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

The castle was pristine, it was erected on a rocky hill, with violent waters under it. A very thin bridge went from the isolated hill to the mainland. Clearly the King had always been paranoid, so he isolated himself, making his place of hiding impossible to invade with a large army.

He ran the whole kingdom at the comfort of his castle, occasionally sending soldiers to forcibly restore order. Although it was rare, he also on occasion showed himself, just to reignited the fear his people had for him.

He was someone who believed in ruling with fear and gaining respect through those means, instead of being admired. He deemed the latter a stain only the weak wore as a badge of honour. He believed a ruler was above his subjects, and that they were just chess pieces he could knock off the board as he pleased.

The King Of the Underworld