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BEGIN

You slept in a bed and had a comfortable night's sleep. HP, SP, & AP have been restored by 100%. Your Ailments & Status Inflictions have been cured.

Jaune woke up in an unfamiliar, but very comfortable bed. Plush pillows, like clouds lulled at his consciousness, seductively calling the boy to rest his eyes and return to a sleeping state as his rabbit ears flopped in protest.

He was still in Disguise, Jaune noted, relieved that he wouldn't have to explain why he suddenly became a blond human out of nowhere and refreshed his Disguise with a thought.

The ceiling was white and and the air smelled of sterilizing chemicals. There was a slight heaviness on his right wrist, as if something was constricting him. But it was soft and warm, nothing like what a handcuff should be, so it couldn't be that, the boy decided.

He certainly didn't know of how in the future he would become very well acquainted with soft, warm handcuffs.

He turned his head to see Winter sleeping at his bedside, silky silvery white hair fanned out like a decadent veil over the clean linens, making them seem dull in comparison.

But it didn't catch his attention for too long as he was hit with an influx of alerts.

ALERT!

Your Auxiliary Pet's loyalty was low enough that it gained the ability to leave you.

Puck Navimere has left the Party.

Puck Navimere is no longer bound by The Gamer's Domain Restrictions.

You have restored the connection between A0 and Gaia! As such the Skill: A Silver Spark will now activate naturally as it sees fit, outside of personal usage!

Advice has been received through the Skill: A Silver Spark!

A0's Wise Warning: Puck Navimere, although not inherently dangerous, is known for how lightly he treats the lives of humans. You might wish to consider keeping an ear out for him.

Gaia's Recommendation: For personal safety and sanity, after Domain encompasses Level 40+ it may be best to either Destroy or Seal Puck away. After all, while Puck isn't inherently malicious, but it has no real moral boundaries and may cause a slew of problems.

You no longer have a Pet! It is recommended that The Gamer gains a new Pet!

A new Quest has been granted!

Quest: Life is a Pet Store!

Details: There are many ways to gain a Pet, so go out to the wide, open world and find, tame, summon, or build your own Pet! Pets have their own status and can assist you in battle in various ways.

Reward: Rare Rank Pet Armor Set Box. 1-Use Pet Tier Ascension Ticket. Random Rank Pet Weapon Box.

Failure: None.

Accept? Y/N

Jaune grinned as he hit Y with his free arm.

Giving up that asshole Puck for a bunch of great Pet equipment and a new Pet?

He grinned with radiant glee, drooling as he thought up of much cooler and majestic Pets that would become his to command.

But System Messages still kept popping up, interrupting his fantasies.

Completed Quest: To Preserve a Snow Angel!

+8000 EXP

You have leveled up!

EXP Bonus has applied!

+8000 EXP

You have gained a new Crafting Item: Hilt of Durandal!

Crafting Item/Weapon Upgrade (Mythos)

Name: Hilt of Durandal

Description: One of the three pieces of a legendary weapon called Durandal, once wielded by a powerful Saint chosen by a King. The complete blade is titled as the Peerless Sword which could cut through anything and housed three different miracles within. The hilt, although currently weak, still retains one of the three miracles: The Miracle of Faithful Fortitude.

Through a Lost Phantasm, you have gained a new Quest!

Quest has been automatically accepted.

Quest: Restoration of the Noble (1)

Description: You are currently missing the Pommel of Durandal which houses the Miracle of Undying Light and the Blade of Durandal which houses the Miracle of Divine Might. As such, it is not possible to yet recreate the legendary Durandal! Complete the weapon to restore it's true might!

NOTE: All Miracles will only work Passively until the weapon is restored to it's Origin State. You may use the fragments of Durandal as Weapon Upgrades until you have restored Durandal.

Rewards: [?] Rank Shield Skill. Transcendent Weapon Transformation Unit.

From both Quest Rewards and your actions, your Affection Ratings have been updated!

Note: These Affection levels are affected by Disguises/Aliases.

+Affection [Winter Schnee] - Current State: Friendly, Concern, Minor Curiosity (Subconscious Lesser Hero Worship)

+Affection [Weiss Schnee] - Current State: Curious, Guarded, Thankful.

+Affection [James Ironwood] - Current State: Respect, Inquisitive, Contemplative, Annoyance Direction: Qrow Branwen

Jaune blinked.

Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, but he could have sworn that the names James Ironwood sounded plenty familiar…

The thought was put to the side as the System Alerts continued.

Factions have formed opinions of you!

However, these opinions were formed under an Alias! These opinions will not affect you without donning said Disguise: White Rabbit of Ontario.

[Atlas Citizens: Court of Nobles] - Mixed: Distrust and Praise

[Atlas Citizens: Humans] - Praised (Minor Distrust from all Puritanic Humans)

[Atlas Citizens: Hunter Clans] - Respected and Accepted.

[Atlas Citizens: Faunus] - Savior (Moderately Disliked by White Fang Members.)

[Atlas Citizens: Public News] - Hyping you Up! Current Article: Suneater? Legendary Military General Ironwood Gives his Insight on the Rabbit Hero of the Shattered Moon.

[Atlas Militants: Army] - Mixed: Praise, but Distrustful of Faunus Heritage

[Atlas Militants: High Command] - Dislike due to Unlawful Vigilantism. Dislike due to lack of Data Obtained from only recorded Goliath attack.

[Atlas Militants: Police] - Grudging Acceptance. Minor Praise. Minor Concern over Faunus Heritage

[Financial Dynasty: Schnee] - Lesser Acceptance. Maternally trusts in your judgement. Paternally deciding on how best to use you for financial/political gain.

[Financial Entities: Atlas] - Grateful for Minimizing Damage

[Hunter Force: Atlas] - Praise. Concern about Power without Maturity.

[International Council of Kings] - Amused. Curious.

