War for Remnant

Chapter 1: Weak

I blinked owlishly.

When I had woken up, I wondered whether my vision were playing tricks on me. Or it is just the grogginess of waking up after a good night sleep affecting my vision. Though I was fairly certain no human would wake up to see something like this. Rubbing both eyes using the sleeves of my onesie, I took a second look, only to find the floating text box is still there. Floating several feet away from my face like it had been doing for-well-who knows how long. Gingerly, the blonde teen raised a hand and poked at it tentatively. Thankfully my index finger only phased trough it with the very textbox's surface rippling; like how a still water reacts when it is disturbed.

Congratulations, Jaune Arc, you have been chosen as a Player

by the System. Will you accept our kind offer?

(Y/ N )

'The No option is blotted out,' I thought curiously. I guess I don't have any choice when it comes to something like this. I wondered about the 'Player' tidbit. What did it meant by that anyway? Better yet, who or what is this... System?

"Screw it, I might learn about it later." Without waiting any longer, I pressed an index finger against the Y. Immediately another textbox with similar color to the previous one appeared; sharing a whitish-blue rectangular box with black bold letters written in cursive written.

As you have been chosen by the System, you are granted access to several features only available to a Player.

Let us take you to the Character Sheets.

Name:Jaune Arc

Bio:Jaune Arc has always dream of things his body can't afford. As the youngest of eight siblings, Jaune Arc is coddled by both his biological parents. Despite his glaring weakness and habits of lazing around, the boy deluded himself into thinking he can be on the proper path of a Hunter. Maybe he will succeed or fail horibbly? Or perhaps he has another role to play in life?

Age:16. Race:Human(?)

Level:1 (0.00%) Class: None

HP:100 MP:100

Strength:8

Dexterity:6

Vitality:10

Intelligence:10

Wisdom:10

Luck:1

Stat Points:10 Perk Points:5

Alignment:Lawful Good

First, ouch. That bio was a little rude. I did try my best to become a Hunter. It's just that mom and dad didn't have enough free time to spare for me and there's only so much one can do on their own. Secondly, all my stats seems quite lackluster, I mean, I read several comics where the main character gained this sort of power and at least all of their stats at the start are set at 10 each. My Strength was at 8 and my Dexterity is lower by 2 points compare to that. Intelligence and Wisdom were the only one that obeyed that rule. The lowest of all would be my Luck which rest at an abysmal one.

Also shouldn't it be Aura? What does MP stands for anyway? Mana? In video games, Mana is the term used to the energy that allows individuals to perform magic. It doesn't make any sense. Whatever, I thought to myself, shaking my head as if trying to get rid of that thought. I'll focus on what is important at the moment.

This is the Character Sheets

Here we see your attributes; both physical and mental and spiritual measured with numerics.

You can equip any items that are in your possession and improve your stats in anyway you seem fit.

Name: The very thing given to you when your mommy and/or daddy agreed to give you after you're sorry ass were born.

Bio:Your life story.

HP:Total amount of health points you have.

Mana:Total amount of mana/Aura you possesed.

Age:How long you weren't aborted.

Race: What species you hailed from.

Class: The sort of occupation you have. Class such as Warrior,Defender, Mage and et cetera

Level:How experienced you are and a testament to how much shit you've been through.

Strength: Increase in strength results in you punching harder, lift heavy objects with little difficulty and other physically demanding work becomes easier.

Dexterity: Physical speed and skill with one's hands rolled into one. Allows you to perform task that requires finesse.

Vitality: Your health. Improve this and you will be healthier and much harder to kill. At least you can soak up plenty of damage before you keel over.

Intelligence: The ability to apply and acquire skills. You can think and digest information in proportion to the amount of points you dump into this stat. One of the two stats that affects your Mana points and Mana regeneration power.

Wisdom: Your common sense and one the two stats that affect your Mana Points and Mana regeneration power

Stat Points: The very currency you use to improve your stats. Can be earned via leveling up.

Alignment:Your nature and character. Allows you to buy some perks.

Perk Points: Points that can be used to buy perks. Can be earned upon achievements.

'Is this my Semblance?' Those were my genuine thoughts in regards to the description provided by this thing. Semblance were superpowers unique to a Awakened Individuals as they were representations to one's nature. Some would possessed powers that are similar at core but different in application At least that's what dad told me. But there were several things in regards to my game-like ability that stuck out to me.

