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

Hubris didn't quite trust the monkey King, so when Kiro entered the meditative state, he didn't immediately go into his mental world. He wanted to train his astral body, but also wanted to protect his lord from potential dangers.

The monkey King looked at Hubris like he was a party. He was thoroughly entertained with how the hound was carrying himself. It was still quite unbelievable that this hellhound, was hellbent on protecting the boy. It was unheard of, so naturally, it intrigued him.

"You don't have to be so on guard. I can quite literally feel your anger, I'm not going to do anything to your master. Even if I did, there's nothing you could do."

"I don't care, I'll die before I let you do anything to him." He spoke for the first time in a long time, that's why his voice came out raspy and hoarse.

"You know, I knew your father. Bright kid, brave too."

Well of Memories