[Terrorist Society: White Fang] - Greater Hatred. Sense of Betrayal. (Small Pockets of White Fang have come to doubt the White Fang's recent extremist changes due to your actions as The White Rabbit of Ontario)

[?: Inner Circle] - Analyzing. Proud of your recent actions. Do not like the massive publicity that you have gained. Opinion is unbiased of Disguise and remains even in your base state.

[?: Outer Circle] - Mixed: Distrust and Praise.

"...That is a lot of exposition at once…" Jaune deadpanned. "But I guess there's no real way that can be meted out gradually, eh, Gaia?"

He sighed as he sank further into his sheets and pillows.

"At least I've got some new Quests…"

He grinned.

"And they're cool as hell~" he giggled softly. "I wonder if I can get a good sword to slap the Hilt of Durandal onto… I do recall an old longsword in the attic. Was the sword of my old man's old man… Looked solid, so it might do."

Jaune raised his free hand and stared at it, recalling the endless vibrations that had shaken him to his core. His Spear of Athens had vibrated as if it wanted to leap free of his grasp, but at the same time it had not budged at all. Shaking without shaking. Singing without singing.

Shining with all the brilliance of a thousand moons, but dyed a pitch black.

Unnatural.

Impossible.

Yet it undeniably had been.

"...the system called it… a Concept… of True Destruction…"

It was invigorating, as if he could master an abyss of endless power.

Filled to the brim with all the energy of the universe, but emptier than paper bag fluttering in the wind.

It was an overwhelming, yet twisted power.

"It doesn't suit me at all." Jaune decided there and then, "I'll use it if I must, but that's not it… That's not the kind of Hero I wish for at all."

It was the pinnacle of power that should belong to a Hero of Justice who didn't care about the means in which a person was saved. Just arbitrary destroying anything and everything in his path that he did not decide was 'Justice'. A Hero of Self-Importance. A Hero filled with nothing more than a disgusting self-sustaining decadence.

While Jaune was surprisingly mature enough to acknowledge the REASON he desired to be a Hero was because of his own selfish desires, he had hallucinated in that black void that had been the head of his spear, a trace, a glimpse of the shape of a gold and red hero who only cared for himself and his twisted demands upon the world.

That wasn't the kind of Hero that he was looking for.

"Even though I don't really understand what kind of Hero I wish to be… it certainly isn't that.." Jaune was firm in his convictions. "I'm sure that I'll find it though. My definition of a hero… but first..."

Jaune turned to the quietly slumbering vision of beauty at his side, a small, happy blush on his face.

"I gotta wait for the kiss that the system promised me, right? Although knowing my luck it'll just be on the forehead or something, ha ha."

Her eyes opened slowly, vision ablur.

She groaned lightly as she felt her back protest her recent poor postured attempt at sleeping.

Light blue, like clear, crisp flakes of ice groggily met a gleaming garnet.

In surprise she jerked up, her forehead painfully crashing into the owner of the garnet red eyes, but froze as the force of the two foreheads bashing together jerked the poor, injured heads back, chins jutting forward before both heads subconsciously readjusted themselves by their necks stretching forwards.

Her eyes stared again into radiant red as her lips made contact with incomparably supple flesh.

"Mmmph?" Bell Cranel, no, Jaune Arc, the boy who had rescued her turned just as red as his perfectly round and wide eyes as said eyes began to spin.

His dazed look of pleasure and confusion, as well as a small hint of fear made something that Winter had shoved back into her subconscious scream in delight in her barely awake, mentally haggard state.

Something snapped inside of Winter Schnee as felt her ears burn with the fury of a million suns as her heartbeat roared like a lioness in conquest as she (in a moment of panic-fueled irrationality and frustration) entered a full-on 'fuck-it' mode as she pushed the boy down by the shoulders and pressing her soft body onto his began sadistically tongue-raping the inside of his mouth.

Her half-asleep state gleefully shuddered at his confused moans and twitches of pleasure, the inner sadist she had buried inside of her suddenly roaring to life as it demanded the pleasurable torture of the little rabbit Faunus that had endeared himself to her.

Her hands roamed his lightly muscled torso. She could feel the lean muscles tense and tremble under the young, soft skin.

He was hers.

Her hands ruffled his soft hair before grasping onto velvety rabbit ears, twisting, pinching, and pulling violently, relishing in her dominance. Tempering pleasure with pain.

Hers. Hers! Hers!

It was as if every Schnee instinct suddenly demanded the absolute conquest and control of anything that she deemed to be hers, like her ancestors before her.

She felt a burning in her core that screamed at her to dye that little Faunus boy in her colors.

If she was in a right enough state of mind (not that she was, as she gripped the young boy's tongue with her lips, sucking forcefully, shuddering as drool escaped Jaune's lips messily, the look of shameful and confused ecstasy only spurring her on further) she might have noticed the bluish glow of the following words reflected in a mirrored state in those desperate and confused garnet eyes:

Perk: Lady Luck's Lewd Laughter has triggered an Event!

Rolling for result of Event.

Natural 20! Critical Roll! 2% of the LCK Stat adds to the roll Enhancing the roll by +3(2.86) Enhanced Natural Perfect Critical has been enhanced by Perk: Silver Tongued(+20%)!

ULTRA CRITICAL SUCCESS!

Your Critical Roll to the Charisma/ATR Event has raised the Reward Parameters!

Quest Reward: [A Kiss] has undergone an Event Mutation.

Quest Reward: [Black-Frost Angel's Torturous Kiss] has been awarded to The Gamer!

Affection levels of [Winter Schnee] has updated due to remodified Quest Reward!

+Affection [Winter Schnee] - Current State: Secret Lover. Dominant, Private Sadistic Obsession, Hidden Possessiveness(Subconscious Hero Worship)[Enhanced in a Faunus-Type Disguise]

Greater Survival Instinct has been triggered by Disguise: White Rabbit of Ontario

Fight Response has been shut down by user.

