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 wasn't particularly tired, he felt refreshed after the battle. But he wanted to laze around nonetheless. He reckon he deserved to relax after spending 6 months trying to wake up. It was a call for celebration.

He roasted every fish they collected and seasoned it, this alone took him hours. So much so, he was already complaining about teaching Hubris how to do this. But after all that, it was time to feast and feast they did.

"Too bad there's no drinks!" Kiro complained.

Without a word, Hubris ran to a tree, cutting it cleanly and making makeshift mugs for them. Then scooping some ocean water, and returning in record time.

Kiro looked at him like he was crazy, "I'm not drinking that. When I said drinks I didn't mean ocean water. Ocean water is dirty and salty."

Kiro hesitantly took the mug, taking only a sip. The taste was bittersweet, what's more it made his insides burn, in a relaxing kind of way.

At The Beach