Hello Everyone. Today we're taking a detour from Ruby (Crescent)'s adventures in ID and looking at team RWBY's favorite tsundere and her experience in the game of infinite possibilities.
"Talking"
Thoughts
'Mental Communication or using a magic item'
[Debuffs]
Skills/Systems
Chapter 10 – Poisoned Oasis, Pt.1
Ruby Rose, Dorm Room
"Gaah!" she gasped as she wrenched her VR headset off.
"Why was a Caldian Superior in Dryfe?"
"How could she make poison corrosive enough to melt metal?"
She looked down at her hands, still shaking.
Was she scared?
Since she began to play Infinite Dendrogram she had come face to face with terrifying creatures; the Twin-Headed Lesser Chameleon Basilisk, the Crimson Rockbird, an earth dragon…Bun-Bun.
She really hoped Bun-Bun never caught her thinking that.
Yet, this time was…different. Before, she could at least do…something. Endless Miasma wiped her out without even trying like swatting a ladybug off her dress.
That was what hurt. The fact she was treated as an inconvenience or maybe not even that.
The collateral damage of an inconvenience.
Ouch. That really did hurt more.
Then a thought rushed through her mind and she dashed off her bed and went straight to the laptop on her desk before typing at a speed most programmers would kill for.
'Infinite Dendrogram I was killed is my Embryo okay?'
Surprisingly, there was an entire page dedicated to this on the wiki. She let out a sigh when she read that Guardian and Maiden types couldn't 'die', not like tians. They could be damaged to the point they couldn't manifest themselves, but given enough time, they were back good as new.
Slumping, she let out another sigh of relief.
It was funny. She hadn't known Wotan even for five full Infinite Dendrogram days since she started playing, but Ruby felt for Wotan as she did for Yang. Obviously, not to the same degree, but she felt herself missing the mischievous, cuddle-happy, wolf/raven much the same way she missed Yang, Dad, and Zwei when she first came to Beacon University.
She looked at her clock. It was just turning 11 pm on Saturday. This meant she wouldn't be able to officially log in until 11 pm Sunday, but had to be in bed by 10 pm so she wouldn't be tired for her 7 am Math 201 class.
She cursed herself for taking a math class at seven in the morning.
"Stupid math." She pouted before deflating a little, "That's not fair, math isn't stupid."
She was just angry at how easily she had been PK'd.
But that brought her back to her first question, "Why was Endless Miasma logging into Dryfe?"
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A little over 24 hours ago
Empress Cryoconite had just finished the last of the inventories she had filled with her poison. She looked at the rising sunlight and her workbench.
It was covered with various beakers and tubes for all of the various poisons she had spent the entire evening making.
Not in a small part to the half dozen emptied lattes cups strewn haphazardly on one side of her workbench.
At that, she smirked. Weiss Schnee was the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, a famous singer, and perhaps one of the most glamorized people in all of Remnant…which meant being prim, proper, and having to appear without a single fault at all hours you were because of someone who you didn't trust or pay heavily/threaten enough that they wouldn't even consider betraying you.
With her family, save for her sister, it was always the latter.
She looked around her room and smirked again.
It wasn't slovenly, she just didn't have it in her and she certainly didn't want to attract insects, but it wasn't as sterile as her home was.
The furniture, though nice, looked like someone used it. Nothing was at a "just perfect" ninety-degree angle, save for the walls, and it smelled like life, not disinfectant spray, but genuine habitation. The smell of the coffee, poison, the roast beef sandwich- oh she was so wrong about eating with your hands- she had had for lunch the day before, and the smell of alcohol from when she had her former clan, Poison Apple, over and they did body shots.
Perriwinkle might be a bit of a stooge, but at least he had crafted a good-looking, mature, avatar.
He would be so much more attractive if he got rid of the glasses.
Thank the gods he was over eighteen.
She chuckled to herself. The Schnee heiress might be denied these pleasures, but Empress Cryoconite could indulge in them as much and as often as she desired.
As if to quash her reverie, a knock came at her door.