Flight Response has activated!

There is no escape!

You have Submitted due to Greater Survival Instinct.

Through your actions you have created a new Skill: Kissing!

Kissing - Lv 1/10 (0%) - Kissing is one of the three Skills of Sensuality (Massage only counts as a Pseudo Sensuality Skill). Every level of this skill makes you a better kisser, ranging from 1 (Virgin Meringue) to 10 (King Casanova). Higher Libido both raises the rate at which you gain Skill Experience for Sensuality Skills and the Effects of Sensuality Skills.

Kissing has leveled up!

Kissing has leveled up!

Jaune gasped for breath, mind still hazy as his face burned in a mixture of shame and pleasure, red sloppy mess of Winter's making. It was layered in a clear sheen as snot, tears, sweat, and saliva having had blended into a coat of wetness all over his face.

He didn't even care that he got a new Skill for once, as the feeling of 'WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!' was running far more prominently through his head.

Also, while Gamer's Body changed his biology and physiology, he still DEFINITELY needed oxygen.

"Wh-wh-what? Why?" His ears twitched erratically, fighting limply against gravity as Winter's soft hands pulled away from his rabbit ears, causing ticklish sensations as they trickled down from his head.

He whimpered almost pitifully as fingertips and fingernails trailed down his neck, across his torso, before stopping as hands firmly grasped his thighs.

Winter just kept smiling at him, eyes with a dark sparkle glowing in the back, drawing his eyes as she licked her lips slowly, pink tongue running over puffy red lips that curled into a smirk.

Deliberately…

Purposefully...

Sensuously…

He gulped, half in fear, half in anticipation of the unknown.

Then there was a knock at the door.

He dove into the sheets, mortified at the situation that he found himself in as Winter immediately pulled away at the same time. Pulling out a compact mirror, Winter quickly began touching up her light makeup with practiced speed.

By the time the door opened, Jaune was a trembling ball swaddled in sheets, rubbing the gunk off his face as Winter had on a bright, but very fake smile as she snapped her mirror shut. A small sense of feminine fury lingered around her like a light cloak.

"Uh, bad time?" Taiyang asked, oblivious of the very immoral actions that were committed in the room just seconds prior thanks to some VERY solid soundproofing.

"Ah, it's nothing." Winter smiled back, "Just had to… teach Bell how mad I was at him for running off and fighting a Goliath on his own."

"THAT'S WHAT THAT WAS ABOUT?!" Jaune screamed back, "WH-"

He cut himself off as Winter gave him a look, almost biting off his tongue as his jaw locked instinctively. The pitch black sparkling was present again in the depths of her eyes, making the boy freeze in both fear and a burning feeling in his belly.

"...Uh… Weeeeeeeeell… I guess I don't need to read him the riot act then?" The blond pugilist chuckled nervously, completely unsure of what that black sparkling was, but feeling a chill run down his back regardless.

"Oh, yes. And I must inform you that I'm not quite done. And obviously will visit upon this in the nearby future." Winter smiled fakely, eyes closing as they formed happy crescents.

Both blonds shuddered for different reasons.

"However, while you were unconscious, Mr. Xiao-Long and Mr. Branwen were kind enough to explain a few things about you, Bell… or should I call you Jaune?..."

"J-Jaune is fine, but not when I'm in this form. It'd kind of be bad if people found out that Jaune and Bell were the same person… or rather, my moms and sisters would murder me, so PLEASE be careful." Jaune begged.

Winter giggled softly, an elegant finger stretching out and pressing gently against her lips.

"It'll be our. Little. Se-cret." Winter promised, although Jaune had a nagging feeling that she was also referring to her earlier assault of his mouth, making him redden again like a ripe apple.

"Well," Qrow appeared seemingly out of nowhere as he slung his arm around his brother-in-law, "Your family thinks you spent the night at our place. You were out like a light for half a day, kiddo, didn't have much of a choice. Told 'em that you fell asleep in the middle of a movie after 'yesterday's dinner' and they told us that they just want you back by dinner today, or they'll have my nuts on a-"

"Oh dear." Winter interrupted, "Actually, I was hoping that Jaune could join me for dinner, actually, and to introduce him to my family. Heavens knows it would help a lot for lowering our tensions with the Faunus, and good for Atlas as a whole if the Hero of Faunus and the Schnee were seen as friendly… It'd have to be a public restaurant that's not TOO high class, but not so low that the meal isn't ruined by reporters. After all, I think that the last thing any of us want is the White Fang gaining any sympathizers right now, and regardless of how we feel about it, Jaune is the only one with enough sway amongst Faunus aside from the Fang. I also believe that General Ironwood sent us a message requesting a meeting with a certain Bell Cranel as well."

Qrow barked out a short burst of laughter before he took a swig of his booze flagon.

"Well, that'll have to wait. Jaune going home is kind of non-negotiable. Believe me, you don't wanna know what it even took for him to get out of the house. His family's protective as all hell."

"Do you know how hard it was to convince MY father to have the company perform humanitarian aid to Faunus RIGHT after they attempted to kidnap me after DRUGGING me?" Winter narrowed her eyes at the drunkard, "I think exceptions can be made."

Jaune coughed, disrupting the glaring that was going on between the two.

"I'd really love to help you, Frost Angel, but the drunkard's right about the fact that if I don't get home in time for dinner, I'll probably get grounded forever… Erm… imagine that you're the youngest sibling, the only boy in the family, and the splitting image of your father that passed away... and your four moms and seven sisters are kind of using you as a bit of an emotional crutch…"

Winter noted that she had been upgraded to Frost Angel, which was surprisingly much more appealing than before when she had been called Snow Angel. Frost made her seem… harder. More severe and powerful.

It was a good change, she decided.

But Winter blinked at one thing.

"Wait. Four moms? Would that be ex-es or-"

"They were all wives. At the same time." Jaune piped up promptly, cutting her off.

