(I forgot to add the Item part to the Menu... and I decided Vigor would be renamed to Vitality. I fixed it)
The Ursa Major I had killed turned to black mist.
The blue Energy Wave used to kill it vanished.
[Ding! Ursa Major (F-Rank) Defeated.]
[EXP Gained: 700 EXP]
[Ding! Quest, "Kill 15 Grimm with Ki blasts" has been completed]
[Rewards received:
EXP Gained: 250 EXP
5000 Lien
New Saiyan Armour]
[Level Up X2!]
[Stat Points Gained: 20]
I immediately moved to put the armour on. The stretchy material easily stretching to fit my body... it was then I realised how large my breasts were.
G cup, huh?
Deciding to not focus on that fact, I decided to focus on first, finding civilization.
I knew that getting into Beacon required some stuff, but in the event I couldn't join the School, and give this shitty show's MC, Ruby Rose, their just deserts for having the entire world bend to their knee.
Now that I think about it, I would be a "Faunus" here. Nobody in this world would think about Interdimensional Aliens.
I sighed.
"Status."
[Name: Kaelith]
[Age: 16]
[Race: Saiyan]
[LVL: 8]
[EXP: 25/800]
[HP: 5000]
[MP: 15000]
[Strength: 25]
[Agility: 35]
[Vitality: 25]
[Intelligence: 1500]
[Wisdom: 300]
[Luck: 30]
[Faith: 0]
[Stat Points: 80]
[Affiliations: None]
[Occupations: None]
[Drawbacks: When Someone grabs your tail, you become immobilised as you are put through immense pain. This can be removed through mastering the Great Ape transformation.]
I sighed, looking at the points. I wanted to use a few, yet knowing Kaelith's power level was 2500. That would mean that I was faster than light... by a bit.
I could save them.
Although there was one thing I needed to do...
"Menu."
[Menu:]
[Stats]
[Skills]
[Items]
[Mini Map]
[World Details]
[Quests]
[Racial Traits]
[Tutorial]
[Dimension Travel (Locked: Must complete World to unlock)]
[Options]
I wanted to understand how the system worked. And realised that to do that, the Tutorial was required.
I could accurately guess what it did but I needed to know a lot more.
[Tutorial:]
[Name
Age: (Your Age)
Race: (Your Race)]
[Level: Your Current Level]
[EXP: Current EXP/ EXP Needed to Level Up. EXP requirements scale with level.]
[HP (Health Points): Based on Vitality
MP (Mana Points):Based on Intelligence
Faith Energy: Based on Faith Stat (Used for divine abilities.)]
[Strength: Physical power and supernatural strength.
Agility: Speed, reflexes, and dexterity.
Vitality: Increases HP (Base: +50 HP per point, varies by race.)
Intelligence: Increases MP (Base: +20 MP per point, varies by race.)
Wisdom: Boosts the damage of supernatural abilities and magical damage.
Luck: Affects fortune, and probability.
Faith: Key to divine abilities, increases through worship and belief.]
[All stats can be increased Via training:
Strength: Push Ups, and other exercises.
Agility: Dextrous training, running, and other things.
Vitality: Taking care of your body. Eating the correct amount, resting, and doing things that work. "Work Hard, Study well, eat and sleep plenty."
Intelligence: Reading.
Wisdom: Learning about philosophy and the like.
Luck: Gambling.]
[Stat points can be used to increase them by 1 point. 1 Level up is 10 stat points.]
[Faith is the only stat that cannot be increased via this method, as it requires Worship and Belief.]
[Other Information:
Drawbacks: Race-based weaknesses or penalties.
Affiliations: Organizations you are a part of.
Occupations: Jobs, roles, and responsibilities.]
[Skills Ranked from F → EX, some have levels. All Ranks: F, E. D-, D+, C-, C+, B-, B, B+. A-, A, A+, S-, S, S+, EX
Item Skills: Require a specific item. (Always max level.)
Passive Skills: Always active, no activation needed.
Active Skills: Require conscious activation.
Hybrid Skills: Active and passive in nature.
Racial Skills: Unique to your race.]
That was what I expected. Well the sheer extent of them anyways. That was a lot to keep in mind.
Still, 25 Agility meant faster than Light speeds?
I felt as if something was wrong, and sighed as I pulled an old memory from a Dragon Ball power scaling debate I had taken part in, back when I was Sumire.
A power Level of 400, meant around 0.5 times SoL and moon buster level with feats and slight statements with frame by frames, and I with 2500... fucking hell did I need to put points into any of my stats.
