MARVEL I AM DRAGON GOD

Salem, the Queen of the Grimm, stood on a jagged cliff overlooking the desolate landscape.

The air around her hummed with dark energy.

Her gaze was fixed on a distant point, a place where a new kind of power had emerged.

"He grows even more stronger,"

Salem murmured, her voice a low purr.

She was speaking of Arthur Leywin Stark, the man who had disrupted her plans at Beacon.

She felt something she hadn't been able to feel for a very long time.

A challenge. A difficult game.

"He thinks he can play on my board without consequence."

Watts, ever the careful one, adjusted his glasses.

"My Lady, the reports confirm it. The Schnee Dust Company is in disarray. Jacques Schnee is spiraling. Arthur Leywin Stark is doing something, but we can't pinpoint how."

"He is not using raw force,"

Salem mused, a cruel smile gracing her lips.

"He is manipulating the very threads of fate. A fascinating display of power. However, he is still too inexperienced."

Tyrian cackled, his tail twitching with eagerness.

"So, when do we get to play? I'm itching to introduce this 'godling' to true power."

Salem turned, her eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

"Patience, Tyrian. He is still a valuable asset. His actions are creating chaos, and chaos, my dear scorpions, is a ladder. He is weakening the foundations of Atlas, and Jacques Schnee is a particularly brittle foundation."

Salem didn't have to do anything as this young godling would do a good job for her.

'Well, when the time comes as I ascend to god hood. He may be worthy to keep my company for eternity.'

Becoming a god would give her infinite life span. And to not be truly alone.

She also needed someone who was in the same stand as her to accompany her.

This was something even she herself didn't know she needed.

Meanwhile, in Atlas, Jacques Schnee was indeed crumbling.

His office, usually a pristine reflection of his control, was a mess of scattered papers and half-empty coffee cups.

He clutched his scroll, his knuckles white.

"Another delay!"

He roared into the phone.

"The Lien-X Dust order? Untraceable! How can an entire shipment vanish?"

General Ironwood, his face etched with worry lines, stood by silently.

He had never seen Jacques so unhinged.

The subtle disruptions had escalated.

Factories were experiencing unprecedented breakdowns, key personnel were suddenly resigning for "personal reasons," and even the weather seemed to conspire against the SDC, with unexpected blizzards delaying vital transport lines.

"Jacques, you need to calm down,"

Ironwood said, trying to maintain a steady voice.

"We've had our best analysts on this for weeks. There's no evidence of sabotage. It's just… an unprecedented string of bad luck."

"Bad luck?!"

Jacques shrieked, throwing his scroll across the room, where it shattered against the wall.

"This isn't bad luck, James! This is a targeted attack! And I know who's behind it!"

Ironwood sighed.

"Arthur Leywin Stark. You've said as much. But what proof do you have? He hasn't even left Vale."

James's hatred for him had lessened a lot after having to deal with Jacques.

Compared to him. Arthur was an angel.

"He doesn't need to leave Vale!"

Jacques snarled, running a hand through his thinning hair.

"He's using some kind of… ethereal influence! I feel it, James! He's chipping away at me, piece by piece! He's trying to destroy everything I've built!"

Ironwood remained quiet.

While he couldn't openly agree, a cold dread was settling in his stomach.

The sheer improbability of the SDC's misfortunes was alarming. It defied logic.

And if anyone possessed the kind of power to subtly unravel an entire corporation from afar, it might just be the enigmatic Professor Arthur.

Jacques's eyes narrowed.

"I've contacted… a specialist. Someone who operates outside the usual channels. He assures me he can discover the source of these 'anomalies' and put an end to them. Permanently."

Ironwood's eyes widened.

"Jacques, no. You can't be serious. Resorting to… those types of individuals is dangerous. It could backfire terribly."

"I have no choice!"

Jacques roared, his voice laced with desperation.

"My legacy is at stake! My company! My position! If I lose control of the SDC, the Schnee family will disown me! Nicholas's ghost will haunt me!"

Ironwood stared at him, a realization dawning. It wasn't about the company's well-being for Jacques; it was about his own power and standing.

He was terrified of losing what he had ruthlessly acquired.

'It is karma…'

Back at Beacon, oblivious to the storm brewing in Atlas, Weiss was thriving.