Sighing, she clipped some of the inventories onto her belt and stashed a few others in the hidden compartments in her clothing. She was surprised at how often people tended to forget that clothing in ID could function like regular clothing, as in being modified to conceal weapons.
Inventories were nice, especially the few small ones with high capacity she had special ordered from the King of Inventories in Huang He, but sometimes a weapon hidden the old fashion way seemed to work better.
Opening the door, she came face to face with a fit young man with jet-black hair and rust-colored eyes. He was dressed in a mint green and brown shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a vest with long brown coattails and an ascot of some kind.
On his back was a rather intimidatingly wicked sword with "777" appearing clawed into the side of the blade as mint and brown gauntlets with a matching pattern in gold crossed his knuckles.
He was one of Caldina's six Superiors, the King of Casinos, 4-Leaf.
"What do you want, you rapscallion?" some might consider calling him a "rapscallion" going too far, but the man was by no means anything else. He was nearly perpetually inebriated, if not constantly picking bar and alleyway brawls, and had a way of irritating her that bordered on an innate talent.
Next to him, she saw a creature that looked like a large cat but has the posture of a monkey. The left half of it was all solid black while the right half was solid white. Interestingly, its left eye was white as snow while its right eye was black as pitch.
Arguably one of the strongest Guardian Embryos she had ever seen: Two-Toned Coin Flip, Phouka.
While her Embryo was also part Guardian, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous, though she would never admit it, of the man having such a cute Embryo.
Though it was in no way a smear on her own Embryo. Cronus was an excellent Embryo and suited her play style very well.
She reached down and scratched the adorable bundle of cuteness behind the ears.
"Boss lady wants a meeting."
If not for her years of training to be in the spotlight and under the microscope of Remnant, she might have lost her composure. Her grandfather had told her about times when simply letting your surprise show could change the outcome of a deal.
Her father, though she loathed thinking of him as such, had, in less pleasant means, ground similar thoughts into her mind. "You can never let them see you as weak, WE Schnees must never be weak." His voice rattled in her head, despite the blatant falsehood she wished she could say to him.
Banishing the thought, she accompanied the man to the capital.
If she didn't show up, it would be suspicious.
But how much had the woman figured out?
In the world of Infinite Dendrogram, it was very possible for a Master as the NPCs called players to take over a country or even the world if it was possible.
More than a few players had tried, but she was different. Instead of walking up to a monarch and saying 'Hand over your kingdom' like an absolute ignoramus, she and a few like-minded individuals had been laying the groundwork to usurp control of Dryfe, Caldina, and Legendaria.
They had done some work in Altar, but with that country, in particular, having so many Superiors; the Great Sage, Celestial Knight, Saint, Hierophant, and supposedly the Sacred Princess.
Even if two of them were healing and support-focused, they would require an assault from all sides to takedown.
But her plans were still a week away from their simultaneous assault.
She would have to be calm about this and see what the woman knew.
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Technically, Empress was staying in Hermine, the city of gambling, due to the fact the capital of Caldina, Drag-Nomad was located on the back of a gargantuan UBM known as Drifting Dragon King Drag-Nomad.
She would admit, the idea of a city on the back of a giant dragon was at least interesting, if not a little concerning. She would be worried about the creature sleeping on its side or tripping and causing the city to fall, but apparently, such things hadn't happened in the beast's over 1,000 years of service.
She would admit that was an impressive track record, but she wasn't sure if it wasn't just lore to bait players. Toppling a thus far thousand-year un-collapsible dragon.
How was that not a quest hook?
However, because of that, Cortana was the official starting city for all Caldina Masters. She could understand given that, like its name, Drag-Nomad was nomadic and thus could end up anywhere in the desert which could range from a monster-free oasis to a sun-bleached hellscape full of giant flesh-rending worms.
She was staying in Hermine for three reasons.
First was that it was the city of gambling. Normally such uncouth behavior was too low-brow for a Schnee. However, for Empress Cryoconite, it was a nightly habit. Win or lose, she just felt the thrill of being able to even have a vice.
The second was because she didn't trust her safety to a living creature especially when it would be very easy, in theory, she would admit, to destroy the entire city by managing to kill the giant monster.