I would be moving at 3.4 times the speed of light at full power.
Wait could I suppress my Ki? I mean, I have Ki sense. And that was after learning to suppress one's Ki. Questions for later I suppose.
Funnily enough, I was explaining Nasuverse power scaling. And how Dragon Ball was low complex Multiversal compared to the Outerversal that the Nasuverse was.
I guess the best way, was to run myself...
I crouched down, placing both hands down on the grass... the softness felt nice but I was waiting. With an instant, I raised my hips focusing directly forwards. And then, in an instant, my legs drove forwards the world shifting as soon as I took the first step.
A crack, a boom—a deafening explosion echoed behind me as the very air seemed to shatter under the force of my movement. The ground blurred into streaks of colour, the trees stretching into neon lines of brown and green, warping and bending around me like some surreal fever dream. The wind wasn't just wind—it was a wall, a crushing force that should have torn me apart. But my body, built for this, endured it effortlessly.
My heart pounded, not from exertion, but from the sheer intensity of what I was experiencing. Every step was a burst of acceleration, every muscle movement a violent explosion of force that sent me hurtling across the landscape, in a controlled sprint.
I could see everything—every blade of grass bending in response to the shockwaves I left in my wake, every leaf trembling from my passage, every displaced particle of dust suspended in the air like frozen static. If I twitched so much as twitched, I'd cover kilometres in an instant.
I felt the planet beneath me, the sheer scale of it insignificant against my speed. The curvature of the world, something I never thought about before, was visible—the way the ground dipped and shifted with the planet's rotation.
The sky warped as I pushed forward, the very air burning, ionizing, splitting apart under the sheer energy of my presence. The colours of the world shifted—blues and purples twisted, stars faintly visible even in daylight as my motion distorted the wavelengths of light around me. It wasn't just speed—it was an entirely new perspective of the universe itself.
I had broken the sound barrier in an instant, left it so far behind that I couldn't even hear the boom. The very concept of friction felt meaningless. The world had become my playground, and I... I was merely travelling faster than high calibre bullets in a gun.
My muscles flexed just right, my balance stayed perfect even with the ridiculous forces pressing against me. I could tell, just tell, that I could stop on a dime if I needed to. I wasn't going to slam into a mountain and smear myself across the rock like an idiot.
After a bit, I could see the city.
But seeing at how quickly I had found one... I decided to go there.
I didn't know its name, didn't care. It was there, a shining mass of buildings and lights in the distance—only, it wasn't in the distance for long. In the span of a breath, I closed the gap, the towering skyscrapers appearing before me as though someone had just teleported them into view.
I dug my heels into the ground. The act should have pulverized my legs, sent my bones shooting out of my skin, but I had absorbed the force like it was nothing. The road beneath me cracked and buckled under the sudden deceleration. Sparks flew, concrete shattered, and yet, I stopped.
Dead centre in the city streets.
And the world around me took a moment to catch up.
The wind howled behind me as the air pressure I'd displaced came crashing in, an artificial storm forming in my wake. Loose objects—trash cans, bags, even signs—went flying from the sheer force of my arrival. Windows rattled, a few outright shattering, setting off car alarms in a chaotic symphony.
And the people?
Oh, they noticed.
Every single civilian in the area froze.
Some had fallen on their asses from the sheer shock of my sudden materialization. Others stood wide-eyed, jaws slack, like they had just witnessed a divine event.
Hell, in a way, they had.
I straightened, brushing dust off my new Saiyan armour.
And then I realized something.
Every single person was staring at me.
Oh. Right. That's what happens when someone appears out of thin air, accompanied by a shockwave capable of waking the dead.
A man wearing a business suit slowly pointed at me. "W-Where the hell did you come from!?"
A woman, her hair frizzed from the static still lingering in the air, stammered, "S-She just—just appeared!"
People murmured, voices rising in panicked confusion. Some were already pulling out scrolls—essentially phones—to record or call someone.
I sighed.
Well, there went any chance of a subtle entrance.
Still, I was here. The city stood before me.
I sighed, and moved to the woman. "Where's the nearest Ramen stand?"
The woman blinked.
Of all the things I could've asked—of all the questions that might've made sense after literally tearing through the laws of physics—that was the one I went with?
But honestly, I was a Saiyan, who hadn't eaten in a few hours. So priorities.
I should probably find a way to get more soon. Hmm, maybe I'll also unlock my Aura. Which would create a skill, probably? Eh doesn't matter.
