Chapter 1: Game On!
Dark… Everything is dark… Where am I…? Cold, so… Cold! Cold? ACK! IT'S COLD!
My eyes shot open, my body getting hit full force with a cold breeze. I yelped and shot up into a sitting position, on instinct rubbing my arms together to give myself some sense of warmth…
"Agh… What the hell?" I murmured, looking aro-
Hold up. Somethin' ain't right.
I looked around some more, a sudden feeling of dread forming in the deepest pits of my stomach as I shot to my feet in a hurry. I am not in my room! WHERE AM I?! WHY AM I IN A WHOLE ASS FOREST! WHAT IS GOING ON?! AND JESUS CHRIST WHY IS SO FUCKING COLD OUT HERE?!
"Okay… Okay! Calm down! Think! What's the last thing you remember…" I slapped my cheeks, the stinging pain snapping me back to reality, finally allowing me to focus. "I was playing games, as usual… Did some chores, took a shower, watched a movie, and went to bed."
".. And now I wake up in the forest?" I grumbled. This had to be a sick joke, I still wanna know why I'm here. I ran a hand through my hair, soft, unrul-... Wait. Unruly?
I blinked for a moment, grasped my hair and tugged. And hurt like a BITCH! ARGH! WHY DID I DO THAT?! WHY DO I HAVE LEGITIMATE HAIR! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FADE CUT?! I blinked a couple more times when my 'bangs' fell over my eyes. I squinted my eyes and stared at it… It was messy, spiky, and… purple.
Purple hair? Seriously?
What am I? Some kind of shonen protagonist?!
I let out an exasperated groan, and started walking, the grass felt oddly nice on my bare feet. Still cold, and the breezes that passed by weren't helping either. I kept looking around, still wary, and rightfully so, I was dropped in a god damn forest, and I have jackshit survival skills! If a wolf popped out of a bush or some shit, I'd be screwed other than running for my life. But even then, can I outrun a freaking wolf? Maybe if I push it?
The sound of running water caught my ears, my eyes widening, I started to sprint towards the sound, and look what I found! A river! Hah! Looks like aimlessly wandering a forest had its perks! I approached the river and crouched down to look at my reflection in the water, since apparently I grew hair overnight.
Gone was my fresh cut fade, replacing that was a messy mop of spiky dark purple hair with a few streaks of white running through my bangs, my light caramel skin complexion was changed to a much darker tone, like chocolate, with a slightly round face and a bit less pudge on my cheeks, my nose was a bit more narrow instead of round, and my small yet round brown eyes were replaced with big, unblinking crimson eyes with golden crosshairs for pupils.
I looked like a goddamn webtoon protagonist.
GREAT, as if things couldn't get any wor-
I paused my thoughts, the constantly moving water giving off a soothing glow of white, the chilling cold, how dark the forest was? It was currently night-time. But that's not what caught my attention. What caught my attention… Was the moon.
"Oh, MY FUCKING GOD THE MOON IS SHATTERED-"
I, AM WIGGING THE FUCK OUT! I am 100% not anywhere near a single spec of civilization, I think I threw up a couple of times but I can't remember because my memory is getting HAZY FROM FREAKING OUT! The MOON is shattered, and if I know one thing from reading fanfiction, that only means one thing, one thing that I dread above ALL else. Also! I'm pretty sure I SHRUNK! AND THAT ISN'T EVEN THE WORST PART! WANNA KNOW THE WORST PART?!
I'M RUNNING FOR MY FUCKING LIFE!
"Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT! SHIT!" I slipped over my own footing and tumbled across the ground, my blood pumping through my ears and my heart slamming in my chest, I quickly righted myself and dived into a nearby bush.
I gasped for air, coughing, wheezing, all the like. I don't know how long I've been running, but I know as soon as this adrenaline wears off I'm going to be F-U-C-K-E-D.
Let's play catch up, shall we? Right when I noticed the moon hovering in the sky being shattered, I started freaking the fuck out. Like- how does that happen? You don't just see that, unless I was transported into a post-apocalyptic future where somehow humanity thought it was a good idea to destroy the fucking MOON! And honestly? I wouldn't put it past them.
But I crossed that idea out because if I was in the future I would have been in my old body, but I'm now apparently in a NEW one that should belong to some kid in a shonen-battle series.
