The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 120: A Saunter Through the Fog

Walking though the mist a thin veneer of water came to coat across Parc's body, not enough to thoroughly drench his clothing but enough that small droplets were beginning to form over top of his clothing. The same to be said for Summer and Ferry as Parc was faintly able to see through the mist how their old clothes also were growing shades darker the longer they walked.

"How long have you two been here for?" deciding to break the silence between them Parc asked.

Ferry seemed to jump at his voice and shot her head back to look at him, calming when she saw him simply following behind. Summer on the other hand kept calm as if she had a pair of eyes on the back of her head that told her what he was doing.

"Too long," she curtly answered.

"That much is obvious considering you two are basically skeletons. Have you been here for six months? A year? More?"

Summer frowned and reached a hand up to grip her shoulder where she could feel her scapula through her skin, she knew she had thinned but being told upfront how skeletal she was, was still uncomfortable. "I don't know. It's hard to tell days from nights when you're stuck in the mist. But if I had to guess nine ten years?" her nails dug through her ragged top and into her skin, threatening to tear it open as all her thoughts fell to two girls, her daughters, "I don't know exactly," she looked to Ferry and compared her to when they first arrived on the island. Back then Ferry was just a small girl, right around Ruby'sher daughtersage but now she reminded her of herself in her early days at Beacon, the very academy where she had learnt to fight the grimm and where her trust was broken.

Noticing her look Ferry curiously tilted her head, horse ear flicking as she caught the sound of another group of shamblers and alerted Summer to them who then altered their course to avoid them.

Parc hissed; ten year trapped on this humid place? He wouldn't be able to keep his sanity like her, "jesus, no bullheads came for you? No ships? Wouldn't someone at least come to this island every once in a while?"

"This island is a Black-zone, unless there's a reason for someone to come no one's coming. And considering we're still here, no has seen a need to come here."

He hadn't heard that term before, 'Black-zone,' he'd heard of terms like the Grimmlands in the fansites which were where the main antagonist of the series, Salem likely resided. But through some simple extrapolation Parc was able to guess it was likely to refer to a zone to dense with Grimm or deemed not worthy for inhabitation.

"And there's no one else here? Is it only you two?" was he asking too many questions, most likely but a new world required new information, especially when the one giving it was supposedly supposed to be dead.

Summer remained silent for a few breaths before speaking up with a harsh undertone, "no, there's others here. Criminals, they've taken over the northern part of the island. They've set up an illegal dust refinery and have been mining a vein they've found close to their base to fuel it."

At this Parc perked up, 'a dust vein, that could be useful,' as much as he enjoyed going along with the flow of the story in his previous world with Akame and the Night Raid girls, he could tell this world was going to be more complex and time consuming. Especially when his challenge came into play as he learnt while questioning Luna in the Court of Conquests, that when a challenge is accepted, the world cannot be completed until the challenge has been completed. So depending on the type of challenge one got and its difficulty one could end up trapped on a world for the rest of their lives. A thing that Luna had told him happened all to often with the younger Conquerors. She had even told Parc to be careful after seeing which one he had gotten and its inherent difficulty.

She had also explained that there were two main types of challenges, the ones that needed to be completed and the type that put limitations on the conqueror. Things such as not being able to use any items or abilities essentially turning the conqueror into a plain human fell into this category.

Unfortunately for Parc this wasn't what he got, in his case he got a little something called 'Unity' and it needed him to Unite all of Remnant under a single flag. Which considering it was separated into four kingdoms plus one basically auxiliary kingdom of Menagerie that the faunus were 'gifted' not long after the Great war. Which was more a slap in the face than anything considering two thirds of the entire continent was uninhabitable desert.

And as much as Salem in all her dark lord Voldemort-esque glory was scary, she wasn't enough to unite remnant. It was simply inevitable that her subversion and assaults using her grimm would fail. Sure they would 'unite' kingdoms but for how long?

Now it was up to Parc to figure out how to Unite an entire world under a single banner, which was going to be incredibly difficult and would require a lot of resources. Dust more than likely to be the largest alongside personnel. Building materials, wood, stone, glass and the what not weren't a massive issue as he had a decent collection in the satchel from his Terrarium he could make use of to build up whatever he needed though metals would still be needed as he had opted more to collect building materials so he could set up a halfway decent headquarters. Exactly where, he wasn't quite sure yet.

