Evan Smith was an ordinary 16 year old kid who got killed but the gods of light and darkness has given him another chance in another world called remnant.
Inspired by "The Solo Gamer" and "RWBY and The System User" from Wattpad.
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The story starts with Evan walking towards the remains of Tukson's bookstore. As Evan was turning a corner to the store, the store is now empty and closed off. Making sure Tukson did leave Vale safe and sound, he questioned a nearby policemen.
Evan: Excuse me officer.
Police: Yes?
Evan: Do you know what happened to 'Tukson's Bookstore'?
Police: Oh, I heard he left to another kingdom last week. But no one knows where.
Evan: I see. Thank you sir, have a good day.
Police: You too. Stay safe now.
Evan: 'Tukson is out of Vale safe and sound. That's good. Now, since today is also those two's time to kill him. I guess It's a good chance to introduce myself'
He was thinking his thoughts until he bumped into someone.
Evan: Sorry, I wasn't... (voice died out)looking.
Evan recognized the two people in front of him.
Evan: 'Observed'
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[Name] - Emerald Sustrai
[Race] - Human
[Title Equipped] - The Mischief Maker
[Level] - 34
[HP] - 3400/3400
[Aura points] - 1500/1500
[Semblance] - Hallucinations
(Description: It is individual mental hallucinations - the ability to modify the sensory information in a person's head while their brain is processing it. User can make one person (or more) see and hear things that are not necessarily there.)
[Weapon] - Thief's Respite
(Description: It is a pair of firearms with jungle-green grips, each stored inside their own separate leather casings on a belt wrapped around User's waist. they are shown to be revolvers with long, curved blades, presumably with both melee and ranged functions. They are revolver sickles. By default, they are a pair of revolvers that fire incredibly fast. User can then deploy blades to fight in melee combat, or instead extend them using chains attached to her respective handles like kusarigamas to fight from mid-range. When folded up against the revolvers, the blades telescope into themselves.)
Evan: 'There she is. But no sign of the cyborg.'
Emerald: No, It's my fault. I'm not really from around here. (She helps him to his feet.) Would you mind pointing us in the direction of this shop?
Emerald produces a piece of paper with writing on it and Evan looks it over.
Evan: Oh, this is the location for Tukson's Booktrade.
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