So I went to my second idea. I somehow died in my sleep and was reincarnated, as far fetched as it was, even though I was one HEALTHY bastard. My parents made sure of that.
It's a possibility, I'd shelve that for later. Don't want to think of the possibility of me dying…
… Again. If I did die.
Idea 3, the one I'm mostly leaning towards, some omnipotent douchebag, thought it was funny to pick me, out of the BILLION other people on the planet, and drop me into a whole 'nother WORLD, and jam me into a NEW BODY!
I mean to be fair the body is kind of cool, but I LIKED my own body.
At least I'm still… sort of black?
Whatever! I'm getting sidetracked! The point is I'm 95% sure it was Idea 3 and I was dropped into a new world, said new world being Remnant, from RWBY. Now, most people would think this is cool! Oh! A chance to meet their heroes! How awesome~!
No! It ISN'T awesome! Now, if I wasn't panicking and trying to survive right now, I'd probably be in that same mindset, but that isn't the case here unfortunately.
Remnant is plagued by Creatures of Darkness called Grimm, which come in many different shapes and sizes, all having their own strengths and weaknesses. And these things drove humanity to the brink of fucking EXTINCTION and seperated them into four whole god damn KINGDOMS.
It's basically Attack on Titan, but high-tech, with hot anime girls.
Getting back to the point, Grimm are fucking dangerous if they could pull that off. Hunters could deal with them easily, they trained to fight them! But I'm not a Hunter! I'm a FREAKING 15 YEAR OLD WITH NO COMBAT EXPERIENCE OUTSIDE BEATING THE EVER LIVING SHIT OUT OF MY BULLIES! AND GRIMM ARE MUCH STRONGER THAN THE TYPICAL 'HIGHSCHOOL JOCK'!
For fucks sake they have a GRIMM WYVERN!
And don't even get me STARTED on Salem...
This revelation, of course, stewed a bunch of thoughts within me, most of those thoughts being negative and dark in nature, which unfortunately led a Beowolf to me! Because I forgot that Grimm are attracted to negative emotions!
This is some BULLSHI-
Snap! Grraaa…
My body tensed and my breath hitched, I crouched low and peeked over the bush I hid behind to see the very thing I was running from. A Beowolf, basically fodder for the main characters of RWBY, but a matter of life and death for me! It's lanky limbs, but it still had a considerable amount of bulk, pitch black fur and bone like protrusions jutting out of it's spine, hindlegs, and arms, with a bone-like mask cover it's snout, beady red eyes looking around, trying to find its prey. I could see the drool drip from it's sharp jaws.
Do I seriously look that tasty?
The more I stared at the Beowolf, the more dread I felt, that thing was scary… But still-
Ding!
I blinked, and suddenly, my vision lit up with… A stat sheet? No, more like a character sheet. Of the… Beowolf…
… Oh hoh! So I wasn't just dropped here empty-handed!
[Beowolf: Level 4]
555/555 HP
-/- MP
STR: 14
DEX: 14
VIT: 15
AGI: 10
INT: 0
WIS: 0
LUK: 1
I THINK I was given the power of The Gamer. If so, it makes things a bit easier for me… Let's see, ah, how do the other SI's do it?
'Status?'
[Kuro Jaeger]
Title: The Gamer
Race: Human
Level: 1
105/105 HP
105/105 MP
0/0 Aura [Locked]
Health Regen: 1% Every 300 Seconds
Mana Regen: Every 200 Seconds
Aura: 1% Every 150 Seconds
[Stats]
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Vitality: 1
Agility: 1
Intelligence: 1
Wisdom: 1
Luck: 1
Unused Stat Points: 50
… 'Kuro Jaeger'? Seriously? That essentially just means 'Black Hunter'!
Eh. Whatever. I mean I guess it's cool? Fuck it, I don't think I'll be able to change my name, so I'm stuck with it.
Okay! How much time do I have to ADD those? I'm kind of in a sticky situation right now so I don't think I have time to check the other features my system has… I looked up, the Beowolf was still sniffing around. Sooner or later it's going to catch hold of my scent, I need to act fast!
What kind of build do I want? Do I want to be a tank? Assassin? I don't know what SKILLS I have! I can't make that decision yet! ARGH! WHY'D I HAVE TO FIND THIS OUT IN A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION?! WHY COULDN'T I FIND THIS OUT BEFORE?!