"And… they knew about it?"

Winter didn't understand how that could be possible. To have the affection of someone important enough to you to become spouses, but then live with the fact that the affection of your spouse would have to be shared with other women?

And LIVING with those women?

A dark emotion flashed in her heart.

She was sure that she'd never put up with something like that.

She would do something. Probably something subtle, but drastic.

Not that it would ever be an issue for her, of course. A Schnee would never debase herself to such a position.

"Uh… I think they all beat up the old man about it when it happened, but for some reason they swung around to it. I donno how at all, but…"

Winter looked very confused at the thought.

"How on Remnant did that work?"

Taiyang chuckled, looking all reminiscent.

"Hey, Hunter Clans can get real weird. I mean, Qrow isn't my brother-in-law because I married Raven, but because I married Summer who also married Raven at the same time. Laws are pretty lenient on Hunters as far as marriage goes, since passing down genes is just as important as protecting the people. As long as it's not incest. Incest is only wincest in hentai."

"What's hentai?" Jaune asked, genuinely curious, as he had never heard the word before.

Winter turned to the older blond, all light leaving her eyes as she glared coldly at the now sweating Taiyang. It was as if ice had gained sentience and had decided to WILL the world to freeze him to death as the room temperature physically dropped by a whole degree Celsius.

Qrow let go of his brother as he slowly stepped to the side, trying to not draw attention to himself with sudden movements as to not draw the young Schnee's ire.

"Be VERY careful." he advised uselessly.

"Fuck you Qrow." Taiyang spat venomously, a vein bulging in his forehead. "And you'll probably learn on your own in a few years or so on the CCTS anyways, so you don't need to-HEY!"

Jaune had whipped out his Scroll and was in the midst of typing up the definition of hentai in a search engine when Taiyang burst out in alarm. But before the pugilist could act, a white, slender hand slapped the Scroll out of Jaune's hands making Jaune yelp in alarm, looking up to see a terrifying, smiling Winter Schnee.

"No."

"But I was just-"

"Ì͞ ̼̬̗͖ͩͤ̑ͮ͋̔̚S͆͑̔͏̱̟̙̘A͈ͩͮͫ̈́̚Ỉ̲̣̳̠̤̱̝ͬ̓̓ͭD̫̮̪̽̊̆̕ ̵̺͍̳̤ͪ̾͑̂̚N̢̘̣̘̜̫̩̬̽̌O,̴̐ ̫̩͖͔̱͙͈͑J̰ͩ̍ͤ͌ͭ̚A̵͍̞͓̮͇̻̭͑̽ͤ̏Û͔̟̟̺̥̯̔N̓̌ͯ̀͐ͬ͂҉͚Ȅ̲̳̗̹͈ͤ́̓͑ͧ̒.̵͔̹̣ͤ.̵͔̹̣ͤ.̳̻̥̲"

"I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!"

Winter pat Jaune between his rabbit ears with a gentle smile that didn't meet her eyes at all, making him flinch as she grabbed a handful of his hair, nails digging and scraping against his scalp as she kept smiling, making Jaune's ears flop down in fear.

"Good boy." Winter praised, letting go of his hair as she pat his cheek gently.

Stick and Carrot.

Jaune's ears now shot up like growing bamboo, twitching furiously as he melted absent-mindedly in her hand.

"Eh-heh-heh~"

Qrow whistled as grinned.

"Well, your daughters are gonna be damn heartbroken, eh, Taiyang?"

"THERE AIN'T ANYTHING FOR THEM TO BE HEARTBROKEN FOR!"

While they had not told Winter about Jaune being a Mythic Inheritor of Gaia's The Gamer ability, she had been informed that more so than any young Hunter-in-training boy, Jaune was a very special child and had many odd abilities that Aura and Semblances couldn't explain.

Winter had seen that as an adorable white haired rabbit Faunus boy turned into an equally cute blond human child with eyes like a beautiful, clear sky. She saw Jaune calmly walk up walls, ignoring gravity without running at high velocity. He even ignited his hands with flame as he shadowboxed against an invisible foe WITHOUT THE USE OF DUST.

Which should have been impossible, especially since she, a child of the Schnee DUST Company couldn't feel the usage of Dust, which to a properly trained Hunteress (or Huntress-in-training like her) should have been more than easy to feel as they were forces as different as heaven and earth.

Also she knew that with Jaune's crush on her and his honest personality that he would never lie to her when he claimed that he could teleport between Kingdoms by locking onto something called Markers.

So it was decided that for today, Jaune would put his Disguise as Bell Cranel back on and go out with Winter and assist in relief efforts until he would have to go back home. Then he would come back the next day for a public outing with the Schnee family to help dull the animosity between Faunus and the Schnee Dust Company. Although it wouldn't be an instant process, it would show other Faunus that the SDC was certainly capable of acknowledging and getting along with the Faunus and was willing to adapt to the current tensions.

Qrow had brought up that all of that would be pointless if the SDC's treatment of their Faunus employees wouldn't change despite all these political maneuvering. He especially didn't like the fact that they were using Jaune as a political tool and had warned the eldest Schnee child not to take things too far.

Winter had been quite furious at his accusation, responding that Jaune was the one that saved her life, and that if he didn't wish to help her, she'd back off and wouldn't pressure him into anything. That she'd never use him as a political tool, and that she had too much pride to use her saviour like an object and was no ungrateful wench.

Jaune had wanted to vouch for Winter, but was immediately shut down by Taiyang who reminded him that he had known her for less than a day, and it wasn't as if he could logically argue back after that.

Winter didn't hold that against Jaune at all, much to the boy's relief, and stated that she intended to go as far as to blackmail her own father to giving Faunus better treatment if he refused to budge on the issue. If push came to shove, she swore that she would get results even if it soured her relationship with her father, getting a surprised expression of grudging respect for the young girl from Qrow.

Winter had felt the ramifications of the SDC's treatment of Faunus with her own body, after all.

