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

They were so immersed in their conversations, that they didn't take the chance to look at the city around them, the environment, the beings that lived within it.

Now that they walked in silence, they could see it all. The city was well beyond their expectations, Kiro didn't think the city would be this futuristic. It didn't hold a candle to the ones in his world but this was still impressive.

He suddenly understood where Hubris got his natural building skills from, although they were shabby he was still able to erect usable shelter.

The city had buildings he wasn't familair with, they weren't skyscrapers, but the design was very advanced. It was the first time he saw them, as the wall surrounding the city engulfed it completely, making the outside world oblivious of what was inside.

The Rightful Heir, II