Skeletalrepublic: Baggage is an understatement.

Cyan-Snake: Admittedly, I'm not very happy with the last chapter. I did force my way through a bit of writer's block in that section but here's my thought process on why he got Ironwood and Ozpin's attention: The Valean Council sees a heavily armed man in what seems like Altesian armor and wants Ozpin to ask Ironwood why he's there because while hunters are common, hunters in armor are less so, so they think he's a specialist. On Atlas' side, they hear about a man in advanced armor which doesn't match any known manufactured armor, which makes them concerned because they're supposed to have the only military tech. But here's a man in strange armor, wearing an insignia that matches no known organization. And even then, they aren't sending the entire military, they're sending a small investigation team to see if he's an actual threat or not.

Lenly Morgan: Funny story, I have a fictionpress account where I put up some extremely old original fiction (most of my current works are on Scribblehub), and an apparent webnovel scout or something PMed me about putting my works on there. I then took a look into the website and decided against it.

Yang34: Red Dead Redemption 2 is on my list of things I want to put in, but we'll see as I have so many games I want to touch on.

CriticaofRandomness: Nope. Something different.

LaUgHiNgmaN: I doubt this story will ever reach the standard of any of Coeur Al'Aran's works considering how I don't really prioritize quality in this story. It's strange because I do care about this story, but I put most of my focus on writing original fiction nowadays. And the way I'm doing how the games strengthen people is that the effects are better the higher the level gained, I.E becoming level forty strengthens your body more than becoming level ten. Ironwood is going to be a doozy to handle for Adam, but as for Ozpin… Eh~ honestly I feel like once Adam learns the extent of Ozpin's many lives, he'll still respect him. Because to be completely honest, the human mind wasn't designed to live longer than like eighty years and Ozpin has reincarnated at least ten times after his original life. Assuming he lived at least forty-five-ish years in each incarnation (even though we can clearly see him being older as Ozpin), then that's at lest four-hundred and fifty years of memories and living. I doubt any human can live through that and continue going as normal. The fact that Ozpin has managed to keep a miniscule amount of humanity in him alive while fighting against a women who he loved (which would probably also weigh on his mental state) is a large accompishment in of itself. There have been far worse people in human history who are still considered good people.

Jeez~, I didn't expect to write two long responses. But here's the next chapter, I hope that this story has been living up to your expectations so far!


Adam knew it was probably a very bad idea, especially since even Springfield was against it.

She quite literally said with a frown clearly evident on her face, "They would probably cause more trouble than even Mk48 or MDR."

However, the more he thought about Remnant, the more convinced that he needed something at least on these lines.

The Grimm were everywhere and he had a feeling that he was sent here for a reason. He couldn't tell if it was to help the people of Remnant prepare for some big event or if he was just being unbelievably arrogant.

After all, the god that sent him here said that he was originally going to cure something very big on Earth so why wouldn't he not have some similarly-scaled purpose on Remnant.

But maybe it was just the existential dread finally kicking in, but they could still be useful. StG44 and he did some research on Remnant's frontier and they learned that bandits were common on Remnant.

And that technically speaking, mercenary groups or rather private security companies weren't illegal.

While they could theoretically form a new private security company using the T-Dolls that were available to him. He'd have to rule out any of the younger-looking ones and the scantily-clad ones too.

Also, having a security company being made up of entirely women, or more specifically women that looked like huntresses considering the average T-Doll's colorful attire, was also suspicious.

He could also use the 'grunt' T-Dolls, their armor was more robust than the military gear that Atlas had, making it clear that they weren't Altesian designs. Hopefully the excuse that he was a huntsman held up when he was inevitably questioned on his pilot's armor and no civilian would ask any more questions.

But in any case, more militia-looking gear would be best.

Or maybe some… police gear.

But then again, the police officers from PAYDAY were all pretty unhinged to the point where Springfield was worried that they may get a bit aggressive with the regular citizens. Except for the Medic, who was honestly probably way too sane compared to the other officers.

Like imagine a Dozer or Cloaker interacting with the general public. Yeah, chaos would probably occur.

So, for now, he shelved that idea.

He still bought a couple things though, specifically streaming and recording equipment. He'd already bought some for himself, but he might as well buy some so his customers could stream while playing in his cafe.

However, the idea of getting something along the lines of a Planetary Annihilation Commander was still stuck in his head, he realized that he should probably speed up filming the trailers for his games.

His cafe needed to expand and expand quickly if he wanted stuff like that.

Hence why he was currently in a match of Titanfall 2 coordinating the phantom players on both teams.

Once he explained what he wanted to do, they quickly agreed to help film his recreation of the Pilots Gameplay trailer.

It wasn't a one-to-one recreation considering how fallible human memories were, but with StG44 helping to edit the clips together, he considered it pretty good.

He even got the same song too, Yin-Yang by USS, and StG44 being the goddess she was, managed to time the shots of the Grand Theft Pistol execution exactly like how he remembered it.

Springfield and she were both godsends, Adam couldn't imagine running the internet cafe without them.