She was going to give the White Fang EXACTLY what they wanted. Better rights and better treatment of Faunus. She was going to win over the Faunus and have the White Fang lose their support from their fellow Faunus, one by one, until they shattered and broke apart from the inside out.

And once she was done, neither Human nor Faunus would be able to deny that the White Fang were anything more than disgusting terrorists.

As her grandfather always said: "One does not simply mess with a Schnee."

Her plan to destroy the White Fang through a sociopolitical manner, coupled with a confident smile tinted by her recently awakened sadistic instincts was more than enough to strike fear into all three residents of Patch.

The whole week would surely become one high-paced mess for Jaune.

After hours of helping sort through rubble, helping distribute food and blankets to those who had lost their homes in the Goliath attack, and for some reason that Jaune couldn't understand, kissing babies.

He supposed it was an Atlas thing?

Heros never did that in his video game… although he also did suppose that perhaps he should look into some story books of heros. Maybe there was a reason for it.

It was difficult getting away from the endless flashing cameras and persistent questions so that Jaune could teleport home with Qrow and Taiyang. Even so, there was enough time forgetting a small, affectionate cheek-pinching from Winter before Jaune warped back.

"Your punishment isn't over yet, Bell…" Winter whispered as Jaune and his teachers disappeared in a flash of light.

Jaune shivered, having heard Winter's last words somehow even though his two mentors hadn't thanks to his rabbit ears.

He quickly turned off his Disguise as he began using Dash to return home alongside his teachers.

He felt sluggish, as if he was walking through mud, still too used to the incredible AGI modifiers granted by White Rabbit of Ontario.

Even in his Faunus alias he wasn't nearly as powerful as he wanted to be. He had been blindingly fast, but wasn't strong enough to fight the Goliath without cheating by using Argonaut.

Nor could he reach any incredible peak-Hunter ability in anything without something ridiculous like tripled AGI that reached 500+ boosted by Dash which had ITS effects boosted by triple on TOP of the already tripled AGI.

He still had so much to grow into, and didn't even know what kind of Hunter he wanted to specialize in.

He knew he personally had the strongest aptitudes for STR and VIT, the latter inching out a bit more than the former, but wasn't sure if being a muscle-headed tank or juggernaut was really the best idea.

But did it HAVE to be super optimal, or super logical?

By all rights, he didn't have a super optimal or super logical goal to begin with.

What he wanted was an unreasonable, fable-like dream of being a Hero, wasn't it?

Couldn't he become the greatest Shield by using The Gamer?

He opened his Inventory Screen in front of his eyes as he kept pace the best he could with Taiyang and Qrow and looked at his Spear of Athens again.

Spear of Athens (Epic Rarity)

+100 Damage w/ an additional +(STR/5) [No Limit] and an additional +(DEX/3) [No Limit]

+10 WIS

+10 INT

+15 DEX

+5 STR

+10 ATR

Celestial Bronze Craftwork - Deals triple AP Damage. Double HP Damage vs Non-Mortal Enemies.

A powerful spear of solid Celestial Bronze from tip to butt, this spear was created by the original Grecian Eidos Entity A0 known as Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and War. The spearhead is connected to the shaft by a decorative owl wrapped in laurels, both of which are plated with Imperial Gold which has the same power and effects as Celestial Bronze. This spear cannot be destroyed, and is enchanted with a Skill that can be learned permanently through it's mastery. Skill: [Anchor Howl]

Anchor Howl (Weapon Skill)- Lv 1/10 (0%) - Large vocal based Taunt. Can be stacked with other Vocal Skills. All foes who hear this shout are forcibly brought to attention against the user. Should they attempt to target any other target, an Eidos road is connected between the User and the Foe, allowing the User to be launched at the back of his foe and dealing greatly increased damage (4x Damage).

When it came to skill descriptions, every word absolutely critical.

Stacked with other Vocal Skills…

Anchor Howl + King's Roar which would Inflict Degradation (Minor Meekness) upon targets, making them deal -10% in damage towards user. Degradation of a bonus -5% per level… allowing him to tank blows better the stronger King's Roar became...

If anybody affected by Anchor Howl's effects tried to strike anyone but him, it stated that the user of the Skill would be launched at the BACK of the foe for quadruple damage.

Anchor Howl + King's Roar + Backstab + Drill Strike + Wither... all of those Skills could even be amplified by enhancing them with Perks like BURNING FIGHTER FIGHTER!, or sacrificing INT for for a boost to both STR and VIT through *Insert Autistic Screeching Here*...

Didn't he have a hell of a combo right there? Even if the last Perk there sounded somewhat suspicious, as Jaune didn't know what 'Autistic' meant.

Why hadn't he considered chaining Skills and Perks together like this before?

Was his INT or WIS just too low before?...

Or was he just still too much of a child to think everything perfectly through?...

Either way Jaune didn't like where his current thoughts were leading him as he shook his head to rid himself of his depressing thoughts.

It was ok, he was still young.

He had time to grow, and had probably one of the best tools for growth in The Gamer.

He just had to believe in that. And himself.

Dinner was the same as usual in the Arc Clan as Jaune helped feed Aurora while sitting in her lap, being used as a hugging pillow as she chewed sleepily, her head bobbing up and down on top of his as she ate.

Jaune had to perform a bit of quick thinking as he explained what kind of movie he was forced to watch the previous night (as that was the excuse Summer had given her fellow mothers through Qrow and Taiyang) which he claimed was a documentary about Grimm that was particularly dry. And that he had been very full from dinner at the Rose-Xiao Long household, thus his falling asleep.

Lavender, who was the mom at home that day, gave him a look that stated that she didn't feel like he was telling the complete truth, but didn't say much about it.

What she did bring up, was the fact that Jaune didn't have Puck buzzing around him anymore.

He had done his best to explain that the fae had just gone off in his own direction.

