RWBY : Remnant Hulk

The dormitory was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, its light streaming through the window and casting gentle shadows on the walls. Team RWBY lay sound asleep in their respective bunk beds, their soft breathing the only sound filling the quiet room—except for one.

Ruby sat upright in her bed, the dim light of her bedside lamp illuminating the worn pages of the old novel she had been obsessed with. She had read this book multiple times now, ever since discovering it in the archives, but tonight, she was revisiting a particular passage—the section about Emil Blonsky.

She had learned just yesterday that Blonsky wasn't just some distant legendary figure—he was her ancestor. The revelation still made her head spin. How could someone so powerful, so utterly dominant on the battlefield, be connected to her? It felt surreal, like something out of a fairy tale. But the book didn't lie. Neither did Bruce. The man knew things—things that no one else could possibly know.

Her silver eyes scanned the page carefully, absorbing every word, every detail about the so-called Super Soldier.

Emil Blonsky was not just a strong Huntsman—he was the greatest, the most respected, the most feared warrior of his time. He was a man who could kick buses and trucks as if they were mere soccer balls, his strength rivaling the forces of nature themselves. He wasn't just fast—he was light-speed fast, maybe even faster, if one were to high-ball his abilities. His movements were a blur, a ghostly flash of destruction on the battlefield.

His semblance was a gambler's wild card, a weapon summoning ability that allowed him to materialize random weapons at will. Yet, despite the randomness of his arsenal, he wielded each weapon with absolute mastery, as if he had spent a lifetime training with each one. His tactical precision was beyond human comprehension—he could walk into a room filled with hundreds of veteran Huntsmen and Huntresses, take a single glance, and already predict every possible move they could make. With hundreds, even thousands of strategies at his disposal, he could annihilate entire squads before they even realized what was happening.

Blonsky had wiped out entire Grimm hordes single-handedly, from the weakest Beowolves to the largest and most terrifying monsters Remnant had ever known.

Yet, despite his overwhelming strength and skill, he was cursed by his own invincibility.

He was too strong. Too perfect. Too untouchable.

And that, in the end, made his life boring.

For years, he fought, but never once had he experienced a real challenge. He sliced through his enemies like paper, effortlessly toppling anyone who dared to stand against him. No foe had ever made him struggle. No battle had ever truly tested his limits.

Until the day he was given an order that changed everything.

General Thunderbolt Ross had given him a mission—to hunt down The Hulk.

Ruby paused, staring at the words on the page. This was the moment. The moment Blonsky's life had changed forever.

He had expected The Hulk to be nothing more than a mindless brute, a beast of pure destruction. He had assumed it would be another easy kill. But when he finally stood face to face with The Hulk, he felt something he hadn't felt in decades—fear.

For the first time in his life, he was losing.

The Hulk wasn't just strong—he was stronger. Blonsky had unleashed everything he had, every ounce of strength, every ounce of skill, every trick in the book. But it wasn't enough. The Hulk overpowered him at every turn. And for the first time in his life… Emil Blonsky smiled.

He had found it. The challenge he had been waiting for all his life.

His obsession with victory turned into an obsession with The Hulk. He abandoned everything—his family, his morals, his humanity—just for the chance to defeat The Hulk. He was willing to go to any lengths to surpass him.

And then, he did something irreversible.

Through a twisted, unholy experiment, Blonsky turned himself into a monster just like The Hulk—The Abomination.

Their battles shook the world, two unstoppable forces clashing in an endless struggle. But in the end… The Hulk won.

The Abomination was no more.

Blonsky was dead.

Ruby's fingers trembled as she closed the book. Her ancestor was one of the greatest Hunters in history, and yet he had fallen before The Hulk.

She lay back in her bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. Could she ever become that strong?

Would she ever reach even a fraction of Blonsky's power?

Or was it better that she didn't?

She sighed, setting the book aside and pulling her blanket over herself. Sleep slowly claimed her as her thoughts continued to swirl.

The next morning, chaos erupted in Team RWBY's dormitory.

"RUBY!" Weiss's furious voice rang through the room. "You woke up LATE!"

Ruby jolted awake, her silver eyes wide with panic. "Huh?! What?! I'm up! I'm up!"

Yang smirked, already fully dressed. "You spent too much time reading last night, didn't you?"

Blake, standing by the door, sighed. "We're going to be late for class."

Ruby gasped, grabbing a slice of bread from their small food stash, stuffing it in her mouth as she scrambled to throw on her uniform. "Why didn't you guys wake me up?!" she whined through a mouthful of bread.

Weiss crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed. "We did. Several times."

"Didn't work." Yang grinned. "You just mumbled something about 'Hulk Smash' and rolled over."

Blake gave her a deadpan look. "We were ready to leave you behind."

Ruby groaned, finally getting herself together before bolting out the door, still chewing her breakfast on the go. Her teammates followed behind her, a mix of exasperation and amusement on their faces.

As they rushed through the halls of Beacon, Weiss huffed. "Honestly, Ruby, if you're going to read all night, at least take responsibility for your actions."

Yang laughed, slinging an arm around her little sister. "Relax, Ice Queen. It's not like we've never been late before."

"Speak for yourself!" Weiss shot back. "I take punctuality very seriously!"

Blake simply accepted their fate with a quiet sigh.

And then, as they finally reached the classroom door…

Glynda Goodwitch was standing there, arms crossed, tapping her foot.

"Team RWBY." Her tone was sharp. "You're late."

Ruby gulped.

"Uh… Good morning, Professor?"

Glynda's narrowed eyes said it all.

This was going to be a long day.