A Gamer's Grand Journey

RWBY: Lost in the Woods

'Thought'

"Talking"

*Action*

"Powerful entity (gods, dragons, etc.)"

[System]

Silver-eyed Demon!

Worthless brat!

Time for the hunt to begin!

Wanna come with me?

Don't look, just run!

So pitiful...

For my Goddess!

I can't die here. I need power... MORE POWER!

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*Gasp!* My eyes snap open as I take in a large amount of oxygen. I look around exasperated as I am surrounded by trees. "I feel like shit..." I look down to find not only me wearing a different outfit, but one that has been completely shredded and covered in blood. "What the fuck...?" I reach out and touch one of the bloody areas and notice that the blood is still somewhat fresh. "What happened to me...?"

*POP*

*POP*

*POP*

[Congratulations on your first ever reincarnation into your second life!]

"Huh...?" I grab my head. "Who are you?"

[I am the A.I. that was integrated into your Gamer System before you reincarnated. It's very nice to meet you, sir!]

"Oh right, that voice did mention something like that." I try to stand but quickly collapse from a sudden dizzy spell. "What happened to me?"

[You were bleeding out on the side of the tree. Luckily, your Regeneration kicked in at the last minute and saved your life]

"Is that why I'm feeling so dizzy?" I asked. "So, how did I die exactly?" I take another look at my ruined clothes. The large claw marks on my chest indicate that I was attacked. "Oh..." I try to recollect any memories of what happened but find nothing. "Why can't I remember anything?"

[Simple, because those memories don't belong to you. You don't remember anything because those events never really happened to you]

"I... guess that makes sense. Still, I'd like a brief summary of who I was before I 'awakened'." I said with my arms crossed.

[Long story short, you're an orphan. You were adopted but shortly after your foster mother was murdered. Since then, you've traveled from town to town until you enrolled into Haven and on a mission you and your team were killed by Grimm]

"What were their names?" I asked.

[Don't know, don't care. They were just extras that existed to fill in those roles]

Harsh. "... what was his name?"

[Does it really matter to you?]

"... no, it doesn't." While a part of me did want to know, it wouldn't change the fact that I am me and not that person. Though, it will be pretty awkward if I run into people that know him.

"Huh. You know, I just noticed that despite learning about my own death and being in another world, I am not freaking out like you'd normally do in this situation." I remarked.