1 Prologue

Sitting on a bench on the grounds of Beacon Academy, I contemplate my life choices.

It's been a few hours since I found myself in the body of a random student in a world I thought was only fiction just the day before.

I got transmigrated to the world of RWBY. Not only that. Apparently, I'm also training to become some kind of mercenary/monster killer or whatever a Huntsman counts as. Awesome, right?

Yeah, no.

When I first arrived, I was freaking the hell out. I thought that maybe someone had drugged and kidnapped me. All the people walking around with all sorts of weapons did nothing to dissuade me of that notion, up until the moment when my mind was assaulted by a bunch of foreign memories.

A common trope in web novels is going to another world in the body of another person, and then receiving the memories of the previous owner of said body.

What those novels don't tell you is that it hurts like a bitch.

The bright side is that I stopped freaking about me getting kidnapped, just to start freaking out because I was going to die.

"What are you afraid of?" you say? "Aren't you going to become a huntsman? What's the problem?" Well, let me tell you something.

Grimm are fucking terrifying.

The Creatures of Grimm, beasts that have harassed human and faunus kind since time immemorial. The spawns of the God of Darkness made with the sole purpose of destroying humanity and everything it has built.

That sounds nice and all. A perfect plot for a web show full of cool battles and waifus. The problem is that Grimm are way more terrible in real life than the show made them out to be.

A single beowulf, a Grimm that can be considered as cannon fodder, is more than enough to kill a big group of normal people. Easily, I may add.

Now imagine an army of those monsters coming at you with the intent of ripping your body to shreds. Yeah, I don't like my odds either.

Aura, you say? Pffhh, aura can only protect you so far. Like everything, it has its flaws. It's not some impenetrable defense, and its ability to empower you depends mainly on your own talent and capability.

People like Ruby Rose are considered prodigies. Trained since childhood by some of the best huntsmen and huntresses, and born with a bigger than average pool of aura. People like that are the main characters.

Then we have people like the boy I stole the body from, people like me. Those without talent and without the guidance of strong people. Those who were lucky to survive till now in a career where there's no retirement plan that doesn't involve being dead or crippled for life. The people who only look like the silhouette of a person at the bottom of the screen in the original web show.

I close my eyes and let out a long, depressed sigh. That's it, I'm a mob character. A mob character in a post-apocalyptic world. A mob character studying in a school where shit is going to hit the fan in less than a year.

Yay, me.

Opening my eyes, I take a look at the floating screen in front of my face. The helplessness filling my mind is replaced with determination as my gaze roams over the words covering my vision. Luckily, I wasn't completely doomed.

[Quest Completed!]

[Description: Ask any woman from the main cast on a date.

Reward: Random Sacred Gear]

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[Do you wish to receive your reward? Yes / No]

I mentally select yes and a new screen materializes, displaying the image of a person surrounded by what appears to be a purple mist.

[Congratulations! You have received the Sacred Gear: Dimension Lost!]

After reading the last announcement, I suddenly feel like my body is on fire. I curl into a ball on top of the bench as the feeling of something being shoved into my soul slowly recedes. A few passers-by gave me pitying looks, while some others smirked condesently at my writhing form. The bastards.

When the pain finally stops, I slowly stand up from the bench. I recall old memories from my past life. Memories of watching an anime where the protagonist was an unrepentant pervert for boobs. Memories of a bespectacled man doing really crazy shit in said anime with this same sacred gear.

My mouth widens into a grin as I lift the palm of my right hand. That grin turns into mad cackles as wisps of purple mist come out of my hand.

Ignoring the creeped-out people close by, I begin making my way towards the academy. A determined smile set on my face the entire time.

Fuck being a mob character.