She said "in theory" because, despite numerous tries, and subsequent sentencing to Gaol, no player she had ever heard of could even scratch it.
All Dragon Kings could use a skill called Dragon King Aura, which not only strengthen the user considerably but granted a type of all-attribute resistance. And given that it was an Irregular UBM, over level 100, it was theoretically immune to just about any attack.
But that still didn't mean someone, someday, couldn't kill it.
as for the third reason, she saw it the moment the tamed wyvern that acted as a taxi landed on the private landing pad of the chairwoman of Caldina's parliament.
She was an admittedly beautiful woman, but it was the mind she hid with that warming smile that made Empress wonder if she was really just an NPC.
Even by the standard of Infinite Dendrogram's incredibly advanced NPCs La Place Phantasma was more cunning and conniving than Jacque Schnee could ever hope to dream of being.
Every action she and her clan, Qliphoth, took seemed to be to her benefit. And not in the 'Oh, you saved my citizens from being eaten alive by giant monsters' -kind of way.
While there were certainly quests like that, and she paid handsomely, but now and again she would see the threads connecting a much larger web. Minos would receive a 'tip' about the woman he was stalking in ID which lead to a mass migration of giant scorpions towards a village that Reinhardt just so happened to be on a quest protecting a caravan to while the mayor of said village, who until recently has refused to sell a newly discovered Mithril vein to the capital on grounds of the dangers of transportation, just so happens to decide that he would not only transport the ore across the Brother Gods forsaken desert but sell it to the capital at a discounted rate.
Another time, she had somehow deduced that Empress had created a poison that was nearly undetectable and, in enough volume, to poison the oasis of a city that threatened to succeed to Huang He.
She had not only demanded it, but had already arranged the lir, and replacement materials to be shipped to her home ten minutes after she had finished.
Empress had spent the next two weeks, game time, trying to deduce how she knew that, but to no avail.
And those were just two examples. There were at least a dozen she could confirm and several times more she suspected.
She despised being used.
It reminded her of her father turning her into his private songbird in a gilded cage and all of his business associates and their bratty offspring trying to use her to curry favor with her father or sycophants wanting to become cronies of the Schnee Dust Company.
The meeting room was in a large ornate opened building with a white table with gold trim surrounded by seven golden chairs with large cushions.
Starting from her left was Minos, a fiery-red-haired bull faunus dressed like an edge lord ripoff. The only thing she felt other than disgust towards the man was pity for his Embryo Tyrving.
Tyrving wasn't a Guardian nor even a Maiden Type Embryo. No, he was one of the rare few Apostle Embryos. They functioned much like Maidens except instead of giant slaying, their trait was domination.
She pitied him because he was forced to dress in female attire with a black, buttoned vest with coattails and a single silver button on the front. Underneath this is a white, sleeveless, high-necked, crop undershirt and white shorts with a zipper on the front of each leg, emblazoned with the YKK logo.
To top it off, he was forced to dye his golden hair black, put in amber contacts, and wear a black cat ear headband.
She didn't like interacting with the Minos much, and she preferred to avoid anything that cut into her gaming time in general, but she honestly felt she should be calling someone about child- well Embryo- abuse.
He was nothing more than a wild dog that La Place let lose when she needed something destroyed. His epithet of "Deathless Grudge" was not only a perfect match for his edge lord persona but harrowingly accurate.
There were entire forums dedicated to his brutality.
Not to mention more than a few people had put a bounty on his head. Sadly, no one had yet to manage the feat of putting him down for good.
A rare few had managed to give him the death penalty, but he would login again, hunt down the poor soul and PK them again and again until they stop logging in.
Next to him was a fortress of books. Which meant Doctor Green Egg, the King of Libraries, was here. La Place had basically bought him with rare and hard-to-find books.
Despite being perpetually consumed with reading, he was the country's leading archeologist and responsible for unearthing more pre-ancient civilization ruins than any of the next ten people combined.
This made his panoply both varied and powerful. He had items upon items with powerful abilities.
