Victory can prove bitter, especially when you're the only one alive to see it. With the world in chaos and everyone he ever loved dead, Jaune Arc makes a deal with the devil for one last chance to go back and change it all. But devils don't play by the same rules as humans, and Salem never did say how far back he'd go. Or how much deeper the war between her and Ozpin really went.

Jaune Arc's destiny had always been to be a member of team JNPR. What destiny would lay with him if he had been torn away at the whims of a bully? What would his journey be, but a Grimm tale? Grimm!Jaune, worldbuilding... And 'perspectives actually matter'. Be wary... Mature themes.

In the wastelands of Western America, a man known as the "Courier" has, unfortunately, become a sort of legend among Wastelanders. But he is flung far from the Mojave to a great, new world populated by their own legends. Those who have left a legacy, or are trying to, with a bygone organization called "Overwatch". The world could always use more heroes... If he even fits the bill.

An unasked for adventure... a forced oddessey... The oft mocked self-insert with the oft despised "Author in the story". Alas, for these two, they are gifted no real power but thrust regardless into the doomed world to die. Again...and again...

Jaune always knew that being a hero meant going on adventures, sometimes very far from home. He just hadn't thought he would start so early, or so far. Sadly he wasn't high level enough to learn teleportation, nor did life have an easily accessible mount option. His own two legs and an occasional donkey would have to do. Medieval setting; gamer Jaune.

Having the power to do... basically anything is also incredibly annoying. Especially if you have to deal with the annoyances of life normally referred to as friends. Mind reading, pyrokinesis, teleportation, clairvoyance, and etc. It doesn't make life as easy as you might think. Especially when you end up in a world where everyone has their own power, or Semblance, they call it.