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 arachnid that brought the armour had a weird expression, but he didn't cause a fuss. He apologised for his daughter's lack of ability. Which Kiro corrected him with, 'It's not your daughter, it's me.'

But the arachnid didn't have the courage to agree to that. Kiro was too strong in his opinion. He had used his ability to check just how strong, he was almost lost in his pool of strength. It was a dark, bottomless abyss that almost swallowed him whole.

He couldn't be measured. That's why he didn't want to be on his bad side. So with those words, he simply smiled at him like an idiot, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

A few hours passed and they were sat. The two throne chairs were occupied by the two with the most strength and influence amongst the groups.

Learning Kaos