This island could work but it seemed a little too small and out of the way, he'd need something more open and on one of the continents preferably somewhere he wouldn't have to worry about interference from outer forces like Atlas or the great and not so powerful Ozpin.

'I'll figure that out later, for now I should focus on getting my hands on that mine,' with a mine untouched by the Schnee Dust Corporation, Parc would have the perfect stepping off point to further his strength. "Summer, do you know what type of Dust is in that mine?"

Turning her gaze back to him with a quizzical brow she frowned, questioning his question but answering it nonetheless, "it's a mix from what I saw, Water, and electricity I think it was. We never got too close incase they caught us. And we're not going to risk going near them if that's what your planning."

"Heh, trust me Summer, I wouldn't bring either of you anywhere when you look like twigs."

"I take offense to that," Ferry said from the side, ears still swivelling but slowing as they passed the mist into a small clearing where Parc could see what looked to have once been a radio station with a large, albeit rusted and fallen antenna with poorly made, but sturdy looking wood and dirt walls across a small moat where Parc could he groans of the zombie grimm known as shamblers.

"So this is where you two have made your home?" he whistled, continuing to walk with Summer and Ferry, stopping right at the edge of the three-metre-deep moat where a shambler was feebly trying to claw at his feet. A noise to his right from Ferry cracking her whip out to knock some latch above a drawbridge structure to release it and bring it down to let them cross over it and into the threshold of the station.

"There weren't many other options," Summer mumbled and walked past a broken door and into the building followed by Ferry then Parc.

Stopping halfway into the station proper, Summer turned to face Parc, spear held close to the tip and lifted it to point directly at Parc's neck, "if you try anything, I will slit your throat and throw you to the shamblers as lunch."

Parc snorted, he wasn't dumb enough to 'try anything' as she said, didn't mean he didn't have a bit of pisass in him, "define anything." Because if she truly meant anything as in everything, that was going to be a disappointment. If she didn't, then he was certainly going to try something with either or both of the girls. Even if one of them was technically still officially married to a man she hadn't seen for ten years and had likely moved on by now, it depended on her really.

"You try to harm me or Ferry, and that's the end of it. Now, come with me and we can properly talk," she nudged the speartip to the side and pointed it towards a rotten door that hadn't fallen from its hinges leading deeper into the building where Ferry had walked off to.

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As much as I truly do love coming up with new worlds to add to the roster of possibile future worlds. I do also want characters, I am far from someone entirely 'versed' in most forms of media, plus, it's just unrealistic I'll do every world out there, so if there's a character you'd like to maybe see in the future, I've got a channel in the discord for exactly that reason.

Been a little 'off' of reading comments recently, so I may not see it if you comment it here. (Mostly due to the minority negative comments. Or just the sheer amount of comments I get now. Big numbers are sort of intimidating...)

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Second, question about world length/girl totals. I have a tendency of collating as many of the worlds girls as possible+adding my own few (either OC or crossover (or suggestions by you all)) and want to ask your thoughts on it? RWBY will stay pretty much the same as I'm planning with me doing mostly 1-4 chaps with most girls while a few of the more important ones will have much larger character development/more scenes. But how I do it in future worlds depends on what you all want. A smaller more detailed cast? a large cast? or a blend? (Seriously though, send me characters you may want to see in the future.) (Other options include having small casts in certain worlds and large casts in other worlds, maybe something along the lines of small cast one world, large cast next world like with AkG and RWBY now?)

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I always have so many questions for you all. This one is simpler and associated with RWBY. I don't particularly 'agree' (nor do I really disagree) with this fan-theory, but what do you all think on the 'Qrow is Ruby's father' theory? Would you want me to do something with that or no?

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Oh yeah, before I forget, by the time you are reading this I'll likely be moving house, so the next update may take a bit longer. (And I want to maybe go on and do a short rewrite of a future chapter. Not sure, I'll check how my patrons feel about said chapter.)