Full Summary: Jaune Arc, admirer of heroes, descendant of legends, brother to some of the strongest Huntresses. One would think his strength would reach just as high as they. One would be wrong if one thought as such. He was weak, and failed often. With his final chance laid before him, he takes his father's armor, sword, and shield to go and slay creatures of Grimm and prove his strength. The being he awakens, will change everything.

A/N: Hello. Lambda38 here, welcome to my first story ever, a challenge from one PrimordialGuardian. If you like this chapter, goody, if you don't, I don't care, you're unimportant to me. Anyhow, read, review if you feel like, might make me update sooner. Expect slow updates, as my life exists outside of Fanfiction and this is a side project.

So yeah, later, people.

Chapter 1: Grasp your Soul

Jaune's POV

I sigh as I pull the breastplate on over my hoodie, feeling some discomfort at how it's not exactly meant for me as I am. Not surprising. It belonged to my father, and he, while about as tall as myself and as wide, was much more muscular. I slowly draw on all the armor pieces before reaching up and grabbing Crocea Mors off of its stand, in the small armory that the Arc family house has. After a moment, I take Crocea Luna off of its stand, collapsing the shield and sheathing Crocea Mors inside, before turning around and slowly heading out of the room, my heart heavy as I go out for what will likely be one of the last attempts to get into a Hunter school.

My grades had never been good enough, I'd never been strong enough, I just didn't have the ability as a fighter, a thousand reasons which all piled up into a single fact.

I couldn't get into any Hunter school. Not Signal, where all my sisters either were going or had gone to. Even my family's clout from producing great Hunters and Huntresses, not to mention the contributions to the great war, hadn't been enough to pull me in there, and all the other schools were just as rigorous, if not more so with Atlas.

I walked through the crypt like halls of my home, reaching the door before the only other present denizen calls out to me.

"Jaune." I hear my twin sister Rose call. I look over my shoulder to see her light blue eyes looking at me with concern, her bow over her shoulder with a quiver in hand, her light leather armor protecting her without impeding her movement. She walks towards me, her shoulder length blond hair swishing around slightly. "Where are you going out dressed like there?" I suppress a sigh and gulp, looking at her with determination.

You won't stop me, Rose. I need to do this. I don't expect you to let me go without a fight, but you will let me go. I think as I stand up straight.

"Hey, Rose. I'm heading out to do some hunting." I reply, trying my best to be vague, though I am willing to acknowledge I'm not.

I fail, as her face falls and her eyes become piercing, like small lasers.

"Jaune, how many times must we say that you don't need to be a Huntsman?" She says, slightly irked, slightly worried. "We are your sisters and we love you, you don't need to prove yourself to anybody as a Huntsman." She tries to convey her earnest honesty through her gaze, though it's rather dulled by her flat expression.

Though try telling that to Olivia. I was never good enough for her, and she sees me as an embarrassment to our father, even if she doesn't express it vocally.

"It's not about proving myself to anybody!" I yell, though I doubt I fool either of us. "I want to be a Huntsman, I want to be like dad was! Why can't you just leave me alone about this?" Rose's face twitches slightly, but she manages to stay calm.

"Jaune, if you try to face off with Grimm, you will die. You don't have your Aura unlocked, you don't have a Semblance as a result of that fact, and your skills with a sword are subpar at best." She says, trying to use 'logic' to get me to 'see reason.' "Jaune, you can't win."

I wish that my sisters would just lay off of me at times!

"You're not our mother, Rose!" I shout, causing her to openly flinch, which makes me feel some guilt, but I quash it before it can take root. "You can't control what I'm going to do and you have no right to tell me what I can and can't do!" Even if you're likely right. "Just leave me alone!"

I don't have a moment to react before I'm thrown out of the door by my sister, tears leaking from her eyes.

"Fine, go and get yourself killed, why don't you!" She screams at me, hiccups breaking her voice slightly. I land painfully and roll once before stopping. I groan as I get up and move away from the house, putting it and the guilt behind me. I head towards the Emerald forest, which stretches the eastern border of the Kingdom of Vale, just before the mountains.

I enter the forest, drawing my blade and holding it in a tight grip, my shield extending over my left arm. I walk forward, the trees feeling as if they are pressing against me rather than protecting. I walk for several hours, before I hear them. Their growls.

I whirl to see a Beowolf leaping at me claws first. I panic and slash at it, managing to slice its arm, but fail to do great damage, while it slams into me a moment later. I try to kick it off with my feet, but fail. I watch as it raises its head to bite me, and jab at its head, managing to impale it, killing it.

