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

The members got up from their sits and went their separate ways. Everyone had a room of their own within the estate. Isla required every single one of them to choose their guild's headquarters as a starting point when coming online. They all obliged.

There was a big kitchen, a shop for a craftsman, a lounge. There were training grounds for every class, a training hall too. Those who were going to be attempting a dungeon went on to train.

"We need potions, weapons and armour." Isla looked at Saanvi hopefully.

"Call him yourself." She shooed Isla away.

"But he has a soft spot for you, maybe he won't charge you much!"

"Look at you, you've grown a lot since getting into the academy."

The call rang for a long time and it wasn't answered. She tried Kiro, his wasn't answered either.

"Think they're busy, in a dungeon?"

Werewolf Crypt