.. To be fair you were too busy acting like a pussy to notice.
SHUT UP BRAIN!
Okay… Okay. Breathe. Let's see what I'm working with.
'Inventory.'
[Inventory]
Lien: 0
Dagger [Common: (Requires 5 STR and Dexterity to use efficiently.)
A simple dagger without mecha-shift or Dust applications, requires a dainty hand to use properly. Best used for hit and run tactics. Does 50 DMG.
[Misc Items]
Rations [x10:
A sealed box filled with fruits, dried meat and protein bars, one of these could last you a day, or two if you conserve them.
Canteen of Water [x1:
A refreshing beverage! A small flask containing 2 quarts of water inside! How long it lasts is up to you and you alone.
5 STR and DEX, okay… I went and upped my STR and DEX stats to five, I drew my dagger from my inventory, and in a flash of light, it appeared in my hand. It was light, cold to the touch, the blade was slightly rusted, but still usable. I could work with this.
I have 40 Stat Points left… Before I go in, I at least want to be prepared. So I put at least 10 stats into VIT, 5 in INT, and 5 in LUK and 10 in AGI. The reason I didn't put anything in WIS is because I won't be needing WIS until I actually get some spells.
I took in some more deep breaths, to clear my head and get myself in the zone. I sent my dagger a few apprehensive glances, before steeling my resolve and dashing out the bush, which immediately caught the Beowolf's attention.
I took a few steps back as it snarled and bared its fangs at me, a lump forming in my throat as I slid into… a stance, I dunno how to properly fight with a dagger, okay?! All I know is swish swish stab, and frankly, that's all I need to know!
As if knowing a fight was about to be engaged, a green health bar materialized above the Beowolf's head. It looked like the health bars you'd see in Sword Art Online, which was actually pretty cool, and gave me a small giddy feeling in my gut.
Then, the battle was on. The Beowolf lunged and I quickly hit the deck, rolling to the side as it's razor sharp claws easily dug into the ground, sending dirt flying everywhere. I had no time to gape, I had to move, now! I rushed forward at it's exposed back and leaped onto the Beowolf's back, jamming my dagger into it's exposed shoulder!
-50!
The Beowolf howled in pain and started thrashing around, I grit my teeth and held on! That attack did 50 damage, and I saw it's health bar go down! I can- SHIT! The Beowolf bucked and swerved, my dagger sliding out of it's wound until it fell out, the Beowolf taking the opportunity to fling me off it's back and into a tree, which hurt like a fucking BITCH! HOW MUCH DAMN PAIN DO I GOTTA ENDURE, MAN?!
"ACK!" I yelped in pain as my spine impacted the tree. Luckily I didn't break anything, but it still hurt! I saw my health bar drop, and my eyes damn near bugged out of my skull.
'60 FUCKING DAMAGE?! THAT'S HALF MY GODDAMN HEALTH!' I clicked my teeth in frustration, I am so fucked!
The Beowolf roared in anger, hate clearly visible in it's glowing red eyes. It charged at me, it's large maw opened wide, ready to bite my head clean off…
… I wouldn't let it! Some stupid god already dropped me in a foreign world with no possible way home, I was NOT going to die here until I could reap the GODDAMN BENEFITS!
[New Skill Unlocked!]
Warrior's Determination [Passive:
Your soul burns with the will to fight! When in dire situations you gain a 20% increase in STR and a 15% increase for Crit Rate.
I smirked. Bitchin'.
The Beowolf lunged forth, I ducked and my arm shot up, digging my dagger into the underside of its belly, I yelled and pushed myself forward, dragging the blade through and yanking it out once I was out of it's way. Black Ichor dripped off the edge of the blade, but I paid it no mind. The Beowolf slid to a stop and writhed in pain, I grinned and lunged forward again as it's HP dropped, 435 HP! The Beowolf turned towards me just as I got into range, acting fast, I rammed my dagger into it's eye, blood spurting out and splashing against my cheek as the ocular organ was promptly destroyed!
-70! Crit!