I scramble up as it dissipates, tugging my sword out of its head. I look up and dive to the side to avoid a charging Boarbatusk, landing hard on my stomach. I groan as I stand and see a Beowolf above me, its claws descending mercilessly. I try to move my shield in between us, but before I can, another strike lands on my back, knocking me forward into the other strike.

I cry out in pain as the claws dig into my flesh, straight through my breastplate, before screaming as teeth clamp down on my shoulder, the Beowolf picking me up and shaking me around, before painfully tossing me into a nearby tree, Crocea Mors and Crocea Luna flying away from me.

I force my eyes to open in time to see a rolling Boarbatusk bearing down on me. I try to move, but fall from the pain of it all.

No! I haven't proven myself! I'm just, I'm just a failure… I think in despair as my death approaches. I can't die here. I need to prove myself! I need to win! I, I want to win… My eyes close as I wait for the inevitable, death's herald shouting loudly in my mind.

I feel something arise from my chest as another energy forces itself into my head, strength suddenly surging through my limbs, driving me and sending me into overdrive. I feel the energy in my head moving around as if in confusion, before settling in the back of my head and my eyes, forcing them open.

Grimm. Hm. They seem like low class beings, however they are prepared to kill me. A deep and foreboding voice announces in my head. I believe the last time I saw a Grimm was when we were facing off against Larell and Larella. Insanity incarnate. Curious, how am I alive? Hm, a question for another time.

The energy flows through my body and forces me to rise, bringing up my hand, clenched into a fist, before punching straight through the armor of the charging boar Grimm.

"Huh. That's strange. Last time I faced one this weak it disintegrated." My voice says without my intent my eyes track to my fist.

Who the hell are you? I scream in my mind, afraid. What are you doing?

The power in my mind seems shocked as I speak to it, before it levels my hand at the Grimm left charging me.

"Chain Lightning." My voice enunciates before an arc of energy channels between my arm and the first Grimm, before it arcs to the rest of them, leaving them to disintegrate into dust, stunning me into silence. My head nods as my eyes look at my hand, seeing no blemishes from channeling that power.

Congratulations, Jaune!

What the hell!? Both myself and the invading presence think at the pop up screen before us.

You have successfully unlocked your Aura and Semblance, the former awakening a being named Ainz Ooal Gown(Ainz), who took residence in your Aura when you were in the womb, and the latter being me! Congrats!

What is going on right now?

It appears that I'm invading your body, young Jaune. My apologies, though I do thank you for giving me another chance to interact with Remnant, if without your consent. This is Remnant correct? This, Ainz person, asks, making me feel weird as I literally have a voice in my head, and I stumble as I realize that I have control of my body back. Well, regardless, I believe I need to give you your body back. Congratulations on unlocking your Aura.

Well, Jaune, here are the facts. You have a second voice in your head, your Semblance is the Gamer, and you're a fool. The screen pops up before me and types out the message, making me huff in anger. You went out and attacked Grimm without proper training, no back up, and no real plan except swing and stab, you idiot. At least Ainz and I are here now to give you an edge(and a few knocks on the head)

"And why should I listen to either of you?" I ask, walking over to Crocea Luna and pick it up before collapsing it.

You have no obligation to. You'd just be an idiot if you didn't, you hormonal sister hurting teenager. The message pops up just as I pick up Crocea Mors, making me pause for a moment, the guilt of yelling at Rose coming back for a moment. Exactly, Jaune. Now listen for a moment and call Stats. I grit my teeth before complying, bringing up another window with my name and a few numbers on it.

Name: Jaune Arc

Race: Human Level 1

Race EXP: 90/100

Class: Squire Level 1:

Class EXP: 0/100

HP: 600

AP: 1,500

STR:45

AGI: 45

END: 45

INT: 5

WIS: 10

LCK: 10

DEF: 45

RES: 45

Extra Points: 5

As you can clearly guess, awakening Ainz was like getting several years of full battle Hunter experience.(courtesy of moi, but that is merely strength, speed, endurance, and defense wise, not skill wise, though what little I could I managed to force feed to your body and mind, so you're a little better than swish swish stab) His magic power is incredible(and y'know, magical), however, you won't be able to mimic it ever. You are based in Swordsmanship, and maybe life magic if you decide to go that way. The letters spread across the screen, confusing me a little. As you can tell as well, we aren't able to increase your Intelligence or Wisdom much, though both are still incredibly low comparatively to where you need to be. With more stat assignments, you might be able to get it up to a good level.

