Unnamed village? 5:30 P.M.

As I walked in to the town, and I noticed it surrounded a big mansion. "A beauty, ant she," the first guard said as I was staring at it.

"Yea, but why are you all jumpy? There isn't a war going on right," I asked as there some damaged or collapsed buildings. Hell even his whole armor was mix-matching.

"No wars right now, but those terrorists from the White Fang attack us. When they finish with their attack, the Grimm get attracted from the fight or from the negative emotions," he informed. "Shit, if this goes on anymore we're screwed."

"When is the next wave," I asked as I reloaded.

"Well by my clock right about now," He said as an explosion happened far left.

"Shit, they're going all out," We heard them say thru the radio.

"Crap. Listen kid if you want to help out," he said as he turned away from me for a second. "Go help them out and here is some armor, not sure it will fit you but it's better than nothing," as he handed me armor and a helmet, the armor had some dried blood on it.

Suddenly a see thru screen popped up saying [New Mission! Accept Y/N?]

I mentally said yes and looked at the armor. 'Probably from the guy who wore it last,' I thought as I tried it on. It was a size to big, but better than one size to small. I grabbed the helmet and ran to where the fight was.

As I was getting there I saw The White Fang had white uniforms with three slashes on a red wolf and wore a mask. I was surprised that they were all clustered together, apparently they were strength in numbers and not in skill. I pressed play on my phone, it played 'Time of dying' by Three Days grace, and fired the now loaded suppressor in short bursts. It was like shooting fish in a barrel at first, easily taking the number of enemies down by half. The smarter ones got to cover and the remaining guards got some breathing room and fired blindly to the terrorists. I reloaded and relocated, as the guards fired blindly, to flank the now suppressed enemies.

I was about to start my attack when a VTOL like ship landed with more enemy reinforcements. I took out the Incineration Cannon and waited for a bit for the reinforcements to talk to the remaining attack force. When all of The White Fang grunts were in close proximity of each other, I fired the cannon. Living up to its name as the only thing that was left of the grunts was ash. My hands, and shoulder felt numb after firing it.

The pilot of the VTOL saw this and took off as fast as it could let him. "Yea, and don't come back," I heard a yell from one of the guards yelling. "Thanks for the assist," He said to me. "Oh, I'm Joe blank by the way. What's your name? I haven't seen you before," he asked as he took off his helmet reveling his short blond hair.

"You can call me Prophet," I told him as I checked the Incineration Cannon's ammo count. The display showed [80%].

Then multiple windows popped up [Heavy weapons mastery lvl.1], [Guerilla warfare lvl.1], [Sniper rifle mastery lvl.9] [Leadership lvl.14], [pistol weapon mastery lvl.2], [Assault rifle weapon mastery lvl.1], [Tactician lvl.15], [Dancing lvl.19]

I looked confused. 'Isn't this from The Gamer manga? Why the hell do I have this,'

I thought, yet I was calm. I looked at my pip-boy and looked at the perks.

[Diamond skin] perk maxed out, [Gamer mind] perk maxed out, [Gamer body] maxed out, [dimensional traveler] perk maxed out, and [Copycat] perk maxed out.

Then there were the skills I had gotten earlier.

'Well shit, things just got complicated,' I thought. 'And what the hell does [Copycat] do?' I thought why the leadership, sniper rifle, and tactician were higher than the others 'oh right, all the JROTC for 3 years maybe plus all the teams I was in.'

"Well since you aren't paying attention, come find me when you're done fiddling with that thing on your arm," I heard looking at a strong looking man. He wore the same armor as everyone, so ether a captain or the head chief of security.

"Sir," I responded quickly and confused.

"Oh, you're done? Good now we can go meet the little boss that we are in charge of protecting," he informed me and started to walk.

"But sir I'm not one of your men," I told him.

"Regardless, she wants to meet you and she doesn't seem pleased," he informed me and motion me to follow.

I sighed and followed him into the manor. Surprisingly it was untouched by the battles. I saw a girl who was at least 14 years old in a chair when we walked in to the room. The girl wore a white dress with a white jacket that was red on the inside with some high heeled boots.

When we got close to her she instantly bombarded me with questions "Who are you? Why are you here? Did my dad contracted you? Do you work for my dad?"

"Wait isn't it impolite to ask who someone is without tell who you are first," I retorted.

"Fine, my name is Wiess Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, and you are," she asked as she had a hint of anger.

"You can call me Prophet, for now," I responded. I still didn't know why I chose that name.

The girl looked red with anger and yelled "Tell me your real name now, or else."

I looked to the guy I came in with and saw him take a pistol out.

"Why don't you beat me in a duel and I'll tell you," I answered her in hopes she would get discouraged. That was my mistake.

"Fine and when I do you'll answer all my questions," she stated with a smile as if she had already won.

We walked out to a garden for us to duel and the guy ho I followed gave me a sword. I grabbed it in a revers grip (also known as an icepick grip) and got in a fighting stance as wises got in hers.

AN: For those who are reading my other story, I will still write it don't worry it's not ending yet.