Besides I want to avoid to press that this would give me.
"A-A ramen stand?" she echoed, as if making sure she heard me right.
"Yes," I said, nodding. "Noodles. Broth. Deliciousness. Where?"
She just pointed down the street, still visibly shaken, her hand trembling like she was directing the Grim Reaper to his next appointment.
"Uh, there's one a few blocks down—Naka's, I think—why are you—"
I didn't wait for her to finish.
With a casual step forward, I blurred out of existence, reappearing right in front of the ramen stand she had pointed at, my sudden arrival causing an old man behind the counter to drop a ladle into a pot.
A couple of customers who had been eating in peace nearly choked on their food. One dude actually fell off his stool.
The chef—who looked like he'd seen everything life had to offer and was unimpressed by all of it—just scratched his beard and gave me a look.
"Fastest damn customer I've ever had," he muttered. "What'll it be?"
I slid onto a stool, ignoring the lingering stares of the other patrons. "Large miso ramen. Extra pork. Extra eggs. Double noodles. And a bottle of water."
The old man nodded, already back to stirring the pot. "That'll be 300 Lien."
I tossed a handful of Lien onto the counter without hesitation.
I could feel people still watching me. Whispers, muttering—hell, one guy had his Scroll up, recording me like I was some rare animal caught on tape.
I didn't blame them.
A teenager had just appeared out of nowhere, cracked the pavement, caused a localized hurricane, and then immediately sat down to eat ramen like it was a Tuesday afternoon.
But right now, I had bigger concerns.
Like food.
The old man placed the bowl in front of me, steam rising from the golden broth, the scent hitting me like a freight train.
I lifted my chopsticks, hands steady.
Then I inhaled my food at speeds that could only be described as unfair.
Slurping, chewing, swallowing—gone.
The entire bowl disappeared in less than thirty seconds.
I placed the empty bowl down with a satisfied sigh. "Another."
The chef just nodded, already refilling the pot.
That was when the chair beside me scraped against the floor.
I glanced to my side.
A man had sat down. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Short-cropped hair, a little stubble on his chin. He had the kind of presence that suggested he was used to people listening when he talked.
"That was quite the entrance," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Mind telling me who you are?"
I sighed.
"Do I look like I want to talk right now?" I said, motioning to my empty bowl. "I'm busy. Eating."
His brow twitched. "And after?"
I smirked, resting my elbow on the counter, propping my chin up.
"Depends," I said. "Are you a cop?"
He shook his head. "Hunter."
Oh.
Well, that explained the confidence.
A licensed Huntsman, huh? That meant he was probably strong—by this world's standards, anyway.
"Right," I said. "And what's a Hunter want with little ol' me?"
He leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly. "The way you got here. The shockwave. The damage. We're lucky no one got hurt, but that kind of power doesn't go unnoticed."
I tilted my head. "Uh-huh. And?"
He exhaled through his nose. "And I'd really like to know if you're a threat."
I gave him my best, most innocent smile.
"That depends," I said. "Do you consider a very hungry girl with an ungodly amount of power a threat?"
His expression remained unreadable.
The chef placed my second bowl down in front of me, and I immediately went back to eating.
The Hunter didn't leave.
I stopped after eating 10 bowls exactly.
I placed the exact amount down.
"Ah, much better."
I unfurled my tail and stretched.
The Hunter's eyes flicked downward, locking onto the tail I had so casually unfurled. I could practically see the gears turning in his head.
Faunus. That's what he'd assume. That's what I wanted him to assume.
It was better this way. No need to explain interdimensional travel, Saiyan biology, or why I was capable of reducing entire landscapes to rubble just by moving too fast. People were already wary of Faunus as it was—no one would bat an eye at a Faunus with superhuman abilities. Well, they'd bat an eye, but at least it wouldn't involve interrogations about whether I was an alien.
I stretched my arms above my head, letting out a satisfied sigh. "You done staring?"
The Hunter blinked, as if realizing he'd been caught. He cleared his throat. "Didn't expect a Faunus to be capable of… that."
I gave him a lazy smirk. "What, moving fast? I thought you lot were used to absurd levels of power."
He folded his arms, clearly not convinced. "There's strong, and then there's whatever the hell you just did."
"Talent," I said simply, grabbing a napkin to wipe my mouth. "And you ever hear of hard work?"
He didn't seem amused. "You've got a name?"
I could lie. Maybe I should've. But considering my entrance had probably been caught on a dozen Scrolls, and my face was likely already making its way through some government database, lying about my identity would just complicate things later.
