DISCLAIMER/WARNING: I don't think it is necessary but I will leave a warning anyways, there will some issues and topics portrayed in this story, and they do not represent my views or how I think, everything is done for entretainment purposes nothing more. And RWBY is property of WB since RT is pretty much defunct.
(Cover art done by Afarey_g, FF once more botched the whole thing you can find it on QQ as it is also posted there)
IMPORTANT NOTICE: This is actually important for those who don't know WC or the Waifu Catalog so don't skip it. And over simplification is that the company is an omniversal organization with the primary mission to supply clients with waifu and husbando from an infinite number of realities. From the weakest of beings to the most powerful entities known to man, all can be acquired from the company's catalog. This company recruits contractors and give them the catalog and a starting budget depending on their first world intensity that goes from T1-T10, from that point it is entirely up to the contractors how they approach their mission to capture waifus or husbandos and earn points. Be extremely evil or on a grey area, there are no good people no matter what other try to say or pull their mental gymnastics.
Anyways, the contractors create builds with their budget and then are throw into the slected world and this is the important part as there are:
Drop-in: Literary you, the contractor, is dropped into the world without nothing special or extra help but your build.
Extra: You reincarnate into a non-canon "normie" character from your starting world,
Posses: Self explanatory, you take full control and completely erase any trace of the old character.
Substitute: You reincarnate into a canon character from your starting world, whether that's a waifu or husbando, at a time when they're alive. You will be them, for all intents and purposes, with your original memories adding to theirs at some point before the start of your story, but not before the equivalent of 13 human years old. You can distinguish between the two sets of memories without difficulty. Essentially YOU become the choosen character and share emotional bonds, hobbies, experiences, fears etc. And what this story has as origin.
With that said, The build will be dropped at the end of this chapter so all those interested can check it out and if you are more interested in the Waifu Catalog thing just head over to their website to learn more, cannot post link but just writitng "Waifu Catalog" on google search it will give you the first option.
Thank you for reading and now onto the story...
Wait…
I was crossing the entrance, vividly remembering how I opened the door of my house and walked outside.
There should have been the almost empty two-way street and the park in front of my house, accompanied by the incessant barking of my neighbor's dog. But why was everything pitch black with no discernible start or end in sight?
Everything is pitch black. I see no start or end.
Just nothingness, except for the void of color.
And somehow, in this infinite darkness, I can somehow see.
Just what's going on?
Almost as if responding to my thoughts, a blinding light materializes uncomfortably close. Causing me to use my hands to protect myself as the intense radiance subsides. My attention is drawn to a humble medium-sized desk with a solitary blocky wooden chair. Yet, my focus quickly shifts to the enigmatic object on the other side.
Before me stands a colossal metallic block, its single red glowing eye fixed upon something on the computer screen.
My blood turns to ice and my heart pounds against my chest, as that piercing gaze lifts and locks with mine, instantly igniting an overwhelming urge to flee.
"I. SEE. YOU. FINALLY. ARRIVED." A thick cable emerges from the seemingly empty floor, elegantly maneuvering the chair, beckoning me to take a seat. "TAKE. A. SEAT. PLEASE."
I remain like a statue, staring at the scene, trying to swallow my unease and maintain composure. But despite my efforts, my palms start sweating and a tightening knot constricts my throat. After a long while, I mustered the courage to take that crucial first step, accepting the invitation extended by this weird robot.
I take a seat on the surprisingly comfortable chair, but soon a heavy wave of realization crashes over me like a cold shower early in the morning. "What the hell? Where am I? I was just leaving my home!"
The monotonous glowing eye fixates on me, stretching what feels like an eternity, before I hear the clicking sound of snapping pictures. Instinctively, I look away in annoyance, as it was uncalled for. However, to my surprise, a colossal screen emerges from the black floor where my eyes had fallen.
