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

[You've encountered an Insecti. They're a species that reside around these parts. Although this one is way too far from home.]

"And you didn't detect it when it bit me?"

"Useless." Kiro mumbled. "No matter how I look at it, that's just a humanoid mosquito."

Kiro was a bit tired from fighting it out with Hubris, he gave him dirty looks. Hubris simply looked away.

[You've encountered the King of the Squito.

'Are you even allowed to talk to me like that? sigh.'

"Who are you calling an insect, kid?" It said ominously.

Kiro darted his eyes, to find this mosquito but it wasn't where it originally was. A surge of panic washed over him.

Dangers