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

With the crystal securely in Kiro's possession, their minds were buzzing with anticipation. They knew that this seemingly ordinary crystal held extraordinary power, but its true nature and purpose remained a mystery. As they regrouped in a nearby chamber, they examined the crystal, searching for any clues hidden within its greenish radiant glow.

The crystal emanated a soft, pulsating light, casting a bewitching spell on them. Its surface was rough but flawless, with sophisticated patterns swimming within, as if galaxies were trapped within its rough exterior. It seemed to whisper promises of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

"That thing seems dangerous, but alluring at the same time?" Hubris commented.

"It's the mystery, buddy." Kiro smirked.

The Power of The Crystal