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 craned his neck in different directions trying to pinpoint where the voice had come from but he couldn't see anything. He was more pissed that this thing interrupted his breakthrough. He was this close from using lightning to control a bigger animal.

"Who dares interrupt my training?" He shot back.

At first nothing happened, but a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere. Blowing both of them and planting their faces onto the walls with such unbelievable speed they couldn't dodge.

"Are you supposed to be my descendant? How disappointing." The voice said again.

But now, a figure appeared before them. He was a feast for eyes, an extremely beautiful man with fair skin, but he had a tail. He put the golden room to shame by how divine he felt. He was tall, so tall Kiro had to prop his head up just to look at him in the face.

Inheritance or Not