Deep inside, he knew he was meant for more.
Not just waking up, picking up a farming tool and go back to sleep.
Not just living by the whims of fate, of greedy nobles and deceiving officials.
Jaune wanted his life to mean something.
His parents looked at him like he was a naive child. Muttering about him being in a phase and not wanting him to make a mistake.
His sisters laughed at his aspirations, calling him a fool.
Thus, when the call for arms arrived, for all the able bodied men and skilled workers to take up their duties to the land, Jaune didn't hesitate to much to sign up and going behind his father's back.
Stealing a sword left on a table for too long, sneaking out during the night, leaving the walls of Ansel for forests and mountains.
A small torch on his left hand, his right holding the grips as hard as he could.
He steeled his heart and determined to brave the world for his destiny.
A felled tree blocked the road.
A bandit dropping onto his back, a dagger stabbed into his neck roughly, the rust and pain unbearably clouding his senses.
Jaune screamed and flailed.
He heard laughter and mocking all around him as he fell, face pressed to dirt.
He could only cry as the dagger left his neck, his body feeling like hammers being unrelentlessly crushing and destroying.
Jaune prayed to whatever gods out there to save him.
The God of Darkness sensed what happened to Ozma, and his Brother's influence in the matter.
Of 4 artifacts used to call upon them and bring the destruction of Humanity.
It was unbalanced and unfair.
HE heard the prayers of an insignificant human, young and fading from the world.
It gave HIM idea. A plan to gain what was rightfully HIS.
An immortal soul and undying body. Better than Ozma's hand.
Power equal if not greater than the four artifacts.
And the goal of spreading his name for ages to come, for people to finally worship him.
The human body was destroyed immediately, unable to handle the power.
GOD faced a hitch in HIS plans and looked to the future for any inspiration.
Games. That was it. And it was as simple as powering the Greater Artifact into the body.
The ability to grow. The inability to fully leave the world. Gain greatness and magics the world long forgotten except for a few.
It was perfect.
And so was HE.
The Grimm howled.
Their Maker bestowed blessings upon the world. Their purpose to destroy the world changed to spreading his name.
Through fear and death.
Salem frowned, a clear directive appearing in her head.
"Find the Champion. Spread MY NAME. Earn your Just Reward."
The Game was On. And it will be better than triple A.