Ok, before anyone says anything yes this chapter is based off of One Punch Man. It's a good manga and I loved Homeless Emperor as a character. Something about a character that should be so innocuous, weak you know, instead being a lethal powerhouse is personally one of my favorites. If I had my own manga, I'd be sure to have someone like Homeless Emperor in it as a dangerous, only instead I'd have him/her use their crown as a weapon or a boomerang. Like a homeless Captain America. Anyways I'm rambling, so I just want to let you all know that I'll be betaing for Serendipitous in the next chapter of "One in a Million".

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CoffeyJoe

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The Homeless Emperor:

Jaune Arc was just a tramp, a vagrant and a bum who drifted in the slums of Vale. No family, no home to speak, he was about as weak and pathetic as one could get. Operative word being was, as one day he was visited by a being that could only be described as a god. She gave him the power to rise up from his station, to become the king, the ruler, he was meant to be. He'll reclaim his throne, even if he must go through some huntsmen to do it.

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In the residential area of Vale, on the corner of a convenience store, sat a huddled bundle of clothes that shivered against a breezeless day. Jaune Arc, professional bum 4 years and running, silently cursed his miserable life. Ousted from his family, ousted from his work, hell, ousted from society really he sat with a small case next to him and a humorous sign that read: "Deposed Prince, 1 Lien=1 step closer to reclaiming my kingdom". Occasionally some merciful passerby would drop a single lien into the small box and Jaune would look up at them with a smile, his surprisingly realistic crown moving atop his head.

The sun was starting to set, in a few hours he would return to his home under the bridge and restlessly sleep until tomorrow where he would begin all over again. It was a vicious cycle really, but one that he had become accustomed, even complacent in his poverty. Wrapping the tattered remains of a red cape around his body, the young man balled up deeper into his grimy brown coat, white hood hanging limply over top his aforementioned cape. Suddenly, he heard the clacking footsteps of someone else- no, a group of people, getting closer to his little spot. Making himself look as poor and miserable as possible, Jaune waited for them to turn the corner and hopefully throw some lien his way.

Soon enough, a group of four young women made the turn and locked eyes with his form. The one leading the pack, a girl with a red cape not unlike his own, stopped for a moment, forgetting what she was saying before digging into her wallet for some money.

"Ruby," a girl with white hair sighed. "You shouldn't encourage him."

"Ruby" huffed but didn't listen. "The poor guy is probably cold Weiss, plus he has a cool cape like myself!"

Weiss rubbed her forehead and looked to a blonde bombshell who shrugged. "What can I say princess? Ruby always had a soft spot for helping others."

Ruby walked up to the blonde man and placed perhaps 10 lien into the small case. Jaune eyed the rather extraordinary amount of lien thrown his way before looking up to the girl who smiled brightly at him.

"I like your cape mister!" she chirped happily, and despite himself, Jaune found that he cracked a smile as well.

"You too ma'am, not often you find someone with such good fashion sense." he joked in a rather gruff voice.

"Ruby! Let's go, the restaurant isn't going to be open all night!" Weiss called to her, tapping a rather expensive watch on her wrist.

"Fine fine you big meanie." she laughed, looking back to Jaune one more time. "I'll see you around mister, take care!"

She waved goodbye as she rejoined her friends, Jaune waving back in a daze. Usually people paid him no mind, the common conception was that if you didn't work you were no better than Grimm bait. But this Ruby, she actually spoke to him like he wasn't a gutter rat! Jaune found himself without breath for a moment before deciding to head home for the day before his luck gave out from under him.

On his way back home, he took his favorite shortcut through the park and stopped by one of the vendors there to see if he had any discount stuff. One hotdog on a stale bun later he could see his small bundle of cardboard and wooden palettes off in the distance. It was no sooner that he took a single step that he heard it, her.

"Why do you cling to scraps?"

The voice was loud, authoritative. It commanded a respect and a fear the likes of which he had never heard before, the single sentence filled his thoughts and almost sent him to his knees. Instead, he stayed upright somehow on a pair of shaky legs, case of money tucked tightly beneath his arm.

"W-Who's there? I-I'm warning you if you're trying to take my money I'll-"

"Your money?" the voice seemed to ask in disbelief before cawing out a laugh. "No no child, I have no need for your people's feeble currency."

"W-Who are you? Show yourself!" Jaune asked, whipping his head around the alleyway he had tucked himself in.