Of course he had not brought up his usage of Puck for a desperate triple jump being the likely key factor in the ancient fairy boy leaving, preferring to say that the fairy boy had told him that he had spent enough time away from home and that it was time to head back.

Or some other such bullshit.

His sisters and mothers certainly didn't like it, but it wasn't as if they had much choice in the matter, although Kobini insisted on going searching for the fairies to say goodbye one last time.

But considering that it was Sunday and that tomorrow would be a school day, she was refused the opportunity.

But the next day, while the sisters of the Arc family had to head for school, Jaune had to meet up with Taiyang and Summer and teleported over to Atlas.

The current Argent Huntress thanked Jaune with a small hug, as his connection to Gaia had been like restarting her connection to Gaia with a pair of jumper cables as all fragments of A0 (aka Athena) across all of Remnant became strengthened by accepting A0's blessings.

Although Jaune would have to go through a lot of training with his Symbol of Demether before he would be able to properly heal Summer, she had a LOT of her lifespan restored and had shocked her doctors as her cancer had seemingly disappeared overnight, although she still suffered from a bit of anemia here and there.

Jaune added Taiyang and Summer to the Party before teleporting to the outskirts of Atlas in a muted flash of gentle light.

Although it was indeed on the outskirts of Atlas, it was still within the main city walls, as there was plenty of space between the walls and the city itself.

Qrow had left the Marker in the South side of Atlas, which was known for being it's main agricultural area, so the group had appeared in a secluded bunch of trees not too far from a cattle ranch.

Jaune quickly used his Disguise to become Bell Cranel and immediately regret his decision as his suddenly enhanced senses took a deep whiff of methane and manure.

Still, he had already put on his Disguise, it would be a bother to take it off and find a secluded place to put it back on, and such, so holding his nose closed with both hands and breathing through his mouth, he head into the capital city of Atlas with his teachers.

It wasn't long before he started drawing a lot of attention.

Although he wasn't aware, as he hadn't bothered to search up his Alias on the CCTS, the name Bell Cranel had become an overnight sensation.

And how could he not with the show that he had unknowingly put on?

Although the news chopper had certainly been too far to hear his silly self-introduction, it wasn't as if the locals under attack by the Goliath weren't carrying Scrolls on their persons. And plenty of them had been recording the incident with shaky hands even before Jaune (as Bell) had arrived on the scene.

With multiple camera angles showing the minute little Faunus boy fight to defend the Capital City of the Kingdom known most for its racist policies against the Faunus was unbelievable to most. But the way that the boy had appeared seemed more as if it had been ripped straight out of a comic book.

Blurring out of the air in a small sonic boom not unlike veteran speed focused Hunters, striking the Goliath with enough force that he drove his spear halfway into his eye and causing the Grimm to lose balance, almost falling over, had been awe-inspiring enough.

But then, after that childish, but earnest self-introduction towards his enemy, showing his respect as a Hunter and warrior to a Grimm who wasn't even able to understand him, the little rabbit Faunus known as Bell Cranel had shocked all who could see him.

It must have been a Semblance. Nothing else could make sense.

How could it be anything else?

A light so bright that the spearhead that was giving off said light became pitch black. As if the frequency of the light's wave particles had become unobservable to the naked eye. A light so bright that when they looked at it, it seemed to supercede all of the senses of the body as no sound could be heard. A closer look at the video files would also reveal that all sound had seemingly flatlined into nothing at that moment. When that black light streaked through white darkness, it struck the Goliath.

The Grimm had attempted to block the blow with its trunk, but it seemed to burst apart as it made contact with the spear.

Like confetti.

One of the strongest Grimm on the planet (although young) could do nothing to fight back.

The little spearman flew through the Grimm like a streaking black comet, the giant Grimm disintegrating into nothingness in a single instant.

It was indeed small for it's breed, but Goliaths were still both the most feared and most mysterious of all Grimm.

And a ten year old boy dressed like a little grecian spearman blew one apart like it was nothing like a demigod of old.

Although it wasn't actually Bell's normal power, it was still a feat that could not and had not been replicated by even seasoned Hunters.

Most Hunters that were attacked by a Goliath usually never lived to tell the tale, after all.

More because Goliaths hunted very cautiously, but still.

"Excuse us, hi! We're from the Atlas News Company! Please would you give us a few words?! It was hard to get close enough to request a statement yesterday due to the humanitarian work, but-"

"We're the Atlesean branch of the Mistral Daily Trumpeter! Please tell us more about the-"

"Welcome to Vale News Network, live from Atlas as Bell Cranel has been spotted in the streets of Atlas! Mr. Cranel, if you could-"

"...Yes, thank you Liberty. Good morning, Vacuo, we are here on the streets of Atlas as we have spotted the Faunus boy, Bell Cranel who appears to be accompanied by two HUMAN guardians and-"

"Excuse me, I'm Ochre Mayweather of the Menagerie Essential, the primary source of news for Faunus across Remnant! Please, if you could just give us a word-"

Although swarmed, Jaune was told enough about the Faunus that he should at least try to get some words in with the unofficial Kingdom of Menagerie's news company, but was quickly interrupted by a beautifully polished black car bearing the SDC Logo appear quickly somewhere behind the quickly forming crowd.

While both Taiyang and Summer (who, while not really disguised, were hiding their faces with shades and hoods) were valiantly keeping the hungry news reporters at bay, they paled in effectiveness to Winter Schnee.

The eldest Schnee child simply walked through the crowd, seeming to part the crowd by sheer charisma and presence alone.

"Alright, everyone please. Bell is quite the character, but he IS still a child. It is important to give him some space."

"Frost Angel? I was just on my way to meet you-"

He was quickly interrupted from a pat on the head, which was like flipping a switch, as all the shyness and confusion that he had shown when the reporters had crowded him seem to disappear like nothing as he became a smiling, droopy mess.