So I'm not capable of giving him my experience? Ainz asks inside my head.

No. You can't, because his body is still underdeveloped. Once he is in peak physical and mental condition, perhaps. The text scrolls past my eyes as I attach my shield to my belt and sheath Crocea Mors. However, that would be counterintuitive regardless for multiple reason. You have your classes now Ainz, while Jaune, thanks to you and I, can have a completely opposite class set for obvious reasons. Also, for him to inherit your classes, he'd need to be fully developed, which would be around age 25-26 or so. It would be ridiculous to wait that long.

That is a wise plan, I believe. Hm. We should head for Nazarick. Ainz comments.

"Nazarick?" I ask, confused as my legs begin moving as Ainz takes over the lower half of my body, nearly causing me to panic before a feeling sweeps over my mind, calming me down.

Nazarick, an ancient place that was transported into this world by the great being known only as Momonga. The message appears before my eyes swiftly, as if anticipating my question. It was once a place of great power and ruled most of Remnant, however most of its denizens, which make most current Huntsmen and Huntresses look like toy soldiers, were forced to confront a great darkness, which cost most of the lives of most of Nazarick's warriors, and its great leader Momonga. Nazarick was left to decay on the majorly uninhabited region of Saunus, to the east of Vale.

Gate. I hear Ainz say in my mind as a purple and black hole expands in front of us, before we walk through without a moment's delay, giving me no time to panic. When I step out on the other side, I see remnants of a ruined tomb before me, the stones falling out of place everywhere.

"Welcome to Nazarick, though it is far beyond its prime. I doubt that anyone will be willing to enter here simply because of its aura." Ainz says through my mouth. "However, what guardians that are left are likely still willing to kill any who enter." I try to force my body to stop walking, but to no avail, as he forces my body to walk forward towards the foreboding and crumbling entrance. I look up as we enter the structure, almost expecting it to fall on me. Thankfully, we manage to pass through it without trouble, though the moment we descend the steps just behind the entrance, a figure greets us.

"Hail, traveler." I hear the figure, a girl, by her voice, call, though she sounds exhausted. "Might I ask why you have entered the Tomb of Nazarick?" I squint, trying to see her face, though from what I can tell in the shadows, she is shorter than I am by at least a half a foot.

"Hail, Guardian." Ainz speaks through my mouth, making me antsy, since I don't like hearing my voice without my urging. "I am a traveler from the winds of times long gone by, you may call me Jaune." I see the figure nod before putting a foot slightly behind the other, taking an offensive stance.

"Welcome, Jaune. I think you will find your welcome less than stellar at the moment, all things considered." She informs me before she charges, turning into a single dark blur. I see her for a moment before me, clad in a dark gray armor which covers her entire body, with intricate purple and green flame designs all over it, her arm pulled back with her hands curled into fists. "So please, die."

I jump back in slight panic, my body back under my control at last.

You will need to convince her to step down. Show her who resides in you, show her your resolve! Ainz shouts to me, making me wince.

Dude, we have the same head right now, no need to shout. I think in irritation, though a part of me glances at the fact that I ought be panicking about the fact that my head is being shared, I merely draw my sword and shield, before taking a low defensive stance, my form with the blade much better than it was.

"Hm. Very well, I will recognize you as a warrior by name, Jaune, traveler of the winds of time." She says. "I will grant you my name. I am called Ella." She charges at me again, and I stay calm and steady, bringing up my shield to block her punch, which staggers me, much to my surprise, before I catch myself and push back, before shifting my shield, letting her slip by as I swing my Crocea Mors towards her torso.

Word from the wise, Ella is one of the strongest Denizens of Nazarick, created by the Supreme Being LaguzDraco. She will break your shield if you try to absorb her attacks too many times. Ainz comments as Ella moves.

She jumps over my strike, her body spinning head over heels before one of her feet comes slamming at my face. I lift my shield as I move to the side, angling to deflect the blow. Her foot slides off of my shield, and she lands in a crouch before she launches herself at me, her helmet clipping my chin, stunning me as I try to move out of the way. I stumble as I spin and swing my sword in a circle, forcing her back as I regain my bearings.

Through usage of certain moves, a skill has been created.

Circle Slash

A whirling slash which either forces enemies back, or kills them, that is, if they don't block.

150% Slash Damage, 40% Chance of Intimidation Effect. -95% Reaction Time if Blocked.