And thanks to his Embryo, he was considered one of the most powerful Mages in ID. Perhaps even rivaling the Great Sage in Altar.
Personality wise he would often go on tangents and speak so quickly she had trouble understanding what the green, bird's nest, headed man was saying.
As far as she could tell he was most likely an unaware pawn La Place was buying off with books.
Next to him was …that woman.
And taking a seat next to her was 4-Leaf…who was already halfway through another bottle.
When had he even started drinking that?
More or less the same as Doctor Green Egg. Though rather than being bought with books it was booze and cheap floozies.
Despite his degenerate behavior, he had the highest damage potential of anyone in the room.
In fact, he was one of the only two in the room to damage the giant in full plate armor next to him. The other was Minos.
The towering Armor Giant next to 4-Leaf was none other than the King of Flawless, Reinhardt. He was not much for talking, but his skill was undeniable. His defenses were so great that even an Ancient Legendary UBM was unable to even scratch him.
As someone who prided herself as Caldina's number one PK'er, she could confirm the guy was all but unkillable. He had earned his epithet as the Adamantine Mountain.
Neither Minos nor 4-Leaf, despite being able to damage him, were able to defeat him. That was why he ruled the Duel Rankings the way he did.
She still couldn't understand why he followed La Place's orders. He didn't seem the type to bend due to blackmail or intimidation, so perhaps he was just in it for the lir, the quests, and the items.
The last was a skinny man with a dark coat and an immaculate mustache. The King of Corpses, Kilowatt.
If Doctor Green Egg was the preserver of the pre-ancient civilization's legacy, then Kilowatt was the defiler. Hs Embryo, Dullahan, created grotesque and depraved flesh constructs out of grudge and zombified remains grafted onto machines to improve their performance and create an ever stronger and more lethal creation.
She honestly didn't know what to think of the man. On one hand, he was intelligent, and unlike Doctor Green Egg, she could converse with him. On the other hand, he seemed to look down his nose at everyone as though they were below him.
She had seen too many stuck-up aristocrats in her life at galas and charity functions to count and every single one of them rubbed her the wrong way.
However, unlike the rest, he seemed to be aware of La Place's machinations.
Empress saw a potential alliance with him if she could stomach his arrogant attitude.
That meant the last seat, the one directly across from La Place, belonged to her.
The symbolism of the position was not lost on her.
This was a battle between the two of them. Because of how the table was set up and everyone seated, she would be both physically and metaphorically backed into a corner. Surrounded by La Place and her forces and the farthest from her likely only way off of the giant roaming beasts.
Regardless, she took her seat. Back straight, brown smooth, face placid. Like she had done a thousand and one times this last month. A plastic smile formed on her face as it threatened to suffocate her.
"Greetings Empress" La Place began, "How are you today? I hope the trip wasn't too much for you, was it?"
"No, no I am fine." Empress waved off, "Could you be so kind as to tell us why we are gathered here? I can only assume I am not the only one with a busy schedule."
"I imagine running an entire country requires a lot of your time and don't want to take up too much." She said quickly covering up the venom she had accidentally loosed in her tone.
This woman reminded her so much of her father that she had to hold back the urge to poison her until her bones melted.
She had done that.
"There have been some strange activities occurring in the Great Desert surrounding Cortana. Given the number of beginning Masters who have been disappearing in droves, we suspect it is either an intelligent monster or a UBM." She explained calmly as though she was talking about the weather, "I would like you, Minos, and Reinhardt to investigate."
"Isn't sending three Superiors, overkill?" surprisingly it was 4-Leaf who asked it before Empress even opened her mouth.
"We have sent a few Pre-Superiors to investigate before, however, given the number of ground to cover, the number of Masters who disappeared, and how quickly the Pre-Superiors were defeated, we can assume at least three Superiors would be required. For that reason, I suggested Empress who is a wide-scale annihilation type, Reinhardt who is an individual-survival type, and Minos who is both."
"Why not send Poindexter?" 4-Leaf asked pointing to the book fortress, "Or, Doctor Frankenstein over there?" he gestured to Kilowatt.