"Hmm? Show myself? Well, if you insist..." the voice trailed off before the world around him exploded into white light. Jaune's knees hitting the floor as he gazed up at the visage that could only be described as a goddess. She was immaculate, beautiful beyond any sense of the word with a cascade of flowing white hair and perfect skin, a pair of gleaming orange eyes that reminded him of the sun stared down.

"My god..." Jaune breathed out, case of money having fallen to the concrete.

"Goddess child. Your goddess. I have seen your suffering and have come to offer guidance and strength." the figure smiled warmly, rays of light coming down upon him.

"I-I don't-"

"I know you don't understand child, it's ok. No one does as first. But you, you are made for bigger things than this." the goddess insisted, splaying her arms wide around her.

"I-I am?" Jaune asked in disbelief, crown hanging off his head.

"Yes Jaune, I have foreseen that you have a great destiny ahead of you. You are to become a great king of Vale!" she proclaimed with a holy zeal, voice like a siren's song calling out to him.

"A... King...?" Jaune breathed, voice coming out in a near whisper.

The Goddess smiled. "Yes Jaune, I have come to push you along that path. To take back this kingdom, to take it back for your people."

"My people?" Jaune mimicked dumbly, unable to do more than repeat her words.

"The destitute, the forgotten, those who have been trampled upon by the whims of the council. They need you, those who cling to the edge of hope need you, and those who are only a moment's away from becoming like your people need you. You cannot allow such blatant disregard for humanity to go on, even the Grimm do not cause such suffering in people."

"Yeah..." Jaune stated. "Yeah, you got a point there."

The Goddess smiled victoriously. "I knew you would see logic child, the council, and by extension Ozpin and his school, have done nothing but keep you down in this world. Once you were of no use to them they tossed you aside, happy to let you die in the streets like a dog. I ask you, does this sound like a fair and benevolent leadership to you?"

"No, of course not." Jaune frowned, straightening himself a little bit.

"Is it fair that you have been cast away from the rest of society?"

"No, it isn't!" Jaune nodded, features forming a scowl.

"And so isn't it only right that you take back this kingdom and reform it to help others?"

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with trying to help people is there? Who are they to say who should die and who should live?" Jaune half shouted to his goddess who nodded in agreement.

"I knew you were a smart child, I could not agree more. But, the fact of the matter is there are too many powerful people looking to impede your progress Jaune. On your own you could never even hope to amount to their combined might."

Jaune deflated a little at that, the truth casting a cold stone at his glass house. "You're right, it's a hopeless endeavor."

"Chin up child, all is not loss. You forget, there is a goddess on your side to help guide you." the pristine figure chuckled. "I have ways of empowering you with my holy wrath. If you agree, you will channel my will and make it your own."

"Of course! I will loyally serve you and carry out your will my goddess!" Jaune replied enthusiastically. "Please make me your instrument of holy wrath!"

"As you wish child," the figure nodded with a bright smile. "I will unlock the power hiding deep within you, and in doing so, I will unlock your true potential."

A glowing hand came to rest on the young vagrant's head, crown glowing a stark white and giving him a glowing halo. The young man accepted it all with a smile, feeling, for the first time in his life, a true sense of purpose.

"For it is in victory that we achieve greatness. Through this, we become a paragon of righteousness and divinity to strike down those who stand defiant. Infinite in power and unbound by fear, I release your soul, and by my hand, grant thee this power."

There was an overpowering burst of light that would have probably lit up all of Vale had he been able to see it, and with it came such an intense rush of power his heart skipped a beat. He felt his master's greatness and strength fill his every being, her essence becoming the sword with which he would take back this world. His skin and crown glowed a translucent white, pupils inseparable from the color of his sclera. Eventually the light died down, and Jaune was left once again breathless and at a loss of words.

"Now child, go forth and use all that I have given you."

Jaune hesitated before reaching up to his newfound goddess. "Wait! What am I to do now? Where am I to go?"

"I have other agents of my will in this city, I will have them find you. Together, you will enact my will upon this world and, in time, reclaim the kingdom you so desire. I will forever be intertwined with your consciousness, go now..."

The light dissipated, and with it her visage disappeared. Jaune was alone now, case of money laying scattered across the pavement, he adjusted his crown and fixed his cape before leaving the small alleyway...

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Ok, this is a super short one-shot that is more for a story beginning. I could have written more but it just didn't work, if you like this idea then props to you go ahead and take it if you want. I promise that next time it'll be a much better and longer chapter.