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

Kiro was glazing through the hounds like they were made of paper. He was busy dealing with the two in front of him, when one slipped in, coming out of nowhere. The hound managed to leave a scratch on his abdomen.

But he wouldn't live to tell the tale, that infuriated Kiro so much that he didn't hold back kicking him on the chest. He inhaled abruptly but died before he could exhale. Kiro had shuttered every bone in his body. The hound fell on the ground, making a weird 'plump' sound.

Kiro turned to the two with the same fury, as this kill was too quick and that didn't quite quench his thirst. He used whirlwind to bring them much closer as they attempted to flee.

Their limbs were slightly in the air, he walked between them, and buried both his hands in each of the chests, and ripped their hearts from their chests. They immediately fell to the ground. Crushing the hearts, he went on.

Causing damage to even the land in his path.

The Power Within