The image displayed bears a striking resemblance to YouTube, yet devoid of any recognizable branding. The video buffers, revealing my own home, with a particular focus on the entrance and the moment I stepped outside.
Suddenly, an intense explosion ruptures my chest, and I drop dead.
My mouth hangs open in sheer disbelief.
As if adding insult to injury, the lone robot starts clapping a pair of cable tentacles. "DEATH. BY. METEOR. .IN. EIGHT. HUNDRED. FORTY. MILLIONS." It then lowers the TV screen before another metallic tentacle begins prodding my chest, forcing my attention to a small piece of paper.
My hands tremble as I unfold the document, and I discover a fucking paper certificate.
It congratulates me for being the very first human in recorded history to die from a meteor impact.
"What the fuck?! No, seriously, what the fuck! That's bullshit!" My voice echoes with frustration as I shred the certificate into pieces, scattering them in all directions, and point an accusatory finger at the red glowing eye. "You are fucking with me!"
Yet it only snaps another picture of me in response.
"YOU. WERE. ALREADY. MARKED. FOR. DEATH. THIS. WAS. AN. UNFORTUNATE. ACCIDENT."
"What the fuck do you mean?" I yell back. It literally doesn't make any ounce of sense.
How could I even die by a meteor strike? What kind of sick joke is this?!
"TRUCK-KUN. WAS. TASKED. IN. BRINGING. YOU. HERE. AND. HE. IS. LESS. THAN. PLEASED." The replies only confuse me more, not helping my emotional wellbeing.
Out of nowhere, another TV screen materializes, presenting a different video feed. My heart freezes as I recognize the city on the screen—a city I had visited for tourism just a year ago. But that becomes secondary and the second I watch the horrifying sight unfolding before my eyes.
The towering city is engulfed in flames, with chaos reigning in every corner as skyscrapers collapse. And there, in the heart of downtown, stands a colossal robot that eerily resembles a Transformer with people running away. And its metallic fists have just reduced a man to nothing more than a gruesome mess.
Oh god, I just watched murder on Live TV…
'YOU GET ISEKAI'D! AND YOU! AND YOU GET ISEKAI'D!'
His triumphant roars echo through the ruined city with each successful kill, everyone fleeing in terror. He firmly plants his feet, sending cracks spider webbing across the sidewalk, and thrusts his big hands upward in a victorious gesture.
'EVERYONE IS GETTING ISEKAI'D!'
The metallic monster roars one last time before a blinding flash of light materializes above him, swallowing the entire body in a blinding light before rapidly expanding in every direction. It hurtles toward the camera in a blink of an eye, leaving the screen showing loud static. I blink a couple of times before the TV itself disappears into the depths of this abyss.
"WOULD. YOU. LIKE. TO. BET. ON. HIS. KILLCOUNT?"
"Bet?! You are telling me I'm dead, made me watch murder and now you ask me to take a damn gamble?!"
"I. TAKE. THAT. AS. A. NO." With the same monotone voice, he opens a drawer from his side and retrieves a long tablet, placing it in front of me. "PLEASE. CONFIRM. YOUR. TEMPLATE. TO. PROCEED."
I stare at the device for a moment and attempt to grab it, only to notice that my hand is trembling uncontrollably, making it difficult to grasp. I try with my other hand, but the result is the same. I lean back in my chair and take deep breaths, attempting to regain my composure.
I don't know how long it takes for me to gather my wits, as the robot remains silent, offering no comfort. Finally, I summon enough strength to pick up the tablet and read its contents, only to drop it in shock and stare in utter disbelief at the single red eye.
"Why am I being recruited by The Company? I have a decent life! I know it had some hiccups here and there, but I'm happy with it!"
"YOU. SIGNED. THE. CONTRACT. NO. RIGHT. TO. REFUSE. PLEASE. CONFIRM." the bastard replies with the same monotonous voice before abruptly disappearing into the abyss, leaving me all alone at the desk.
