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

"That's alright kid. I'm sure you don't even mean that. You're young, you still have so much to do. Are you sure you want me to have your head?"

"That..." He trailed off thinking, he didn't really want to be killed, who would willingly choose death? "If Sire spares me, I'll be the most loyal hound, to you and to the rightful King." He said proudly.

"Oh sure, even before this, I don't doubt that your loyalty was already reserved for Hubris."

The kid flinched at hearing the King's name bare, without a title.

"Well, Achyls, you're quite talented. I ought to make a squad, containing all of you, of course you'd be in the front lines, are you up for that?"

"I move with your command Sire." He blurted out, he didn't know whether to be scared or excited.

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