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 they agreed, Hubris let them train. He was busy with things Kiro refused to get himself involved in, which was paperwork. He wasn't dumb or anything, he just didn't like sitting around pushing papers. He didn't get this game to do all that, his body liked to be active so that's what he did in here.

The spectres he was training were children, so they were naive and small-minded. There were things they didn't understand, things like why they wanted to go to war with a king. To them, a king meant someone good, overlooking and taking care of people.

They had no concept of bad, just good. Kiro had to teach them from scratch, he hated breaking their innocent spirits but this needed to be done. Not just for the mission they have, but also for their safety.

Training