Well, he could but it didn't exactly go well.

Anyways, Adam created a channel on Anybox, the Remnant version of Youtube where he'd post the trailers for the games that he'd be releasing in his internet cafe. However, it'd look suspicious for a cafe to be releasing game trailers, so he named the channel, Stratagem Official. Basically, he was going to fake the existence of an entire company that makes games and the equipment he'd be selling on the side.

This definitely couldn't go wrong!

He had to enlist StG44's help again, because paperwork was the bane of his existence. Adam still felt the pangs of guilt engulf his heart whenever he remembered the many sleepless nights of them trying to figure out the Valean legal system for registering a company.

No god could or was willing to do the heavy lifting like with their identities.

At least StG44 seemed to enjoy it. Somehow she had a small smile on her face while they grinded out the paperwork.

Maybe it was just T-Doll things.

But while the first of the Titanfall 2 trailers were completed, that still left Girl's Frontline. Although in all actuality, he was wondering if he should pull it out of the market and replace it with something else.

If he was going to continue to expand and hire T-Dolls, then it would be very suspicious to have characters looking exactly like video-game characters. It could theoretically be explained as Stratagem placing references to their employees, but it would still be weird.

And having only a single game available wouldn't be the best decision either. Titanfall 2 was a fun game but it might not be suited for everybody's tastes.

But then what game should he buy?

A knock at the door leading to the armory interrupted Adam's thoughts. Internally, he still found it amusing that they turned a giant armory into what basically amounts to an officespace.

"Come in!"

StG44 walked in cradling a large pile of papers in her hands making Adam groan out loud.

"More paperwork?"

StG44 gave him a slow nod.

"Alright, what do I have to fill out?" Adam asked her with a grimace on his face.

She placed the papers down on his desk with a loud thud, "Trademarking. According to my research, it should not take longer than ninety minutes." At those words, Adam perked up, but the following statement made him groan, "However, it will take several months for Vale to confirm that Stratagem meets all the appropriate criteria."

Adam let out a soft curse but began to fill out the paperwork anyway.

"Do you want my help, Kommandant?" StG44 asked with an admittedly adorable tilt of her head.

Adam was tempted. Oh, so very tempted, but she was still needed up front so he shook his head.

"I'll be fine. It's… just paperwork," Adam said with very visible disdain in regard to the papers on his desk.

A flash of some emotion that Adam could tell was some kind of negative emottion appeared but as quick as it appeared, it disappeared. She gave him a crisp salute and walked off leaving him behind with the beasts on his desk.


Ren supposed there were worse things he could be doing these days. Ironically, despite the fact that he was working to clear debt, the work was quite enjoyable.

Unlike the work that he had to do in Mistral after… Kuroyuri. If not for Nora, Ren had no idea what he'd have done afterward.

The frying pan in his hand began to feel uncomfortable and he looked down to see that his hands had gripped the handle so tightly that small cracks began to form.

Ren sighed and shook his head, relaxing his grip. His sigh was louder than he thought, getting Rose's to focus on him. However she still continued expertly making coffee while conversing.

"Is something wrong?"

Ren shook his head and evaded the question, "Nothing. I might've put too much salt and pepper into the eggs."

Her lips pressed together and she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, imperceptible to the point where an ordinary civilian wouldn't have noticed. And even to the point where the him of a week or so ago wouldn't have.

It was almost frightening how far his instincts and body have grown lately, Nora had already taken advantage of her newfound abilities to turn into one of those Vacuan gunslingers except instead of revolvers, she now wielded grenade launchers with scary efficiency for someone of her age.

She finished the latest order and put it on the counter for Nora, "It's unlike you to make a mistake like that. If you need someone to talk to, we're all willing." Rose said softly.

Ren gave her a nod but said nothing else. From what he'd experienced while working in the cafe, Adam and Rose were good people. Even when Nora and he owed the cafe debt for her purchase of those grenade launchers, they still payed them more than the average waiter and cook should get. Ren checked.

He knew that they'd be willing to listen but Adam was his employer and didn't need to listen to his problems.

Rose was a slightly different story, he just didn't want to worry her. Every so often, she reminded him of an older sister that he never had.

Schwarz was… complicated. He knew that she slightly warmed up to the two of them but she acted like what he expected from her.

There was a short period of silence until Nora, skipped over and with an exaggerated groan sat on one of the bar stools.

Rose brightened up immediately, a motherly smile appearing on her face, "Do you want some more pancakes Nora?"

Ren knew that he should probably stop letting Rose feed into Nora's pancake addiction. But the way Nora's eyes began to shine made him hesitate.

"Yes!" Nora replied.

"Yes, please." Ren reminded her.

"Yes, please!"

Rose let out a giggle, "One order of pancakes coming right up!"

The games in this cafe were extremely intriguing, surpassing far beyond what he knew Atlas could produce. Not to mention those replica weapons. It should've been inherently suspicious but as he saw the joy on Nora's face while she conversed with Rose, he'd give them the benefit of the doubt.