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

They all looked around but they couldn't see anything. Nothing moved, there was silence except for the occasional creaks of the trees.

"That's not very funny guild master." Von exclaimed.

But Isla wasn't laughing, she was looking, she could see things they couldn't thanks to her spirits. She counted and there were about 6 coming their way, they closed the huge distance in a matter of seconds and reached where they had taken refuge.

"Get ready to fight, there are 6 of them and they are pissed off." She warned.

Sure enough, a pair of 11 red eyes presented themselves. One them had their eye gauged out, it was clearly their leader.

"I thought the system said that little shit was a stray?" Erik questioned.

[Yes it was. These ones are as well. An alliance can exist within strays, there's nothing surprising about that. Good luck.]

Werewolf Crypt, III