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

[Your mount is going through metamorphosis]

Kiro watched the excruciating process, he figured it must've been since he could hear every one of his bones cracking and mending.

All Hubris was capable of doing was groaning and moaning.

This was unheard of, usually the tamer would go through a lot just to get it's mount to level up let alone evolution. But here was Hubris, the great shame he suffered turned into a trauma, which turned into his greatest strength and triggered an evolution.

An evolution his body wasn't quite ready for. This why this moment of supposed celebration, became one of pain to him, his body was still too weak.

Kiro decided to ignore him, he figured he deserved at least this for almost getting themselves killed.

Under The Mountain Sky