This did not go unnoticed by both the media, the citizens of Atlas, as well as one Summer Rose.

Summer HAD been told about Jaune's crush on the elder Schnee sister, and while the Argent Huntress had just assumed that the affection was undoubtedly one-sided, there was a brief hiccup in her womanly instincts that, for a fraction of a second, had caused her to worry about Winter Schnee.

But it was so brief that Summer decided that it must simply be a bit of overprotectiveness on her part, as Jaune had endeared himself to her household enough that she almost considered him a child of her own.

No-one in the world but Jaune could seem to see the dark sparkles glitter in the back of Winter's baby blue eyes, but Jaune certainly didn't worry about it.

Winter was just his Frost Angel.

Although he couldn't remember when she turned from Snow Angel to Frost Angel in his mind… and why it didn't seem to bother her anymore...

Ignoring the burst of questions trying to further inquire about exactly what the connection between a hero to the Faunus and the Schnee Dust Company have to do with one another, Winter guided the trio from Vale to the SDC marked company car, and left the area, telling all the reporters that the Schnee Clan and Bell were meeting for dinner at a restaurant later that day, and that they would be available for questions after the meal was over.

She also explicitly warned them all that, once again, Bell was still a young boy and to let him address their questions one at a time, and that he was neither an animal or toy for them to chew up.

This did not go unnoticed by any of the news stations, as a flood of advertisements went out that there would be a proper interview of the newest public Faunus figure.

"Wow! This terrine thing is really just nothing but veggies and fruits? That's amazing! It's so flavorful and satisfying!" Jaune (still under the effects of Disguise: White Rabbit of Ontario) chewed gleefully as his ears seemed to vibrate and tremble with his first foray into the wonders of high-class cuisine.

"Is it the first time you've had a terrine?" a petite and cute white haired girl asked curiously.

Jaune grinned happily and nodded at her as he savored every flavor of the dish.

Bell Cranel had not at all been what Weiss Schnee had expected.

Weiss, not unlike her esteemed elder sister, had quite the talent for the sword. She, admiring her dear elder sister's talent and tenacity, had also decided that with her talent, she should pursue a future as a Huntress, at least for a while before eventually coming back to the company and becoming its future CEO.

After all, her elder sister wished for a military career for the sake of both Atlas and all of Humanity. And her younger brother Wheatley was still still a spoiled, runny nosed prat.

And icky.

And had cooties.

So she was obviously the future head of the SDC.

Regardless of the fact that Bell Cranel had saved her dear elder sister when she had been poisoned by those dreadful White Fang members and kidnapped while being… quite out of dress, she had expected Bell to be similar to her younger brother.

Mostly in part due to the fact that she hadn't had much chance to interact with many boys close to her age aside from her younger brother.

Her father had become quite cold and protective ever since her venerable mother had caught a rare disease and passed away.

But, while a tad unrefined and a bit more cheery than she was used to, Bell Cranel had been more than pleasant company.

Unlike her family's calm and composed nature, like soft snowfall, or a serene frozen pond, he was like a burst of sunlight chasing away the clouds.

EVERYTHING about the boy was expressive. His ears twitched and flopped about in both curiosity and merriment, eyes like garnets shined and sparkled with a mischievous charm, and the boy was always smiling.

That had been new to her as well.

Weiss Schnee was no stranger to smiles.

Whether it be employees of the company, her caretakers, tutors, or just about anyone aside from her dear elder sister, most of the smiles she saw were forced, fake, or formality.

But nothing about the smile of the white haired Faunus boy could be called forced, faked, or a formality.

There were no hidden agendas, or fake kindness, or even any ulterior motive.

It was all quite strange.

She was so curious about it all, that the cameras and cameramen that were looking over her family's outing with the Faunus boy might as well not have been there at all.

Although she had already gotten used to intrusive cameras a long time ago.

She was also very glad that her father had taken a moment to warn her prattish younger brother not to say anything or cause any trouble during the meal. Wheatley could be a rude, spoiled brat at times, and her father had stated that the current situation was extremely delicate. He could not afford even the foolish words of a child to get in the way of taking control of the tumultuous situation.

Whatever that meant, Weiss wasn't quite sure.

But it got her little brother to shut up, that was for sure.

It was all very novel to Weiss. It was the first time meeting a Faunus her age, and one that wasn't one of the servants back at the Schnee Estate. Or her brother's extended silence.

Bell had answered all of her questions to a satisfactory level, from how he had found her elder sister (in the SEWERS! How dreadfully icky!) the White Fang members trying to make away with her, how they had to sneak, juke, and fight their way out, even to the fight with the Goliath.

While film rolled and cameras flashed, Bell had gone on to explain the thoughts in his head as well as how he was feeling at the moment.

Most of which was just concern and split-second decision making without much thought, she noted.

From what she could tell, the moment Bell heard about people in danger, he leapt into action, not a thought put to the consequences.

For a brief moment she felt a fluttering.

It was all really quite dashing and heroic.

Like a fairy tale.

Hearing about it all helped further affirm that her decision to grow up and become a Huntress was the right thing to do after all.

Bell had said that it was more than a dream for him. That if he had the ability, doing his best to help save and fight for people who couldn't fight back was a responsibility that he felt he had.

As her honored father had put it at that moment: "With great power, comes great responsibility."

Bell had nodded at that, saying that he liked how the Schnee patriarch had put it into words.

And he had smiled blindingly bright.

It had even seemed to catch the cold Jacques Schnee off guard.

Winter had quickly given her father an odd look (her elder sister had been arguing with her father all day in his study today) before following up about how it had been an old Schnee standard of conduct.

Weiss had never seen her father look so disgruntled.

Especially when he seemed to grudgingly accept what Winter had said.

The meal continued with a surprising amount of chatter and energy, much more than what Weiss was used to, but it was… nice. Yes. It was exactly that. It was nice, and pleasant, and Weiss had never known that a meal could be so pleasant in conversation and atmosphere.