Alignments? Stats Points? Perk Points? My eyes might be fooling me but this whole thing looks like a video game. Considering my love for gaming is a key attribute of me, maybe this was the result? The ability to perceive the world around me as a game? Or maybe the ability to modify my own stats like one of those role-playing games? There's so much possibility and no method to narrow them down. But the idea that this entire thing is my Semblance is rather ridiculous on second thought as it had offered a choice whether to accept this... entire thing. Of course it did blocked out the option to reject it and yet... perhaps it was it's attempt to have me not deny it?

There is also the race thing which just confounds me. Why does the human has a question mark beside it? What does that supposed to even mean? Yes, mom and dad are...different than the average human but still, they're still human.

About as human as National-Rank Hunters can be at least.

Having think about the strange nature of your ability, you gained 1 point in Intelligence

I can even upgrade my stats like this? It was neat to say the least. Also a little offended. Is this thing calling me stupid?

Having become self-aware of your own ability, you gained 1 points in Wisdom

Yep, this confirms it, I thought to myself. This thing is making fun of me.

"Jaune get out of your room now. Your breakfast is getting cold." A masculine voice called out.

"Coming." I said quickly. I swung both my legs down as I make way to the bathroom. Only one question was on my mind. Should I tell them?

I sat at the table in complete silence, focusing only on my meals. Which consisted of two fried sausages and two suny sides up on a plate. As I chewed the oily food, my eyes were honed on the things the System as I had taken to call it, showing to me.

"Jaune,"A gentle voice called out. I turn to the source, my own mother.

Befitting her title 'Behemoth', my mother was a giant of a woman and I meant giant. Ebony black hair tied into two braids, one on each side, the very image invoking a barbarian king in mind. It doesn't help that my mother has a body I likened to a bear; broad shoulders wide enough to have a bear slung over it (and I have seen her done so). Arms lined with big and equally dense muscles covered in scars faded due to time. Despite her massive frame, she still posses a level of feminine beauty that can make men swoon. If anything, those muscles just make her look a lot more attractive. Not that I'm attracted to my own mother.

That's plain gross. Due to the difference in our height, she has difficulty in making eye contact and I only reached up to her underboobs.

Straining my head upward, I was greeted with a heart-shaped face that would've been beautiful if it weren't for the various little scars marring her face. The most distinctive one was the single vertical scar running down her left forehead and all the way down to the chin. A single green eye were honed on me with a curious look, the other eye a milky white due to injuries she'd sustained.

"What are you looking at?" In contrast to her intimidating appearance, she has a voice so soft one can barely hear them. A softeners I can only attribute to gentle breeze.

"Nothing. Mom." I said. Technically speaking, I am looking at nothing. Nothing they can see at least.

"Doesn't seem to be nothing if you're looking at the air so intently." My father sitting to my left, snarked. If me and dad were to walk down the streets and people were to see us, they would've mistaken him for my older brother.

Blonde hair tied into a single ponytail over the shoulder and blue eyes regarded me with amusement. My siblings and I inherited our looks from him. My dad isn't as buffed as my mom and would've looked like a stick compare to her but he still has a level of musculature that puts most men to shame. Unlike her, he never sustained no injuries whatsoever over his tenure as a Hunter and a youthful face, looking half his age. To contrast mom even more, his body build lies in the lean and mean aspect instead of humongous and large like mother. Sometimes I wonder whether there's a God and he's playing a cruel joke of some kind.

I mean, shouldn't it be the other way around? Male Hunters should look big and strong. Not a stick. Then again, Dad is ranked above Mom by at least two positions.

"Come on,son. We're the only two guys left in this house. Talk to your fellow man."

"No."

"Is it about girls? I saw that look in your eyes when you were looking at Mrs Pewters' daughter. I can give you advice if you like."

"Richard." Mother spoke up, a stern tone taking over.

"The key ingredients is confidence. After that, everything will be easy peasy. All you have to do is stroll up to her, make eye contact and-"

"One more word, Richard and you'll be sleeping on the couch again."

"I'm just trying to help." He defended.A grin on the face. My mother's withering glare, the same one that make most men wilted, earned a smirk and a helpless shrug from my dad.

That seems to be the final straw as he'd promptly shut up afterwards. I couldn't help but laughed at the spectacle. Soon, my dad joined in and my mother shook her head and said nothing. But I saw the edges of her lips cracking up, only slightly, upward. After that, the three of us sat in complete silence, focusing on our respective meals.

"Well, I'm full now." Dad spoke up after a while, pushing himself away from the table and getting up with a huff."I gotta go to work now. Got an interview and a charity event I gotta attend this evening. Also, a S-rank Gate was detected at Vacuo and they hired me for help. Might be home by next week. Maybe longer. Jaune, you're the man of the house during that time."