"As for the former, I have already sent the King of Resistance and Clay Princess, both powerful Mages, as both were defeated, I am lead to believe magic may be disadvantageous against this foe." She explained not missing a single beat as Empress recalled not seeing the man in white with the giant floating gauntlets hitting on the shy girl with the bangs over her right eye, "As for Kilowatt…I have received complaints from the mothers of children to not release his…inventions without probable cause."
While the mustache man didn't pout, his appearance seemed to sour rather quickly. Though that was a complaint she would admit was a good excuse. Any child who saw one of Kilowatt's creations would have nightmares for weeks.
However, Empress didn't miss the fact that the two she had been paired with were direct counters to her play style.
Individually she wasn't certain she would be able to defeat either of them, but combined her chances of victory were almost zero.
What sealed it was what her low-rank job, Appraiser showed her. It had three skills Reveal, Identification, and See Through Sight.
The first skill wasn't that important as it showed her La Place's name, main job, main job level, total level, and status values. La Place's main job was not built for Empress' playstyle nor was she a Superior.
The second skill showed information about any item she looked at and its skills. La Place was equipped head to toe with items that stacked her poison resistance and prevented damage to her body.
The last skill worked like the terminals at the bullhead ports for long-distance travel. They couldn't see through clothing but could detect hidden items. The half-dozen inventories full of potions and elixirs said she was expecting her to figure this out.
However, before she could stand up, a long sword was piercing her chest.
She met the eyes of the bull faunus.
A simple misdirection. Make her focus on La Place too much to notice her attack dog was already in the biting distance.
Her Lifesaving Brooch had prevented an instant death.
She smiled at him.
The mere act of doing so seemed to catch him completely off guard as well as those who were too slow to figure out what had happened.
Jobs typically had three categories of skills, setting aside things like active or passive; general skills that can be used regardless if a job is a person's main job, characteristic skills which can only be used if a job is a person's main job and ultimate skills which are the strongest skill that job has.
However, for certain Superior Jobs, such as Venom Princess, there is a fourth type of skill.
The Final Blow.
A Final Blow will almost certainly surpass the power of an equivalent ultimate skill. However, the trigger and acquisition conditions are incredibly stringent, and the costs associated with activation are enormous, and above all, using the skill itself is almost synonymous with the death of the user, making it the user's literal "final" trump card.
So, without breaking eye contact, Empress pointed a finger at La Place and activated her Final Blow; Destiny.
Rather than simple poison, it was a type of curse, one that mixes the users' vitality and magical power to permanently give the [Extreme Poison] debuff to both the target and the user. The application of [Extreme Poison] cannot be resisted by any type of resistance or skill and cannot be cured by any type of magic or skill.
She could resist its effects, but not the debuff being applied and no matter how powerful La Place's resistances were she would succumb to the poison eventually.
By the time Minos and the others had caught on, La Place had already been hit with the skill.
He snarled and twisted the sword inside of her with enough force to slam her through the table.
[Broken Neck]
[Broken left Shoulder]
[Broken Rib]
Broken Rib]
[Missing Heart]
So, he managed to deal enough damage to destroy her heart, did he?
The look on his shocked face when she released her ultimate skill Fatal Mist was so priceless, she took a picture.
He probably never suspected she had taken the Death Soldier job to use its only skill Last Command.
Now even without a heart, she could keep fighting for the next five minutes so long as her head was attached.
At least under normal circumstances.
The room was quickly filled with a mix of the ten most powerful and deadly poisons she had created. What made it a fitting ultimate skill was that it resolved any kind of chemical repulsion and instantly aerosolized the poison as a potent mist.
Normally, it would be limited to the poisons she had on her at the moment, but her new Scarlet Gauntlet, Drag-Blood meant she could carry an Olympic-sized swimming pool of poison around with her.
Growling, Minos, sword still piercing her, tossed her bodily through the air, causing her to slam through a wall.
For the first time she saw the situation Kilowatt and 4-Leaf were down on the ground while Doctor Green Egg was casting healing and resistance magic on himself. Reinhardt didn't seem phased and Minos' skin was already starting to turn purple as veins began to press against his skin.