"Kaelith," I said, standing up and rolling my shoulders. "No last name."
His brow furrowed slightly. "No affiliation?"
"None."
"Background?"
I gave him a flat look. "Do I look like I want to give my life story to some random guy in a ramen shop?"
His lips pressed into a thin line. "You're going to attract attention."
I snorted. "That ship sailed the moment I broke the sound barrier."
I could tell he wanted to press further. The whole 'mysterious superpowered Faunus appearing out of nowhere' thing probably set off every alarm in his Hunter-trained brain. But he also seemed to realize that I wasn't in the mood for a full-blown interrogation.
He exhaled through his nose. "You planning on sticking around?"
"For a bit." I adjusted my armour slightly. "Figured I'd check out the city. Maybe make some money, get some supplies, and see about getting into Beacon."
That made him pause. "You want to be a Huntress?"
I shrugged. "Something like that."
His eyes scanned me again, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle with half the pieces missing. Eventually, he sighed. "If you're serious about Beacon, you're going to need an official recommendation or a sponsor."
I raised an eyebrow. "That so?"
He nodded. "The entrance exam isn't something just anyone can waltz into. Usually, you need to have attended a combat school or have a Hunter vouch for you."
I tapped my chin. "And if I don't have either?"
He studied me for a moment. "Then you'll have to make a damn good impression."
I grinned. "Good thing I'm great at those."
The chef, still unfazed by my entire existence, let out a gruff chuckle. "That's one way to put it."
"Okay, by the way, where's a map?"
The Hunter sighed, rubbing his temples as if debating whether this conversation was worth the impending headache. "You're in Arcadia," he finally said. "One of the larger cities under Vale's jurisdiction."
Arcadia. Huh. I had no idea where that was in relation to everything else, but at least I knew I was still within the Kingdom of Vale. Good. That meant I was at least somewhat in the right place.
"Right," I said, glancing around. "And where can I get a map?"
The Hunter gestured vaguely down the street. "There's a tourist office near the central plaza. You can get a digital map there."
I frowned. "Physical maps?"
He gave me a look like I'd just asked for directions to the nearest blacksmith. "I… guess they might have some, but why not just download one on your Scroll?"
I clicked my tongue. "Don't have one."
The Hunter's eyes narrowed. "No Scroll?"
"New to town," I said lazily. "Didn't exactly have time to get one before breaking the laws of physics on my way here."
He sighed again, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, Why do I always get the weird ones? Then, shaking his head, he pulled out his own Scroll, tapped a few buttons, and held it out to me. "Here. Map of Arcadia. You can memorize it, right?"
I smirked, leaning in slightly to scan the image. "I like how you assume I'm some kind of genius."
He didn't even blink. "You moved faster than my eyes could track, cracked the street on landing, and ate ten bowls of ramen in five minutes without looking winded. I think it's safe to assume you're not normal."
I mean, my memory isn't even humanly possible so there was that. I kept that thought to myself obviously.
"Fair," I admitted, quickly committing the map to memory. Arcadia was big, but its layout was simple enough. Major streets, districts, and—most importantly—transport routes to Vale proper.
Beacon was there.
And I needed to get in.
Not just because it was the best way to insert myself into this world's events, but because I needed a damn good reason to punch Ruby Rose in the face without getting arrested.
Priorities.
I straightened up, stretching my arms. "Alright. I got what I need."
The Hunter didn't move, still watching me with that unreadable expression. "You planning on causing trouble?"
I gave him my most innocent smile. "Define trouble."
He exhaled through his nose. "Look. I don't know what your deal is, and honestly, I don't think I want to. But if you're serious about getting into Beacon, then you'd better not start fights in the middle of Arcadia."
I put a hand to my chest, mock-offended. "Me? Start fights? Please. I'm a law-abiding citizen."
A loud crack echoed from the road outside the ramen stand. The crater I'd left when I arrived was still there, the concrete shattered like someone had dropped a meteor onto it.
The Hunter just stared at me.
I coughed. "That doesn't count."
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just… stay out of trouble, alright?"
"No promises," I said cheerfully, before turning on my heel and strolling away.
I had a city to explore, a Scroll to acquire, and a plan to make.
Beacon was waiting after all.
First things first.
Money.
Yeah, I had some Lien from my quest reward, but I had spent 2800 of it already. Right before I left, I put the exact amount down. Besides if I wanted to keep eating like a proper Saiyan and live in an Inn I was gonna need more.
A lot more.