Time seems to lose its meaning as I sit there staring at the desk, feeling lost as the weight of the situation sinks in. My lips twitch before I throw my head back and laugh.
A loud hysterical laughter that echoes through the emptiness, only myself hearing the sick joke.
This shit was supposed to be only a silly website, a place to crack jokes, share absurd builds, and exchange stupid, edgy and fun ideas inside the forums. It was all for laughs, pure entertainment, never meant to cross a line and become a reality.
My reality.
I'll never see my family ever again.
Or my pets.
I quickly wipe away any tears that threaten to fall. Losing everything actually hurts way more than expected. But at least...
At the very least, I died, albeit in a ridiculous way. But I died, so everyone won't have to worry or cling to false hope about me. Hopefully, they will find the strength to move on.
It's not easy to accept this harsh reality, but I must force myself to do it. I take deep breaths, trying to regain my composure and exhale all the pent-up emotions.
Only then do I pick up the tablet once more and read the pre-chosen build given by The Company as is the only thing I can do.
I feel my heart skip a beat as I recognize this particular build. It was the very first one I ever created, purely for the sake of amusement, with a mix of humor and curiosity, trying out the various features of the Waifu-Catalog.
Adam Taurus from RWBY.
The wannabe Vergil.
Fuck no.
I waste no time and frantically try to swipe left as hard as I can, hoping to find an option to change the build. However, my efforts are in vain as I realize it's impossible to do so. Still, it doesn't deter me from keep trying until a message abruptly appears on the screen and blocks me.
'YOUR BUILD HAS BEEN FINISHED. NO CHANGES ALLOWED BESIDES EXTRA MODIFIERS.'
I dismiss the message in frustration, only for another window to pop up immediately, displaying a long list of what they call "modifiers."
As I quickly skim through the list, my heart sinks even further. The options presented are utterly dreadful. I curse myself for not making the build as overpowered as possible, disregarding any sense of balance or fairness within the chosen world. A power swap with a Tier 8 or even a minor god would have made everything a mere walk in the park. The starting budget and homebrew modifiers would have allowed me that much.
Yet here I am, locked out of that solution.
With an exasperated sigh, I begin to read through the list given to me, desperately hoping to find something remotely decent. However, I decide to skip the first few options, as they seem to be just as horrendous as I anticipated.
Vermintide: Hunter teams were created for a reason. Being alone in the wild is the quickest way to die out there. 35 credits
The End times (Can be stacked with the Challenge 'Time Bomb Situation'): Salem had enough of playing games with Ozma. Remnant will know why it's futile to fight eternal darkness. (60% increase of overall budget.)
Zealotry: Ozma trusted the wrong person, and the world knows the existence of Salem and her wrongful divinity. Cults inevitably formed around her and will actively aid her cause. (+10 credits)
Fading Aura: An unknown force is causing a gradual decay of Aura, weakening the abilities of the heroes and leaving them vulnerable to attacks. It is of utmost importance to find the source of this phenomenon and restore balance to the world. (+25 credits)
Darkened Skies: Hybrids are no longer an endgame crisis as crimes against nature itself have been committed to bring those abominations to light. (+5 credits)
Dust: A catastrophic event has occurred, causing a severe shortage of Dust in the world of Remnant. The scarcity of this vital resource has severely disrupted the balance of power. (+75 credits)
Enough.
Just enough.
Those options would only make the already fucked up world even more fucked up. Plus, they all give off strong Warhammer vibes...
Jesus Christ!
Thank GOD that they didn't pick that Warhammer 40k build I made some time ago. I would be crying my eyes out if that was the case. I never, EVER want to be in that fucking nightmare. Death is a mercy in that universe.
Either way, Remnant is a death world, plain and simple, and the modifiers that I already put in are more than enough to the fucked up nature of that world.
I scroll down and read the lower parts of the build once again to refresh my memory.