"Roll the Clock Forward." She intoned as the purple splotches on Minos' skin began to spread rapidly, his body locking up as the paralytic effect of one of her poisons began taking hold.
Despite this, he still lunged at her as his numb hands released his Embryo. She did NOT let out any scream when he jumped her, trying desperately to strangle her as the two began the twist on the floor.
Like her Minos possess the Death Soldier job. In fact, he possessed its Superior Job counterpart from the Soldier Grouping; Death Emperor.
This meant a simple death by poison wouldn't stop him. But he could only die if he couldn't move.
She knew he equipped items that resisted restraint-based debuffs such as [Paralysis] and [Lethargy], but apparently, a poison that did both and was slow acting was perfect to get around his items.
After him lamely trying to strangle her, she pushed the paralyzed poisoned number two in the Kill Rankings off of her.
Unfortunately, this little triumph was short-lived as a giant mound of armor came rushing towards her, tackling her like a semi-truck and breaking most of her body.
Also, she was pretty sure, that the foot in the heel with the fang was hers…it just happened to be about ten metels back the way she came.
Rather than go for another Fatal Mist, she used her low-rank Poisonmancer skill, Poison Bullet, to fire several shots of her most corrosive poison at him.
Contrary to what some people believed, Embryos could be damaged or even destroyed under the right circumstances.
And poisons made by her were some of the deadliest the world had ever seen.
Having said that, "Roll Back the Clock."
This skill would be needed as she continued to fire at the charging giant.
Reinhardt was an END-focused player and while that made him harder to kill than the quick and physically strong Minos, it meant he was slow.
She managed to get several shots to the face of his helmet before he slammed into her again, the two of them crashing through the building behind her and what seemed like another two or three more.
If not for her stats, she would have been confetti by now.
But she smiled as she noticed a small hole in the man's face guard. Not big enough to fully fit her pinky through, but more than enough for her purposes.
"G-got-t y-ou." Empress croaked as Reinhardt realized he had gone too far and they were now in a populated area of the city.
If she was going down, she was going to take them all with her. "F-Fatal Mi-st!"
"NO!" the man screamed going to crush her gauntleted arm, but not before the hellish miasma that gave her the epithet Endless Miasma sprang forth.
There were hundreds, thousands, of tians in the bustling city on the dragon's back. Men, women, children, and everyone within thirty metels became bathed in poison mist.
Most tians were typically between level 50-150, for them death was all but guaranteed. Their skin turned purple as their veins burst forwards, eyes bleeding as they rasped in pain before their flesh fell from the bone.
Thank the brother gods she had chosen CGI for her viewing setting. No sane person would pick real life if they saw things like this.
"Ro-ll th-, the Clo-ock For-ward." And upon uttering her skill, the poison miasma surged faster, like a living tidal wave of death. She could see the EXP from the countless tians causing her level to increase and with it her HP and stats.
A familiar metal fist slammed her into a wall.
"How can you do this?!" Reinhardt roared, startling Empress. This was the first time she had ever heard him raise his voice. "They are people. Living breathing people. How can you harm them like this?!" he bellowed slamming a massive metal fist into her abdomen causing her to vomit blood.
Oh, that's it, she thought, he's a worlder. He thinks this game is real. What an idiot.
Whatever HP she had gained from leveling up was gone and Last Command had taken effect again.
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
Though, the way Reinhardt was punching her, he was trying to see if he could end it faster by crushing her.
Slamming her into buildings wasn't as effective anymore. She had used one of her most acidic poisons, the one she had shot at Reinhardt earlier, in this mist and even the buildings around her were melting like a wax candle under a magnifying glass on a sunny day.
He suddenly readjusted, taking her head between his massive metal gauntlets, and began crushing. Concentrated blasts like her bullets could wear down his armor, and while her mist could do the same, it would take more time.
Not that it mattered.
She had him.
Through her reddening vision, she leveled her hand at the opening in his helmet, "P-ois-son Bu-u-l-llet." She had to force herself to say as the shot of concentrated poison hit him square in his open mouth and down his gullet.
The left side of her head was crushed.
