After an uneventful Friday, our protagonist William Termiboros is Isekai'd into the world of RWBY with nothing but the clothes on his back, the small amount of money he truly owns, and his mysteriously altered Phone.
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It was a nice and sunny day in the city of Mistral, with stereotypical Chinese, I mean, Mistrali people walking around living their stereotypical happy lives, either blissfully unaware or consciously ignorant to the rampant crime going on just underneath them, the suffering of those below serving to maintain the happiness of those above. A tale as old as time. It was a funny thing actually how for some reason the government of Mistral, i.e Lionheart, thought I'd be a good idea to just push all the crime downwards so that it wouldn't be upwards. Then again, seeing the peaceful sights in front of me, I guess that the ridiculous plan worked, however it also lead to having someone who unironically calls themselves "Lil' Miss' Malachite" being the second most influential person in the city, second only to the fucking Headmaster, truly one of the RWBY moments of all time.
Well, that's just about all you need to know about the capital city of the Kingdom of, you guessed it, Mistral. What, you thought I'd tell you more about this intricate and culturally rich part of Remnant? Bro, it's only presence in my mind is that it's the place where that M.I.L.F Relic gets stolen, the cowardly Headmaster gets done in by tentacle porn and also a bunch of furry's have a fight or something, I'm not going to waste my breath explaining a place like that, especially considering how I'm only here to do that first thing in advance. Currently I was making my way downtown, walking fast, with my "Convicted Felon Drip" fully on display, mask and everything. Naturally I was completely hidden under several layers of both magical and psychic effects that made it so people wouldn't run away with piss in their pants at the sight of my handsome face.
Right now I was making my way to a bank located somewhere in the middle of the massive mountain that was this city, you know the classic, and while I do love money very much it wasn't the only reason for why I was going there, rather it was just the first step of my master plan in order to get my a genie mommy GF. And just my luck the bank in question came into sight just as I mentioned it, I'd describe the place to you however I have a distinct lack of respect for capitalism obtained after seeing the late stages of it back on Earth, plus this place is about to be rubble in a few minutes so who cares. Going up the stairs I made it a point to ignore the obnoxious wooden sign with gold lettering situated prominently at the front of the building, let's just pretend it's named something generic like "The Golden Dragon" or something. As I made it to the glass door I took a moment to appreciate the pristine scene presented to me, the sight of clean marble floors, the harmonious silence of people, the vast array of decorations, truly it was a very nice sight... can't wait to fuck it up!
With a sturdy kick the glass door of considerable size shattered into... well shards, which scattered into the room like a shrapnel grenade and caught a lot of people in several parts of their body, harming most though some did die. Swaggering into the now silent room I fixed up my tie before trying out a new trick that I've been thinking of, closing my eyes I tried sensing the entire building filtering out everything that wasn't valuable, with value being determined by the consensus of what everyone in the building collectively thought was valuable, thanks to this a lot of different objects where highlighted in my dark vision, things like Lien, gold, jewels, but also stuff like paintings, decorations, accessories and such. With complete disregard for the surroundings I telekinetically grabbed each of these individual objects before moving them in my direction, crashing through several layers of walls.
