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 Ice mountain trolls.

The ice trolls were made of ice, but neither of them expected for them be so tiny that they wouldn't even reach Kiro's knees. To make matters worse they were faceless.

They looked like faceless garden gnomes. They made a grunting sound, occasionally. The trolls had a grotesque charm about them, they were very hard to look at.

"Why? They're so small, we could crash them with just our feet."

"That's exactly why! They'll have an easier time dodging attacks."

"Not if I use my flames." Hubris said more to himself.

He didn't wait for Kiro's commands, as he took strides toward the closest troll and sliced it in half. It exploded into a tiny pieces.

Ice Mountain Trolls