, it is, we should uh... probably call dad or something?" He nervously suggested, "Dust isn't supposed to be found on the surface, but I guess it isn't supposed to all be mixed together either r-right?" Jaune chuckled with a slight undertone of panic. He shivered, either from what he was currently looking at or from him being soaked to the bone.

"Back up a little, let me check it out, guys." He commanded. Heeding his instructions Garnet and Joan backed off about 70-80 yards away. Observing their older brother from afar as he slid down into the crater. Jaune crouched down, running his shaky fingers over the mixed dust. It felt strange, where raw dust was normally smooth with the occasional chip and crease covering its surface the mixed dust beneath his fingertips was clear of imperfections sans for what felt like hundreds of little half-spheres cut into every square inch of its surface and seemed to pulse beneath his fingertips as if it was alive.

"Well, This is pretty out of the ordinary, maybe dad will know about this?" Jaune wondered, fishing out his scroll from his jacket pocket. He opened it up going to the call menu when suddenly it started to crackle and buzz, yelping in surprise, he dropped his scroll on the ground. "what the hell was that?" He asked out loud as he watched his scroll sizzle and pop. Just then, the hair on his arms stood up abruptly, a metallic taste soon filled his mouth, and once the smell of chlorine hit his nostrils he knew what was happening. Time seemed to slow down as his eyes met the identical blue of his sisters, their own eyes widening as they caught sight of the white-hot bolt screaming down through the sky, seemingly set on a warpath for Jaune.

At that moment Jaune began to reminisce on his life up to this point. There was so much more he wanted to do before his death, he never thought he'd go like this, but as he felt the tingling across his body turn into a sharp pain, unlike anything he had ever felt before he wasn't afraid. What point was there to be afraid? In a moment he wouldn't feel anything. His body would be shredded into nothing from the explosion of a lighting bolt supercharging perhaps the most volatile mixture of dust ever to exist on the face of Remnant right beneath his feet.

In the next few milliseconds so many things occurred that was barely able to process what was happening, there was a scream, or was it two? He couldn't tell, it must've been one or both of his sisters, he knew that.

It sucked pretty bad if he was being completely honest. He was planning on becoming a Hunter, no matter what it took. Jaune had been saving up his allowance to get some transcripts forged so he could attend Beacon when he turned 18. He wanted to find a cute girl there, fall in love and marry her. Have some kids of his own, not the crazy amount his parents had. Just a few. He'd raise them to be outstanding people, he'd grow old with his beloved, before passing away surrounded by his family. He was angry that his dreams were going to be denied so early in his life. He didn't want his family to cry over him, he loved them too much and couldn't stand the fact that they'd be broken over him. He found solace in the fact that he at least wouldn't have to watch them break down.

He laughed internally at the fact that his father wouldn't have to deal with his constant nagging to be trained to become a Hunter, though he had a feeling that would be the last thing his father would care about for a long time.

He wanted to tell Garnet and Joan that it wasn't their fault, that there was no way they could've known this would happen, he was at least content in the fact that they were a safe distance away, he hoped they wouldn't be too scared from seeing their older brother get blasted to Vahalla. He always did joke about how he wanted to go out in a fiery explosion, and now it looked like fate was happy to oblige.

Maybe Joan would fulfill his dream of becoming a Hunter for him? He'd appreciate that. Picking up where he left off. Hopefully dad would let her. Though knowing him after this he won't be letting anyone of his sisters out of his sight. Damn, he almost forgot about his mom. He honestly wished he did forget, he flashed back to all their moments together, her reading him bedtime stories about "valiant knights' protecting fair maidens and falling in love. Her taking him to school for the first time, the first time she comforted him after he came home crying after one of the kids at school punched him in the jaw for playing with his toys. He'd miss her soothing voice that made him think everything would okay without even saying it would be. He'd miss her cooking, Oum her cooking.

He'd miss the moments he'd had with his seven sisters. Them teaching him how to dance, the multiple times they'd dress him up as a girl in dresses and slap on makeup to make him look like a pretty little princess for their own amusement, dragging him along on shopping trips to help them pick out clothes to impress "that guy" Oum he'd miss them so much, he wished he would've gotten to see them grow up, but he knew that they would be strong, beautiful women that would take the world by storm.

He realized that his online friend Ice Princess wouldn't know the cause of his permanent absence from W.O.R, he wondered if she'd just forget about him in a few weeks. She'd probably kick his ass for dying and leaving her friendless. He wished he had gotten to see her face, to hear her voice and know her name. It all seemed inconsequential in his final moments

In his last moments alive he came to peace with himself, his grievances, and problems- because he had no need for them any longer. It'd all be over soon anyway.

A colossal explosion shook the entire forest, trees around the origin of the explosion were completely erased from existence.

His final thoughts flashed through his head as he was annihilated by the all-consuming explosion rocketing upwards from right beneath his feet.

I love you guys, I'm so sorry."

And all he saw was white

2 weeks HOURS LATER: UNKNOWN WILDERNESS

"GGGAHHHHHH"

Jaunes eyes shot open, gasping and screaming, he gulped for air as his hands shot to his chest. "HOLY FUCK!" He screamed.

It had seemed Jaune Arc had just survived the impossible.

He survived an explosion powerful enough to wipe out an Atlesian Battleship off the face of Remnant.

The real question was, where the hell was he? His eyes shot every which way, taking in his surroundings through his dazed and unfocused blue eyes.

