Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

He contemplated and decided to ask Saanvi. Worst comes to worst he'd use the class chat, this was an extremely important matter of life and death, in a way.

When he found Hiro, he told him everything. While they were working out. He didn't leave a single word that was spoken, and how it was spoken.

"Good thing the dean isn't a greedy leech like the rest of them."

"Agreed. I'd have been expelled right then and there. I can't believe that little witch Ursa."

"You seriously don't have Isla's phone ID? I have Saanvi's, if you move that slow others will snatch her."

"Wh-what? Don't say weird things. They can snatch her. More importantly, call Saanvi for me."

Saanvi was visibly annoyed when they called her. Especially upon realising that it wasn't just Hiro.

"I thought you said you were on good terms." He mumbled to Hiro.

"I don't have Isla's phone ID, why would I?"

"Uh, because you're friends?" Kiro answered confused.

Needing Her