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

He ran through the trees at amazing speeds. Using every skill in his arsenal that helped with speed, he didn't even leave after images, every tree he passed complained because of the gust of wind he created. He was practically insivible as he went.

He kept looking back to see whatever it was that made him run this fast.

The forest was huge, so he wanted to explore it while they waited to see how they could infiltrate the enemy. But lazying around and just training bored Kiro to death, on the same day he decided to explore he went in too deep and discovered translucent beings.

He had no idea whether they were weak or destructive but he didn't stick around to find out. He wasn't really scared of them.

He just knew that causing a ruckus here would attract troublesome flies. That would absolutely blow their cover. That would make Hubris angrier than he was at the moment, so Kiro avoided using any of his flashy skills to avoid being detected.

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