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

Walking around the capital with a beast brought him more attention than the fight with Isaac. It was the most embarrassing thing, good thing he had a hood over his head. So people barely recognised who it was.

The laughters from NPC children, how carefree they were, playing their games, made Kiro forget a little about the outside world. He wished he could stay here forever, a game that didn't have consequences. Can't do it? You can always try again until you can.

"Wishful thinking." He mumbled, taking in the fresh air.

He was about to leave the capital's square when two figures walking in front of him caught his attention with the conversation they were having.

"It's absolutely crucial we get the loot from the world boss, otherwise boss wouldn't be very happy," said the skinnier of the two.

"Sometimes I wish I didn't join the Crow Mafia Gang—"

Finally, Them