The King [A RWBY fanfiction]

Ch. 1 | Team NDGO

A/n: The purpose of this fic is to help my creativity and plot development in my stories. Please do give me constructive feedback at the end of every chapter, it's important for me.

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How did I die? That's a simple answer: I was stabbed by about fifty-seven holy swords coming from above.

I can see you looking at this page like: "How in the flying fuck did that happen?!" well apparently that's an awkwardly common method of death among people who are being Isekaid. The list goes as follows:

- Truck-kun: The overlord of all Isekai death causes

- Lightning-kun: Close behind the truck, it strives to surpass the method of transportation sometime in the future

- Sudden illness-kun: Just cares about killing people, honestly a bastard.

- Mutated Possom-kun: Terrifyingly ugly, its paradoxical and twisted existence will instantly make you have a heart attack

- Bucket-kun: If you died because of this, then you're the only one to blame.

- Killed due to someone else murdering you in some way-kun: Someone suddenly has an urge to kill and kills you, shitty way to die if I'm being honest. 

- Pot from the sky-kun: Honestly, if you're killed by this you're in the 1% of Isekai people

- Holy swords from the sky-kun: Honestly painful way to die, the swords are coated in holy light which burns away all sins, which if you are human living life right you have tons of. It burns physically too, which makes you feel unimaginable pain, and then, when you're about to get used to the pain after around four hours -- because the holy light heals you as much as it burns you -- the swords explode, killing you. Horrible way to go, honestly I feel like I deserve at least five wishes for dying like that because it was completely intentional. 

Well, my name is Zilar du Bigarrena Gilgamesh, I speak Spanish, Basque, English and was trying to learn German when I was killed, unfortunately, all I got out of my german lessons is the word my teacher used the most: Scheiße, which is pronounced Sheiza and means Fuck! or Shit! depending on context.

I'm telling you this now because this world doesn't have any of these languages so I won't be using them... most likely ever. 

Anyways, I was called to make part of a team I didn't really care about. I walked into their dorms with my bags packed on my back and then knocked on their door. I heard some shuffling come from the other side of the door and a few seconds later the door opened. 

Whoever was behind those doors would be my partners during the tournament, so I had to make a great impression!

The door opened and a girl with indigo hair brushed over to her left side and olive eyes were on the other side of the door. She looked at me and then glanced up and down before completely opening the door. 

"So, you must be Zilar," said the girl with a grin on her face, "The king of Vacuo," she said. I ignored the stupid nickname and focused my best to make a good impression. 

"Who do you think you're talking to? Mongrel?"

Looking back, I probably didn't make the best impression ever. I remember how the three girls on the other side of that door looked at me with an expressionless face. 

"Right, I can see why you're called the "King" milord," she mockingly bowed, making the two girls on the back giggle. I sighed and walked into the room before placing down my bag next to theirs.