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

Kiro was having a fit. He was absolutely freaking out, he had managed to stay out of sight for the whole school. But today was Monday morning, and Isla was nowhere to be seen.

"Calm down, she'll be here, she has to be." Hiro tried to console him.

"Right, because bad things never happen to good people." Kiro snapped, he didn't mean to, everything just got on his nerves.

"Sigh. I'm on your side, you know."

Kiro looked up at him, "yes, I'm sorry."

The news of course had spread through out the campuses. It must've been Isaac and Ursa, because nobody else knew. People treated Kiro harshly at the news, nobody even believed he was innocent. Nikolai and Felix had tried to console him in-game.

He logged in, but didn't do much gaming. Just played with his beasts, busking in the sun, lazying around. Being depressed.

He entered the hall and realised that, there'd be an audience today. That only made the pit in his stomach larger.

The Hearing