The HP Bar dropped some more, '365', in a fit of pain and anger, the Beowolf began swinging it's wildly, I cursed under my breath and wrenched my dagger out of it's eye, backpedaling as fast as I could, my HP had slowly regenerated, but I what I regained was quickly lost once a thrashing limb grazed my stomach. I winced as my HP dropped some more, but only by a slight margin. I slid back, and flipped my dagger into a reverse grip, the Beowolf coming at me again with a flurry of swipes, and my eyes widened at the speed as I did my best to dodge!
'Faster! FASTER! MOVE FASTER OR YOU'LL DIE!' I roared at myself, teeth grit together so hard my gums would bleed, I needed to move, I needed to AVOID, to DODGE! I NEEDED SPEED!
(Play Haikyuu!! Ost: Supernatural Haste)
[New Skill Unlocked!]
Sprint [Level 1:
Gotta go fast! Do you need to move quickly? This is the skill for you, giving you a 30% increase to your speed, you'll be blitzing your opponent's in no time flat!
A blue aura washed over my body, my eyes widening as time seemed to slow for me as the claw the Beowolf swung at me aimed for my head, as the new skill I acquired blared in front of my face, I took it in stride and crouched low to avoid the swipe and blasted forward… And time resumed.
Wind buffeted the Beowolf's face, it blinked with it's singular eye in shock as it's prey suddenly vanished before it's eye(s). It looked around frantically, only for a whistle to catch it's ears. It growled and turned around to see the young Dustling waving at it with a smug grin and playful wave of it's hand, a blue aura flowing around his feet like water.
The Beowolf snarled in frustration and roared, spittle flying everywhere as it saw red at being taunted, it lunged forth with reckless abandon, swinging its arms in hopes of tearing the Dustling to shreds. But none, of it's attacks, HIT! Where did this brat get this speed?! It made no sense! It could barely keep up just a second ago! What was going on!
My shit-eating grin continued to grow as I dodged the Beowolf's attacks with relative ease, this speed increase was awesome! To be honest, I kind of feel like Sonic or the Flash right now! And this was only Level 1! While this was cool, I still had a fight to finish, so that's what I'm gonna do. With the Beowolf's final strike done, I launched forward with a burst of speed, leaving a blur of blue behind me as I dug my dagger into its side, leaving a nasty gash in its place.
The Beowolf whirled around to try and catch me, but I was already gone and around it, keeping my flurry of attacks up, I came in and hit fast, chipping away at its HP while avoiding it's wild attacks, it kept stumbling over itself with each new attack and wound dealt to its body, and it's growls of pain and frustration brought me ludicrous amounts of euphoria… GOD THIS WAS AWESOME!
-70! -70! -70! -70! CRIT!
I backpedaled, gripping onto my dagger tightly as the Beowolf fell onto its haunches, it's HP Bar in the red. This was my chance! "15 HP… Okay! LET'S GO!" With that shout of declaration and victory within my grasp, my confidence swelled and I rushed forward, the Beowolf too trying to fight through the pain to notice my approach, that is, until it got a dagger to the neck, that is… with one clean swipe, I blurred past it's motionless body, coming to a halt. I remained motionless, silent, the only noise being made were my labored breaths and the wind… until the sound of flesh being cut rang through my ears.
The Beowolf's head slowly slid off it's shoulders and hit the ground, black blood spurting everywhere as the body fell over in a heap, black ash wafting off it's body as it went through the process of decomposing.
(End OST)
[Level Up!] [Level Up!]
I took in greedy gulps of air and let out a sigh of relief, turning around to see my handiwork, a feeling of pride washed over me as I watched the Beowolf's corpse vanish before my eyes. I killed that thing! With absolutely no fucking combat experience! HELL YES! I FEEL LIKE GOD DAMN KIRITO RIGHT NOW!
"SUCK IT, WHOEVER THE FUCK SENT ME HERE!" I roared in triumph before the adrenaline finally left my body, letting out a tired groan. I flopped onto my back and let my dagger flicker away into motes of light as I put it back in my inventory… I just got out of a life or death battle, and… as that thought weighed down on my mind, I started to drift off into sleep…
But one last thought entered my mind.
… Maybe I can survive here.
Yo! First Self-Insert Fic.
All I ask is for you guys to be brutal in the reviews, need as much criticism as possible if I want this story to do good.
Also, 100 Years Quest anime. HYPE!
Gonna go work on AWAJ now, bye~!