Cyberpunk
Grimm Compendium Expanded
Organized Bandits of Remnant
Monster Hunter
Apartheid
I lower the tablet onto the desk and forcefully facepalm myself, feeling a mix of anger and frustration building up inside me. I let out a groan of utter disappointment, directed at myself.
I really fucked over those poor bastards.
All because I wanted to maintain some semblance of balance and fill some plot holes.
As I reflect on the reasons behind adding those modifiers, particularly the last one, I begin to remember why I felt compelled to do so. It was my attempt to address the glaring plot holes left by the writers, particularly in the depiction of faunus and the issue of racism and discrimination they face. The way it was portrayed in the story was shallow and unsatisfying, with only occasional insults and racist comments thrown in by random characters, only to be conveniently forgotten in the next scene. It felt like a cheap plot device to give Blake a reason to fight and perpetuate the idea of an ongoing struggle and yada yada.
Or how despite Grimm existing thousands of years there were very few ancient Grimm roaming the land, hence 'Monster Hunter', to give my build a challenge. Same shit for organized bandits. Inspired by that stupid game breaking mod from Skyrim, only Raven murder club seemed to be the sole bandits in the whole world.
Or the lack of Grimm species because it would be harder to animate, or how an almost sci-fi kingdom barely shows that sci-fi level of tech and so on and on.
Plain bad writing.
And I'm getting into Rant mode.
Fuck…
I was trying to distract myself from the glaring issue, but now it hits me with full force. That I, in all my dumb glory, added the fucking apartheid to the world of Remmant. By doing so, I must have changed that world's history, making most of my lax knowledge potentially useless. And worst of all, I know history, OUR history, and the implications of such a system.
And I would be a faunus in such a world, a wanted terrorist to boot.
I can't help but facepalm once again.
I should have picked the dunce of Jaune D'arc, or fucking anyone else. Why didn't I pick that blonde idiot? Oh, right, because I wanted to be original.
What a shitty excuse. If my goal was truly originality, I could have gone with Mercury or Lie Ren, characters who hadn't been explored as extensively. But no, I had to complicate things for myself.
And even if I had chosen Adam, I should have opted for a Dragon heritage instead of trans-humanism. A mighty dragon with its immense power would have effortlessly crushed anything or anyone in its path.
And if this joke couldn't get any more absurd, I added missions; just one mission, to be exact.
"Faunus Superiority"
The irony is not lost on me, trying to combat supremacy with my own brand of supremacy.
I can't help but bury my face in my hands and let out a groan of frustration.
How fucking lovely
Trying to bring about a better world as an international terrorist—could I have set myself up for any more failure? The thought alone sends a throbbing pain to my temples, as if an impending aneurysm is ready to strike. The stress from all the bullshit is already taking its toll on me.
"FUCK ME! FUCK! FUCK!" I scream at the top of my lungs, releasing the pent-up emotions. The sheer intensity of the outburst leaves me panting, but it does help me release some of the mounting stress.
Taking a moment to gather myself, I grab the device provided by The Company and check the budget.
Six credits.
With only six credits remaining in my account, some might see it as a pitiful amount. However, within this system, five credits can still hold significant value. There are talents and perks available at that price point, and there's even the tempting option of purchasing a Tier 3 waifu. A highly intelligent and skilled companion who excels in any field. Their expertise could be a powerful asset for surviving in this fucked up world.
Alternatively, I could try my luck with the gacha system, where for just three credits, I could potentially obtain waifus ranging from Tier 1 to Tier 10. But considering my recent demise by a meteor, I'm well aware of the fine line between luck and curse that I walk.
I won't risk it this time. I'll save those six credits for future use, in case of emergencies or saving up for something even better.
With a heavy sigh of defeat, I proceed to scroll down and come face-to-face with the big green 'Confirm' button. At this point, there's nothing else I can do or change. I resign myself to my fate and willingly sign my soul over to The Company, pressing the button with troubled feelings.
