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 listened attentively as the knowledge dwelled in his mind. They were flying around, in a very organised manner.

As abruptly as the light came it turned off. Leaving the world slightly darker, as everyone blinked their eyes to get used to the sudden shift of brightness.

It took them several minutes, where the light had been, stood two beings. A master holding his staff with his mount by his side. For a brief moment, everyone held their breaths at the seriousness of the moment.

"Ah, f*ck! I knew there'd be restrictions that came with this reality warping thing. So many stages to unlock, it is so unfair." Kiro complained as the last piece of the puzzle fell into place.

"Hahaha," Hubris laughed heartily. "Well of course you can't be too powerful, I'm the one who should be, to protect you."

Kiro looked at him and smiled, "you're still just a stubborn pup I have to protect to me, you always will be."

Great Carnage