Praise to Jaune(GOD)

In the vast and surreal dimensional domain known simply as "Playground," the concept of reality seemed like a blur of logic and abstraction. The laws of physics, so unbreakable in lower dimensions, here were mere whims, constantly shaped by the thoughts and desires of its inhabitants. But this was the realm of one singular being: God Arthur, the omnipotent entity, and paradoxically, bored, preferring the comfort of his own indolence to any demonstration of his divinity.

The cosmos around him was an infinite dance of transformation. The stars did not remain fixed but serpentined through space like living creatures, changing in form and color as they moved. The sky, if it could even be called that, was an endless kaleidoscope of cool tones — deep blues, glowing greens, ethereal violets — swirling and intertwining in hypnotic patterns. Geometric forms of higher dimensions floated in the void: hypercubes pulsed with energy that defied comprehension; four- and five-dimensional pyramids unfolded within themselves, revealing inner spaces that should not exist. Everything seemed to vibrate with an invisible frequency, a silent symphony that only those with expanded minds could hear.

At the center of this whirlwind of impossibilities floated the abode of God Arthur: a colossal island, suspended in the void by sheer force of his will. The island was a chaotic amalgamation of everything Arthur found interesting. Instead of trees, swords of all shapes and sizes sprouted from the ground like metallic flora, some glowing with the light of ancient runes, others so sharp that the air itself seemed to hesitate around them. Towers made of four-dimensional cubes rose from the ground, their angles constantly shifting, defying any attempt at understanding.

Among these bizarre structures, there were massive toys: a pink plastic robot with glowing eyes rested on its side, like a forgotten statue from a childish civilization. Futuristic and fantasy weapons were scattered everywhere, each with an aesthetic that blended deadly functionality and playful appearance. A colossal cannon, painted with yellow and blue stripes, rested at the edge of the island, pointing toward infinity. Beside it, a sword as long as a mountain floated slowly in the air, its metal tinged with red and gold, as though reflecting an invisible flame.

At the highest point of this organized chaos stood an improvised tower made of weapons and toys, stacked in an unstable yet strangely harmonious manner. And at the top of this improbable pile, lazily lying on his back, was God Arthur.

He was a disconcerting sight: his skin was an almost supernatural whiteness, contrasting with his blonde hair that seemed to capture the light of the environment, emitting a subtle golden glow. His eyes were permanently covered by a black rectangular shape (Censorship), a mark that censored his eyes and seemed to serve no practical purpose, but one he wore with pride. He wore a simple white t-shirt with the words "Praise to GOD" printed in large, sloppy letters, as if he had bought it at some cheap store.

In Arthur's hands, a small device glowed — a smartphone, completely out of place in such a grand environment. He slid his finger across the screen, his face wearing a carefree smile as he explored some random app. His fingers moved mechanically, a stark contrast to the chaotic cosmos around him.

Arthur sighed. A sigh so deep that the sound waves reverberated through the dimension, causing the nearby geometric forms to tremble slightly. "Nothing new on the feed..." he murmured, his voice echoing like a gentle thunder throughout the space. The sound was both apathetic and filled with power, as though the words themselves could rewrite reality if he wished.

With a casual gesture, he tossed the phone aside, but it didn't fall. Instead, it began to orbit around him, slowly spinning in the air. Arthur turned his head to look at the emptiness before him. "I could create something new... maybe an entire universe? Or an epic saga with dragons and zombies... but that takes so much effort," he said, laughing at himself.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, an explosion of light occurred on the horizon, and a new set of stars was born, their vibrant colors dancing like fireworks. Arthur watched the spectacle for a few seconds before shrugging. "Cool... but kind of cliché," he commented, letting his hand fall beside him.

His floating island continued to rotate slowly in space, surrounded by fragments of reality he had discarded or created on a whim. A bridge floated in the air, leading nowhere; golden chains hung from it, shining as though they had been forged from stars. A deserted battlefield, with giant mechas frozen in dramatic poses, could be seen in the distance. Every corner of the island seemed like a lost memory, an idea Arthur had had and forgotten in his laziness.

Despite his infinite power, there was a disconcerting simplicity to his existence. God Arthur, the supreme being of a dimension that transcended human understanding, was bored. He had all the time and power in the multiverse, but he preferred to spend his days lying on a pile of toys and weapons, fiddling with his phone, and contemplating creation in a casual way.

And so, at the height of his divine boredom, God Arthur continued his existence. His dimension — a living chaos of forms and colors — seemed to breathe around him, patiently waiting for any spark of interest to arise from its creator. But for now, Arthur simply closed his eyes, a lazy smile still on his face, letting himself be carried away by the tranquility of his own tedium.

"L-lord Arthur?" And this tranquility gave way to a wild smile on the face of the Omnipotent God.

"LIBUUURR! How's my favorite weapon doing?" the god spoke — still lazily lying atop his pile — as a new person made herself known.

Libur, or rather, Excalibur. An "Ego Weapon" of Arthur, a living weapon with a soul, body, and personality.

Something Arthur had created out of boredom. Libur was his current forgotten favorite weapon that he hardly used.

She was a beautiful young woman with pale skin and long white hair tied in a huge braid, her golden eyes shining. She wore a simple dark sleeveless dress.

"Did you call me, Arthur-nim?" The Ego Weapon asked hesitantly, looking around as though she was using every ounce of courage in front of her creator.

'Did he?' thought the god before picking up the floating phone in his hands and seeing that — yes, he had called — she was right.

"Uh... well..." Arthur had no idea what to ask of her! He had called her out of pure boredom, without really needing anything, and now he had a cute weapon wanting attention — Great job, Arthur — and had no idea what to do. "Well... would you like to watch a series?" That was the best he could come up with.

"W-HAAT?! I mean, OF COURSE!" she immediately agreed while standing before him.

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After what seemed like hours of awkward silence, Arthur simply created a massive TV in front of him and waved for her to lie beside him as he turned on the view to some universe (yes, he watched universes like TV shows).

'What was the name of this universe again? Rudy?... no, Robin?... nah... RWBY! That's it!' This was one of the random worlds he had created and left for trainee gods to take care of.

And so, he started watching the world with Libur by his side, eagerly watching the world.

It was... terribly interesting. Not the best universe he'd ever seen, but it killed the boredom, and Libur seemed to like the "Mecha Sift" weapons. He had to give credit to his trainees, they knew how to mess up a world for fun. Also, the people were quite beautiful—

"WAIT?! IS THAT ME?!" And he wasn't mistaken; there, in 4D, was a mediocre and human version of himself. "I'm going to kill these trainees."

Not only was this doppleganger ridiculously weak, but it was also submissive and an idiot! Come on! He was GOD ARTHUR! THE FUCKING OMNIPOTENT ONE! CREATOR OF THE WORLD! HE-IS-GOD.

Why did they give him a secondary role? But this wouldn't stand! Damn trainee twins!

Beside him, Libur was as disgusted as her master. Seeing such a pathetic version of God Arthur was horrible. But her anger gave way to FEAR as she felt her master's murderous rage and wide grin.

"Hey, Libur... I think it's time for me to take a... little visit... outside my realm... what do you think about playing 'mortals'? Let's visit this world my lovely trainees made in my honor!"

Libur trembled like a pale leaf at the sight of her master's fury, whatever he wanted, and before she had the chance to speak, Arthur opened a dimensional portal beneath them, pulling Libur along, and so, An arrogant, furious god and a fearful Ego Weapon entered the world known as "RWBY" because of the poor job the trainee gods had done on creating a human copy of Arthur.

And now? The god was going to PERSONALLY fix his image.

Poor Remnant.