It appeared that he was on a gigantic plain, lush vegetation took up residence all across it. To his front and right in the distance laid a giant forest and to his left what seemed like the ocean. He turned around and nearly fainted. behind his prone form, about two miles away laid the single biggest god damn mountain ever, easily bigger than Mount Glenn multiple times over. Once he overcame the shock of what he was viewing he focused on something hovering in front of him, squinting due to his blurry vision from just waking up after getting blown to kingdom come. His vision finally focused on the thing floating in front of him.

It he it seemed like the universe just loved one uping itself when it came to making him not believe what he was seeing because as he read what was situated directly in front of him he became more and more convinced he was going batshit insane.

GREETINGS GAMER!

Some omnipotent asshole has taken interest in you!

Normally the Gamer ability would manifest itself with the elements of an RPG game.

But considering your familiarity with strategy games the big man has decided to make an exception for you so you better be thankful!

WELCOME TO TOTAL WAR REMNANT JAUNE ARC

THE GOAL OF TOTAL WAR REMNANT IS TO PUSH BACK THE DARKNESS OR EMBRACE IT AND CONQUER ALL OF REMNANTS LANDS THROUGH TERRITORIAL CONTROL OR LEVEL 100 RELATIONSHIP WITH EVERY KINGDOM.

FAILURE WILL EQUAL THE DEATH OF EVERY SENTIENT LIFE FORM THE WORLD AND YOU WITNESSING THE BRUTAL DEATHS OF YOUR FAMILY FOR ETERNITY.(NO PRESSURE)

SO PLEASE DONT MESS THIS UP!

WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH TWR(TOTAL WAR REMNANT)

COLLECT RESOURCES

TRAIN FORCES(they are materialized out of ? as long as you have the correct amount of money)

GET MONEY

LEVEL UP YOUR SKILLS AS A LEADER

RESEARCH VARIOUS TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCES(You will start at a base level but will end up being able to reach past Remnants current level of technology being able to extract ? from inside the ? which will allow you to create ?)

DIPLOMACY, LOTS AND LOTS OF DIPLOMACY

COMMAND AN ENTIRE ARMY OF MILLIONS OF TROOPS (badass I know)

CREATE YOUR NATION

COMPLETE QUESTS

DEFEND YOUR STRONGHOLD AGAINST RAIDS

AND MUCH MUCH MORE

WARNING

If you think this will be easy, think again. You will be challenged greatly when you least expect it, as a gift the island you are currently on cannot be set foot on by Grimm and is abundant with natural resources , but the moment you venture onto the mainland or other surrounding islands this island will lose its ability to block out the creatures of Grimm. Make sure you are prepared to defend yourself and your people against them. We've also unlocked your aura since you'll probably need it.

Have fun Jaune Arc

GO TAKE WHAT'S YOURS

The moment he finished reading the blue text the screen closed. A sudden rush filled his body as he became empowered. He knew it was his aura, and normally he'd be going crazy if he learned he just unlocked his aura, but, at the moment he had a lot more on his plate.

His brain was moving a million miles per hour before it all suddenly cleaned up, becoming coherent instead of the jumbled mess it was a few moments prior.

another window popped up in front of him, taking up his focus.

[GAMERS MIND ACTIVATED]

Gamers mind allows you to process information many times faster then a normal human could.

You are able to remain calm and collected in very stressful situations.

SKILL TYPE[PASSIVE] LEVEL[MAX]

He noticed an [x] in the upper left corner, he moved his hand up and pressed it, sending the box away. A handful of seconds later another box popped up once again obscuring his vision.

[MISSION ISSUED]

{TUTORIAL}

If you want to learn how to do basically anything with your new skills it's probably a good idea to take this.

Learn how to command your subordinates and manage your economy.

take this.

or you'll probably die.

just saying you know.

[Rewards: 1,000 XP-5 Tech Tree points-1 Champion]

DO YOU WISH TO INITIATE THIS MISSION?

[YES] [NO]

Jaune stared at the screen for a good ten minutes in shock "Holy shit this is really happening to me" He thought to himself.

He realized his only possible course of action at least for the moment was to give in and follow whatever these strange boxes told tell him to do.

He'd do it for his family. he'd do what this game wanted to, and he'd get back to his family. He was the best there was at Strategy games on remenant. If anyone could pull this off, it'd be him.

[Smart move player]

He ignored the fact that the game ui has some semblance of self-awareness, raising a shaky hand towards the start of a new future. A soft press and everything changed.

...TUTORIAL INITIATED...

[WELCOME PLAYER,LET US BEGIN]

"Lets fucking do this.'

END OF CHAPTER

HOLY FUCK KNUCKLES LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING! PHEW!

It ended up just coming up at about 5,000 words, by far the LONGEST single chapter I've ever written in my bloody fookin life.

Sorry for grammar errors, I don't have a beta(HMU if you are interested in becoming mine) and its currently 2:45 in the morning and I've been at this since 7, trying to plan out what was going to happen, I'm super fucking proud and I really hope you guys like this. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS IF YOU'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR.

Leave a review if you can, its like chocolate for us writers.

NEW AUTHORS NOTE: 12/13/18: I added a whole lotta words to this bad boi. Fixed some grammar and sentence structure. Will now get started on the next chapter revision. hopefully will be done with the next two revision chapters as well as have the new chapter up by 5 or 6 tmmr morning. Going to be typing for about 12 hours considering its about 7 at night on Friday. Wish me luck!

Cheers, Gulag God