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I immediately scramble to my feet, hand moving to the sword at my side.

"Brall, it's u-You're not Brall. And you're not one of us."

My eyes glance up and down this guy. Can I take him? Probably not. I don't have the skills, or the Skills, to use the weapon in my hand.

"Easy, I, uh, don't know how I got here, I had to finish off a crippled Beowolf, and I didn't know anyone else was in the area. I was waiting for that barrier to fall so I could try to get my bearings and get somewhere safe!" I babble instinctively. Ok, I was bullshitting a little. I don't know exactly how I got here, but I do know who brought me here.

"...So you stole SDC property, off the cooling corpse of one of my comrades, no less?"

"I wasn't going to keep it! It'd be stupid to even if I planned on it. Given the fact that it's obviously recognizable?"

"...Anyway, the test is a obvious failure. I just have to figure out what to do with you."

"I don't think it was. It stopped me from leaving and you from entering until just now, right? Maybe there were Beowolves already inside?"

"But how could you have gotten in?"

"I dunno, someone with a teleportation semblance?"

The Sdc man sighs.

"Keep your hands where I can see 'em. Don't touch the sword unless a grimm's after us, and inform me of any grimm you see first. And I'm gonna need your name to call into HQ."

"...H-Greyhart. My friends call me Hart, and, to my eternal shame, my parents call me Grustlon."

The SDC guy just chuckles. "Y'know, if you hadn't robbed Brall's corpse, I think I'd like you. Speaking of which, you get the honors of dragging him to the APC." He pauses. "Samuelson."

I just groan. At least 'Brall' looks like he isn't that heavy. I struggle to lift him by the shoulders. "Which...Way..." I wheeze.

By the time we reach the vehicle, my Strength has increased to 8, which, thank god, is enough for me to comfortably carry him. If Samuelson thinks it suspicious how I adjust, he doesn't say anything. He covers the guy with a sheet.

"What's the last thing you remember before waking up?"

I pause, consulting my vague memories of not actually watching much rwby. "Getting shot with a pimp cane. Not my proudest moment."

[Lie partially successful!

By lying your ass off, you have unlocked the Deception skill

Previous life experience has leveled this skill to 10!]

Fuck you, Death.

[Fuck you too, Dead.]

"You're telling me that Roman Torchwick shot you... And you lived? Hell, you don't even have a scrap of aura. If this is true... You'd make a hell of a security guard, that's for sure. Or maybe all that pudge just blocked it, eh?"

My eyebrow twitches and I say nothing.

"Sword in the back, kiddo." I sigh and comply before stepping into the front passenger seat of the vehicle. The machinery is placed inside by Samuelson. I take a moment to observe him and blink.

[Jonas Samuelson lv 10

Hp 1000/1000

Mp 0/0

Ap ?

Through repeated use, Observe has reached level 2!]

I immediately repeat it.

[Ap 2000/2000]

Holy shit. So even with my new 8 strength I'd need about 75 hits without dust, with the sword to take him down. Eeeeeeeep. With dust it would be a far better 20-ish, but...he's also a human. I'm not ready to kill a human anyway. No way, no how.

[Gamer's Mind has activated.]

There goes my nausea, and here comes the existential crisis. Still, I did sign up for it, and it's helping me think rationally.

"So, Samuelson, where are we going?"

"Talking to one of the bosses. He wanted to know how this project would work, after all."

I feel sudden dread.

[Sense Danger unlocked and set to level 1!

Danger detected.]

Oh, shut UP! Didn't I turn off skill notifications, anyway?

[You did. I turned it back on.]

You magnificent bastard. Get out of my options!

[You're not my dad!]

You have a dad?!

[...Shut up.]

In any case, no harm done, I guess.

Time passes swiftly. I meditate. We get there and I check my meditation. Oh, and my health, mana, etc, i totally spaced when looking at it earlier. I blame the adhd. Or my dissociativeness, which apparently doesn't merit a flaw.

[Meditation level 13, 57% to next level

130% faster aura recovery

+13 Wis

+13 Int

Only 10% effect when not actively meditating.

Hp:300/300

Mp:1115/1115

Ap:0/1115]

I'm so glad I have Gamer's Mind. It's probably the only reason I managed to make it through those sessions, given the adhd.

"Right, wait here. No sudden movements or anything." I look around, wincing as I see the security forces with weapons pointed at me and nod.

After ten minutes I'm gestured out of the car and step out, so I do. White hair, but I'm sure I'm not working with the actual leader of SDC, too young, but a guy. I don't know about any brothers! Dammit, why didn't I insist on a world I knew?

[Because I'd have refused that term.]

Touché.

"You must be Greyhart. I am Whitley, second in line to inherit the Schnee Dust Company." He sneers. "While ordinarily we would see you in prison, I hear tell that you're a up-and-coming fighter. While I despise fighters... Well, we do have a new post on our roster to fill. You're obviously too stupid to be a spy, but just in case, check his teeth and for a tail."

What followed was possibly the most embarrassing five minutes of my life.

"Excellent. I'm going to call in a favor and get a live Beowolf here. You're going to fight it. Unless you'd rather go to prison?"

A moment of terror, ruthlessly purged by Gamer's Mind. "Fine." I hiss with a glare.

[You know what, I'm feeling generous. This is far too entertaining to end so soon.

Through absorption of soul energy, you have spiritually advanced to level 4! +150 hp/ap/mp max, 15 points to spend.]

Oh thank GOD.

I quickly add my points to Wisdom using mental commands, praying to any god that can listen.

[By increasing your base Wisdom to 20, Adhd has been negated.

By having over 20 wisdom and intelligence, you have unlocked Aura

Aura level 1, 0% xp

Active costs 500 ap/minute

Passively increases str, dex, con by 5%

Actively increases str, dex, con by additional 50%

Passively and actively negates 75% damage, 1 point of damage takes 3 aura, but you cannot be critically hit in the Aura.

Aura replenishes at 1%/10 wis per minute.]

Oh, thank God. Er. Death.

[My pleasure.]

"Until this fight...Lock him up. He can have the sword, since it was worth this risk."

I was still totally fucked, of course.