The only thing that used to be so pleasant at the Schnee Estate's meals were the quality of cuisine and the flavor of the food.

It would be nice if every meal could be like this.

Especially if Wheatley kept quiet like this.

Cooties or not, she loved her brother, but she was beginning to think she loved her brother's silence more.

After dessert, her father had allowed the reporters to approach and begin their questions one at a time.

There were a lot of questions asking about how the SDC would react to the White Fang's recent terrorist developments, their link with the cheerful Faunus boy that was currently being held in place by her elder sister (his nervousness seemed to evaporate at her elder sister's touch), and the SDC's plans for the future and the like.

Her father had stated many things.

That Bell Cranel, to the Schnee, was first and foremost their benefactor, that saved Winter Schnee from what could have been an indescribable fate. That they do not approve or acknowledge the White Fang and would never boy to terrorists. And that they never would.

This seemed to cause a bit of concern and commotion before her father continued.

However, Jacques Schnee continued, stating that while he would never acknowledge the actions of the White Fang, he would acknowledge the littlest hero of Atlas, Bell Cranel.

There was a pause at that, as suddenly everyone seemed to focus on the next words that came from the Schnee Patriarch's lips.

While he had admittedly never personally thought much of the Faunus, he could not deny the existence that was Bell Cranel, nor could he deny what he owed the boy. A debt that no amount of money could repay. In respect of the boy's valor and spirit, he publically announced that there would be an overhaul at the SDC in how the Faunus would be both paid and treated, swearing to raise pay, better treatment, and install rules that would help diminish the animosity in his company towards the Faunus.

He did state that while simpler things like pay could be easily tweaked and improved, that social and political stances and views were harder to change and that the effects wouldn't be immediate no matter what he did. That he asked for some patience and understanding, considering that he too was showing the Faunus some patience and understanding. Even if it wasn't for their sake, but rather because of his respect for Bell.

This alone was enough to cause the media into a frenzy.

There had been rumors that had begun to appear of late of the current Schnee Financial Dynasty's shady business practices and seeming lack of morals. And while it was expected that these would be addressed at some point, no one could have anticipated such a powerful 180.

Unknown to Weiss, Winter had come into an agreement of sorts with their father.

Although the man was both cold and calculating, there was still a soft spot somewhere in his frozen heart for his children.

Winter had told him of exactly what the White Fang had done to her and exactly how she wanted to take them down. She had formulated with him the best way to twist the situation to their advantage, by getting the public opinion of both Faunus and the mass media on their side by improving their treatment of Faunus.

And by using Bell to attract maximum attention, use the opportunity to create a publicity stunt that would ACTUALLY be followed up on, which would also make their stock value skyrocket, more than making up for the losses that they would incur for raising treatment of Faunus.

Winter had made flawless arguments and had created a stage where there were only benefits to be had for Jacques.

Not only that but it would likely lift the embargo that most Faunus had towards Schnee products.

Like a true Schnee, he would make no losses here!

There was a whole new market to tap into!

A few tables away Taiyang and Summer finished up their delightful dinner as they sweatdropped at Jacques seemingly triumphant and self-serving atmosphere.

"That Winter girl is scary as hell to convince Jacques into all of this AND turn the incident with the White Fang and the Goliath on their heads. It's become all about the Schnee company with nothing more than a dinner and an interview." Taiyang took another sip of wine, "I'd hate to be the White Fang right now."

Summer gave a small chuckle and nodded in agreement.

"Considering that J… I mean Bell has seemingly become the one to inherit the ideals of the original White Fang, this will be interesting indeed."

Her silver eyes flashed brightly for a bit.

"Hmm. This is a great change from what was meant to be… I see…"

END

AN2: Whew. This chapter turned out a little exposition heavy. But I'm hoping that the surprise twist of Winter's actions make up for that :P.

BTW:

This story doesn't actually run off of DnD, nor was it inspired by DnD, however, there are times when I roll dice to determine how certain situations are gonna turn out, both as a bit of random factor to challenge myself and to keep the story organically dynamic.

I want my stories to be flexible to allow creative ideas and directions, after all.

Like in Chapter 6 when Jaune was roaming the city, I had a ten-sided dice roll on a number generator to see where the White Fang kidnapping Winter Schnee would be. Luckily it wasn't a 1 which was a critical fail (resulting in Winter's torture and death & the White Fang getting away), but a 2, which were the sewers. A natural 20 would have been meeting a still yet peaceful White Fang on the verge of turning into something darker, while sparing Winter from trauma, it would not have allowed Jaune and Winter to meet (As Jaune before his meeting with Winter would have preferred if no-one had to suffer through any tragedy at all over meeting a complete stranger)

Thank god it wasn't a 1. My scripted dark turns aren't for a bit longer yet. Err. Does saying that count as spoilers? If it does: oops?

However when it came to the kiss I was just gonna generalize off a 20 sided dice with 1 being a Tsundere rejection of a kiss, only rolling to see if Jaune would crit-fail.

I DIDN'T expect him to get a natural 20 and get a critical success. So I figured, if a modified DnD character existed with Jaune's Stats and Perks (In a DM-modified world, also I've never actually DnD'ed even though I've always been interested in it) some of his Perks (and some LCK) would definitely escalate this shit out of control.

I'm not sure if I should have stuck to this result, as I do feel that it came out of nowhere, but Lady Luck's Lewd Laughter WAS drawn out of the hat of Luck Perks, so it has to come into play now whenever a potential for Lewd situation exists.

This doesn't mean there will be lemons (Although I am plenty capable of writing them, I don't think them necessary to this story and would rather have risque bursts of passion rather than full on NSFW)

It also took a few hours before I could decide how to follow up after this event…

And while I also feel like it could use a tad bit of editing, I feel that I'd end up dragging it out for over a month, so I'd rather just release it and keep the uploads going.

Hoping that you all enjoy it.

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