Her father's calls had almost completely stopped, replaced by terse messages from Winter about his escalating rage over SDC affairs.

It was a strange kind of peace.

One sunny afternoon, team RWBY was gathered in their dorm room, laughing as Ruby tried to balance a pile of cookies on her head.

"My dad's going crazy,"

Weiss said, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Winter says he's blaming everyone, even the janitors, for the SDC's problems. It's… surprisingly quiet here without his constant demands."

Ruby giggled.

"Do you think Professor Arthur is still doing his… 'subtle nudges'?"

Weiss thought of Arthur's message, the one that had settled her anxieties.

"He said he was 'distracting' him. And it certainly seems to be working."

Yang grinned, flexing her arm.

"Good. Maybe now he'll realize that not everything can be bought or forced. And maybe he'll finally leave you alone, Weiss."

Blake, ever perceptive, nodded.

"He's certainly learning a lesson in humility, even if he doesn't realize it yet. Arthur isn't fighting him; he's just showing him the limits of his control."

Weiss felt a surge of gratitude for her team.

They understood. They supported her desire to forge her own path, away from her father's suffocating influence.

Her studies were going well, and she felt a genuine sense of belonging at Beacon.

Later that evening, Weiss found herself in the training hall, practicing her Glyphs.

Arthur walked in, his presence as calm and steady as ever.

"Good evening, Weiss,"

He said, his voice soft.

"Arthur,"

Weiss replied. When they were not in the public eye.

RWBY and JNPR would treat him like a friend rather than a professor.

"My father… he seems to be in a great deal of trouble with the SDC."

Arthur gave a knowing smile.

"Yes. He is discovering that a house built on sand cannot withstand a persistent tide. His methods, while effective for a time, are inherently fragile. True strength comes from resilience, from adapting to the currents, not attempting to halt them."

Weiss considered his words.

"So, you're… teaching him a lesson?"

Arthur's smile widened slightly.

"One could say that. Some lessons are best learned through experience. He is experiencing the consequences of his own inflexibility. And in doing so, he is creating space for you to grow, free from his shadow."

He paused, then added,

"Your continued focus on your studies, your dedication to your team, and your pursuit of your own path – these are the true measures of your strength, Weiss. Not the fleeting power of a corporate empire."

Weiss felt a warmth spread through her.

He understood her, perhaps better than anyone.

She truly was safe here, building her own future, supported by those who believed in her.

The thought brought a profound sense of peace.

Weiss then thought of a certain bold idea.

She smiled and then without hesitation.

Kiss Arthur on his lips!

'I am the first one to kiss him, sorry not sorry, girls!'

…

Far away, in the grim fortress,

Salem watched the events unfold through a shimmering pool of dark magic.

"He is almost ready,"

Salem whispered, her eyes fixed on the image of Jacques Schnee, a man teetering on the brink of madness.

"The subtle pressure has pushed him to desperation. And desperate men are predictable."

Tyrian chuckled, a chilling sound.

"So, the 'specialist' he hired? He'll be stepping into a trap, won't he, My Lady?"

"Indeed,"

Salem affirmed, a dark satisfaction in her voice.

"He believes he is hiring a solution, but he is merely hiring a catalyst. A chaotic element that will draw Arthur Leywin Stark out into the open. He thinks he's playing a game of chess, but he's merely a pawn in a far grander design."

Watts looked up from his console, a rare flicker of unease in his eyes.

"My Lady, this 'specialist'… his methods are extremely… disruptive. There could be significant collateral damage."

"Collateral damage is merely the reshaping of the board, Watts,"

Salem said, her gaze returning to the swirling pool.

"Arthur Leywin Stark has proven to be a delightful variable. He has disrupted my initial plans, yes, but he has also presented new opportunities. His interference has created a vacuum, a void that I can now fill."

Her smile widened, revealing a hint of sharp teeth.

"The true game, Watts, Tyrian, is about to begin. And Arthur Leywin Stark, whether he knows it or not, will play his part perfectly."

The stage was set.

Jacques Schnee, blinded by his own fear and pride, was about to unleash a force he could not control.

Arthur Leywin Stark, quietly confident in his subtle manipulations, was about to face a direct challenge.

And Salem, the master strategist, waited in the shadows, ready to seize the chaos and bend it to her ultimate, grim purpose.

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