As I place the tablet back on the desk, it vanishes into thin air, leaving no trace behind. For a moment, nothing happens, and I'm left sitting in silence, contemplating the weight of my choices.
Leaning back in my chair, I find myself staring at the imaginary ceiling, lost in thought. The exhaustion of the whole ordeal begins to wash over me, and my eyelids grow heavier with each passing moment. It seems that the effects of this transformation are finally starting to take hold.
Before succumbing to sleep, I mutter softly to myself, "Good luck to me..."
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the nonexistent roof explodes, fully waking me up. A figure resembling a transformer crashes through the debris, landing in a heroic stance. The visor of the invader lifts, revealing a determined expression with a glimmer of malice.
"I WON'T BE DENIED!" he declares with conviction.
The last thing I remember is the fist coming straight at my face without getting a chance to move.
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'We apologize for our associate's lack of professionalism. Truck-kun will be reprimanded according to our guidelines. You will receive a 50% discount coupon for your next purchase as compensation.'
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Waking up with a splitting headache wasn't exactly how I envisioned starting my new life. Much less being decked by a Transformer-like killer truck, thanks to good ol' Truck-kun. I guess you could say I got isekai'd in a sense, but it doesn't make it any less absurd.
Yet, my headache quickly takes a backseat as a violent coughing fit seizes me, leaving me gasping for air. I repeatedly hit my chest out of instinct and tried to remain calm, but that became difficult when I started vomiting a shocking amount of dirt and rocks.
When it finally stops, I rub my burning chest before I gather my strength and push myself off the ground, only to realize that my clothes are charred and riddled with gaping holes. Holes where my vital organs should be.
However, there's no time to inspect any further, as my eyes inevitably sweep across the world around me.
It's a scorched wasteland in the middle of a red forest, where twisted metal wreckage, crushed vehicles, broken robots and smoking craters fill the landscape. It feels as though I have awoken right in the heart of a war zone.
"What the hell happened here?"
AN: Waifu Catalog Full text build because images are impossible.
Starting World: RWBY
Starting budget 365
Intensity [6.25]
Me and My Girlfriend(s) (PvE) 0
Standard 0
Immunity 0
Legacy Difficulty 0
Orbs
White Eye Orb -75 [290]
Green Eye Orb -10 [280]
You as Adam Taurus (Substitute) of T5 -20 [260]
Discounted because of your archetype +20 [280]
Heritage
First Augmentation[Cybermorph] -80 [200]
Bindings
Company Stamp free [200]
Lures
Sticky Fingers -5 [195]
Alluring Whisper -20 [175]
Rides
Solar Surfer -20 [155]
Home Perks
Pocket Space -5 [150]
Pocket Apartment x2 -20 [130]
All Roads Lead to Home -10 [120]
Stay in touchᵈˡᶜ -5 [115]
Home Securityᵈˡᶜ free [115]
Sweet Home -20 [95]
Armoryᵈˡᶜ -10 [85]
Talents
Soul free [85]
Aesthetic free [85]
Covert -10 [75]
Everlasting -10 [65]
Science free [65]
Martial free [65]
Body Tune-Up free [65]
Athletic free [65]
Engineering -30 [35]
Wild -5 [30]
Defenses
Stress free [30]
Body -5 [25]
Wild -5 [20]
Addiction -10 [10]
Soul -25 [-15]
Mind -25 [-40]
Defenses discounted for retinue members +2 [-38]
Misc Perks
Universal Calibration -10 [-48]
Mapper -10 [-58]
Sexual Calibration -2 [-60]
Fertility Calibration I -2 [-62]
Specific credit modifiers +68 [6]:
Cyberpunk [+8]
Grimm Compendium Expanded [+10]
Organized Bandits of Remnant [+15]
Monster Hunter [+25]
Apartheid [+10]
Mission Rewards 0 [6]:
Faunus Superiority in RWBY