That was really stupid, Jaune, but whatever works. By the way.

Class Level Up!

Squire Level 2

15% Speed increase with swords

10% Defense increase with swords

15% Defense increase with shields

Now get back in the game(pun intended) before you die!

I look back at Ella to find her just before me, her hand in a spear shape. I duck to the left, raising my sword to parry her hand.

I manage to divert her strike without taking any damage, but Crocea Mors is wrenched from my hand by the force of her strike. I roll over my shoulder to escape, looking to my sword for a moment after I get up before deciding that I won't be able to reach it before I die, so I do the only thing I can.

I put my right hand on my left arm, raise my shield, and charge at the charging armored form. She crosses her arms, speeding up as I do the same. We collide with a massive clang, my shield groaning in protest, as we try to muscle the other back. The dirt beneath my feet kicks up as she steadily pushes forward, forcing me back. I growl before pulling my right arm back behind the cover of my shield, letting Crocea Luna shift towards my right, allowing Ella to force forward, though she plants her left foot and turns to face me as I pull my shield back and launch my fist at her head.

My fist collides heavily with it, forcing her back several steps as pain rings throughout my hand, though I ignore it as I run for my sword, faster than I thought I could ever have done.

Race Level Up!

Human Level 2

Health +50

Aura +125(Arc Perk)

Str, Agi, End, Def +5

Res +4

Wis, Int +3

Extra Pnts +10

I ignore the pop up as I grab Crocea Mors and turn, slashing at Ella as she launches a kick at me. My sword meets her breastplate at near the same moment her foot meets my face. I watch in pain as Crocea Mors pierces her chest a moment before I'm flung off my feet, the pain dulled by my Aura before it vanishes, and I land heavily on my back, several feet away from where I was.

692 Aura Points Lost!

I groan as I stand up, a moment before Ainz takes over my body, sheathing my sword and strapping it to my waist, folding my arms as he looks at the bleeding Ella.

"Enough, Ella." He orders. "Do you not recognize my aura, perhaps?" Ella merely looks at us, taking a stance as she scoffs. "Fine. Perhaps you will recognize this. [Aura of Despair 1]." The effect is immediate, causing Ella to nearly fold with shock on her face. Her eyes glare through the visor of her helm for the first time, their light purple light tracking my eyes.

"Lord, Lord Ainz?" She asks hesitantly, some small amounts of wonder in her voice. "Can it truly be you?" She hesitantly falls to a knee. "If it is, then I apologize for my disrespect, my lord."

"It is of no consequence, Ella. Remove your helm, let my host know your face." Ainz orders as the weight seems to vanish from her shoulders, and she swiftly acquiesces, removing her helmet to reveal the most adorable face I've ever seen. She has short green hair framing a young face with big purple eyes, with her mouth in a small but still noticeable pout.

"What is it that you desire, my Lord?" She asks, her hesitation having vanished, her voice now strong.

Well, I suppose that we should be appraised of the situation in Nazarick, Jaune. I'll leave it to you for now, and give my own opinions when needed. Ainz informs me as I barely prevent myself from slouching.

"Well, what's the situation here?" I ask, slightly confused. "What happened to this place?" Ella looks at me in confusion, before some slight understanding dawns on her face.

"You're Lord Ainz's host aren't you?" She asks as she stands, staring at me. I gulp as I nod, while she merely turns away and begins walking off. "Follow me while I explain." I start after her, and fall in line behind her, as she begins. "Nazarick was transported to this planet, Remnant, from the realm of Yggdrasil, sometime around two thousand years ago." My eyes widen in shock as I realize just how old this place and the girl in front of me are. "Initially, we were hesitant to leave the safety and sanctity of Nazarick, however, we found the creatures of Grimm rather quickly. Unfortunately for them, they were never a severe threat to us, and we slaughtered them in the thousands. However, it was at that time that a different threat appeared before us." Her face twists in disgusts as she looks back at me, making me hesitate a moment.

"A threat with no name, a pair of Hunters, twins, who had been poisoned by Grimm blood." Ella reveals as she looks forward again, turning down a hall that reveals a portal as I turn the bend. "All of Nazarick's might went out to fight against the two, because they posed such a great threat that not even the Supreme Beings Momonga and Draco, my creator, could defeat. All of Nazarick went to face them." She vanishes through the portal, and I gulp before stepping right after her.

