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

As tired as he was, he didn't want what he was feeling to disappear. So he twisted the door knob without taking a break this time, Hubris didn't ask he just followed right behind his heels.

They entered a mysterious room bathed in a soft, ethereal hue. It was very warm and welcoming. Right by what should've been a window stood a big ancient table, with two chairs already set on each end.

Atop which rested a chessboard, in the not so usual black and white colours but in ones Kiro couldn't exactly comprehend but to him they looked red and black, that's the best his tiny brain could come up with. A glowing orb was hovering, gifting the whole space light.

Curiosity and determination surged within his heart as they approached the table. Kiro didn't particularly like chess, but he liked the mental stimulation it gave him if he played with someone good enough and where he came from there weren't a lot of those.

Mysterious Library