Why wasn't he dying? Her mind began to wander in fear. He had ingested a poison so acidic that even for superiors it would have been like a regular person ingesting battery acid.
But there was no response.
Her skill was using up most of her stock. Should she go for broke?
Her vision shifted as more of her skull was compressed.
Gritting her teeth she went for broke. Her Embryo had started as merely a way to speed up crafting by reducing the time it took, but upon evolving into a high-rank Embryo allowed her to exchange the stored crafting hours it saved to affect the progression of anything she had made or anything affected by what she had made. The more hours she fed to the skill, Roll the Clock Forward, the more seconds she could speed up the effects of her poison.
Normal poison did a fixed amount of damage, X, every Y seconds. If she spent ten hours of saved time, then her Embryo could make the damage a person received at Y equals 1 instead become Y equals 10. Though it was for only one second, in that second a player would have received ten times the amount of damage received.
And that was for basic damaging poison. [Extreme Poison], such as the kind afflicting Reinhardt, caused damage inflicted to increase over time.
Screw it, she was already on the Wanted List for this, might as well take the Adamantine Mountain with her.
She willed over 100 hours of saved crafting time to inflict exponentially more damage on the man before things went dark.
[Fatal Damage]
[Party Eliminated]
[Resurrection Period Expired]
[Death Penalty: 24 Hour Login Ban]
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"FUCK!" Weiss screamed, tossing her VR headgear onto the floor. Normally she composed herself better or rather had been trained to, but the situation had still greatly enraged her.
It wasn't until her scroll pinged with an email notification that she took a moment to marshal her faculties.
When she examined her email, she blinked. She read it again. And then reread it.
If the email was true, then her plans, though considerably altered, were not ruined.
Not yet at least.
Another email confirmed her acceptance to transfer to Beacon University under their Supply Management Business course.
Yes, she may have been knocked down and she may have lost the battle, but the war was still hers to win.
They say no plan survives the battle, but more often than not, most plans succeed or fail before the battle has ever begun.
Weiss is using ID to take out her frustrations and stress from her daily life under her father's rule. In this world, there aren't any huntsmen or huntresses so she doesn't have the stress relief or escape option under the guise of "a noble profession". So, she's going to transfer to a different college.
Heads up, despite being a "Part 1", this chapter's sequel won't be the next chapter. No, our little Venom Princess is going to take some time to blow off steam, regroup, and plan.
Perriwinkle = Perry from the White Fang. Yeah, I thought it would be funny if a member of the White Fang was part of Weiss' clan.
4-Leaf = Qrow Branwen. I could see Qrow playing ID for stress relief and possibly wanting to up his luck. I based his design loosely on his original mint-colored concept art.
Minos = Adam Taurus. I couldn't see Adam as a "Gamer" per se, but I could definitely see him using ID to stalk Blake. Naturally, he would hate ID for keeping "his" Blake way and result in an Apostle Embryo. Having his Embryo crossdress as Blake just seemed funny to me.
Doctor Green Egg = Bartholomew Oobleck. I envisioned Oobleck as the kind of gamer who goes full-on lore junkie. His name comes from that gag in Season 2 where he kept wanting people to call him "Doctor" Oobleck and since he himself is based on the German version of Green Eggs and Ham, I made him a green egg head.
Get it?
*Cough*
*Cough*
Reinhardt = Hazel Rainart. Yeah, the strong silent giant of RWBY is a strong silent Armor Giant with a bullshit Superior Job I spent hours combing the Japanese fansite for since the English Wiki didn't have it. Basically, the King of Flawless (going off of Google Translate here) is the counter of King of Destruction in that it completely negates any damage less than the user's END. I thought this would fit Hazel given how he literally endures stabbing himself with Dust crystals and channeling their power through his body.
Do you ever wonder if the guy ever worried about infections?
Kilowatt = Arthur Watts. Shocker, I know. I chose Dullahan for his Embryo due to his ability to hold a grudge. I mean he literally faked his own death and joined what is basically a dark lord just because his project wasn't chosen before causing one of the most brutal series of acts of death and destruction in Remnants history.
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