I look to find her before a pair of massive doors stretching many yards above my head, making me feel incredibly small. I notice the metal corroded with rust and that many of the gems have fallen out of place and been left to litter the ground. I look back at Ella to see sadness coloring her gaze.

"And out of all that went, only I, the Butler of Nazarick, Sebas Tian, and the Guardian Overseer Albedo survived." She calmly states as she pushes the doors open, the doors slowly opening with a loud shriek. "Both of the others became despondent when the rest died, Sebas because of the sorrow of losing his Lords and all his comrades. Albedo, because of the fact that Lord Momonga was the person she loved more than her own life." She steps to the side of the entryway, revealing a room with multiple faded flags dangling from poles up in the heights of the room, and a massive throne on a separate platform, the steps leading up to it broken in multiple places.

"What happened to this place?" I ask quietly, not expecting an answer, though Ella heard me and answered.

"Time happened, boy. Time." She replies sadly as I walk by, looking around as several spots up near the ceiling provide some light. "With the Butler of Nazarick drowning in grief, and no maids to keep the Tomb in good condition, I've had to self teach myself. But I'm a warrior, and not a maid. I've done what I can, but not even Sebas can prevent time from passing. I am called Ella, I guard Tomb of Nazarick these days, but once I was only assigned to guard the entryway of the eighth floor." She turns and walks out the door. "I will fetch Lady Albedo and Sebas Tian. If you survive, we'll see about you getting called by your name, boy." That last comment makes me turn in panic as I speak.

"W-wait, I won't really be in danger of dying, w-will I…" I trail off as I see that she's already gone. I put my hands to my head as I head deeper into the room, not wanting to risk getting lost. "What am I gonna do? Perhaps I could make a run for it? No, that wouldn't do any good for anyone. Maybe I could try fighting? But if I heard that lady right, this Albedo she's fetching is likely stronger if this place gets rank from strength… Oh, what can I do!"

Perhaps ask the two in your head, hmm? The text pops up obnoxiously before my face. You do have a likely smarter Semblance than you are, dummy, not to mention an ancient being in this kind sir Mr. Ainz, idiot.

I scowl as my Semblance insults me, and open my mouth to retort when a furious cry reaches my ears and I turn to see an absolutely beautiful woman in a white dress with black wings and horns on her head. Just one problem with this vision.

Well, two really.

One, her eyes are locked on me and she has a look of absolute hatred directed at me, and two… Well, too late now.

I feel the punch slam into my chest and feel the metal slightly dent as my Aura completely shatters, my back slamming into the far wall, the pain causing my vision to swim as I slide to the ground.

Dang it, what the hell is she? She hits like a Beringel, dang it! I think as I struggle to my feet and look at the woman incredulously, and see her sneer, obvious distaste on her face.

Guardian Overseer Albedo, a succubus. Arguably the strongest being in Nazarick at the current time. Not certain if Ella was holding back against you or not. Ainz comments in my mind. I nearly let out a groan. If it makes you feel any more confident, Albedo will likely try to toy with you before killing you, giving Sebas and Ella more time to arrive. Also, Ella likely held back so that you wouldn't die ashamed.

That does nothing for my next to shattered pride.

Can't you come out and convince her that she doesn't want to kill us? I ask, panicking. I practically feel Ainz shrugging.

I depend on your Aura to take control of your body, that's what allows me to inhabit your form at all. He informs me, much to my despair. Also, me revealing myself may prompt her to try and kill you all the more, it is all uncertain at this point. However, I can tell you she has a pathological dislike of humans. Try to convince Sebas and Ella to side with you once they arrive and you may have a chance of survival. It's low, but the only chance that you have.

I would have retorted, but I had to dive out of the way of another strike from the demon woman, and come up with my shield on my arm and Crocea Mors in hand, trembling slightly.

Oh, good, some of your Aura has recovered, I can talk to you again. Remember Jaune, you likely cannot survive this, so this is what is colloquially known as a trial by fire. A very, very large fire. Good luck! My Semblance writes out in what I can practically hear is a cheerful tone. I sigh at the unhelpful nature of my two 'inhabitants' as I ready to face the storm. Ah, you'll be fine. Don't worry about it so much. I let out a disbelieving scoff at that.

The Succubus charges and strikes at me, barely leaving me a moment to dodge as I do so, striking with my sword, missing by inches, though probably because she feels like toying with me, if the contempt in her eyes means anything. I stumble as my swing continues on without resistance, trying to recover in time for her next charge, while she merely grins ferally.

I am so dead.

Welp. He dead. Peace.