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 activated lightning manipulation, people would've thought it impossible, but that turned his eyes bluer. He had bits of lightning zapping through out his entire body, making his brown skin more prominent.

Of course nobody could really see his skin, but the eyes, underneath that dark hood they shone brighter than a full moon on a dark night.

People had one thought in their minds, 'god of lightning.' Which was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was rare to get such an elemental manipulation in the game, so they weren't far off either.

It was a shame that he could only use his lightning skill in such a mediocre way. He could make himself faster, he could coat lightning with Ryu, he could turn foes to charcoal.

But lightning manipulation was much more than that. It had more to offer, and unless Kiro figured it out himself, the skill would stay hidden.

The Massacre