I chuckled at the last part. Me? Protect her? Mom can protect herself just fine. After all, she wasn't called the Behemoth just for her looks. That and she could probably, no, definitely wipe the floor with any robbers. I'll probably be crying myself silly. I was a little saddened by the fact I can't ask dad to help me out but there's nothing I can do. In addition to his role as the head of one of the largest Hunter's Guild in all of Vale, Dad's also a famous actor and musician. Which meant he'd often travelled across the country and rarely came home. The few times that he did we used it to catch up with one another.

Maybe I can ask mom.

"I'm afraid my schedule is full as well." She stated, getting up from her own seat as well. Whatever hope I have was crushed and grounded into dust at what she'd said. "My Guilds paperwork need to be attended to. Jaune, would you be a dear and clean the dishes."

Before I could respond, a screen appeared in front of me.

Time to Do the Dishes

(Description:Mother dearest has asked you to wash the dishes. Maybe you should?)

Quest Type: Normal

Objectives:Wash three dishes and the flatware sets used.

Side Objectives:Wash it properly and accordingly

Rewards:Increased reputation with mother. Increased reputation with father. Increased reputation with ?* $. Increased reputation with #$ $. 200 exp. 10 lien.

Penalty: Decreased trust and lose reputation with parents, #$ and #$.

Note: Acceptance or Rejection can be done vocally to the Quest-giver.

I can take these as quests as well? The System had debriefed me on the Quest stuff. As the name implies, I can take missions and received rewards should they be completed. The difficulty of a quest can be inferred from the type. And there are at least four types with normal as the most easiest one.

I didn't expected household chores to be one of them. I understand the increase in reputation with my parents but who the heck is the redacted thing? Is it the one in charge of this System? But why would they think lesser of me should I fail? Seeing as how the two of them are quite preoccupied with their own work. Best I just work on this one on my own. They have enough on their plate enough as it is. Thankfully I don't need to manually accept this Quest.

"Sure mom." I smiled.

'Thank you." She stated. When her back was turned, I silently cast Observe on her. Oh yeah, this System gave me a Skill. An active one called Observe. True to it's name, it allows me to observe people; give me information. Though it has it's limits or so I was told. I can verbally or mentally invoke this ability by its' very name.

Elizabeth Arc

Damn, I don't even get to see her level. The Observe Skill said I can only find information on those who are equal-levelled or lower-levelled than me. Guess this means she's way above me. As expected of my mother. I did the same to my dad.

Richard Arc

In hindsight, I should've expected this since my dad is a powerful Hunter. My hand tighten into a fist at the thought of me related to them.

My parents are two National Rank Hunters that can easily take on an entire country. Not only that, both are the head of two of the most influential Guild in Vale. My sisters, all seven of them, are powerful Hunters in their own right. And then there's me, the weak one; the mediocre one. The sheer thought that I'm related to them by blood makes me sick. Not because I hate them but because I can't even measure up to any of them. All nine of them are better than me in every possible way and yet what can I do? Play video games? How can I call myself an Arc if I can't even be in the same league as them?

This settles it then, I need to become as strong-if not-stronger than the two of them combined. My dream is to be a Hunter. And I will not fail. I must not fail. That is my vow as an Arc and an Arc never backs down on their words.

A Hero's Vow

As you have come to the bitter revelation in regards to your own weak nature, you have promised to yourself to attain power. No more weakness. Only strength.

Quest Type:Legendary

Objective:Become very strong

Bonus objective: Unknown, Unknown, Unknown, Unknown.

Reward:The Strongest. Massively increase reputation with Richard Arc,Elizabeth Arc, Seven Sisters, @#$,#$@.

Failure:Death, Massively decrease reputation with Richard Arc, Elizabeth Arc, Seven Sisters,#@$,#@$.

Heh, guess I can even create Quest for myself on my own. Though I am a little curious about the two redacted thing. Who or what are they and why would be invested in someone like me? My parents and my seven sisters I know who and I understand why. But what does this have anything with these two strangers? I don't even get to see their names for crap sake.

Whatever, I thought to myself as I accepted the Quest. Maybe I'll get something out of this.

"Hey kiddo, don't forget what momma ask you." Dad yelled, already making way to the living room. Our house is built as such that the Kitchen and dining room are are one and the same. Right in front of the dining/kitchen would be the living room, separated by a wall and connected via a doorway.

"Kay." I spoke up. Begrudgingly I carry the empty plates and utensils to the dishes. In most of those webcomics I read, the main character would receive a training quest to begin on their long and arduous journey. Mine came in the form of a washing request.

My Luck really needs major improvement.