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

They arrived at the battlefield before anyone knew they were even gone. Kiro was envious a little bit towards his mount, his blink would take him a couple of steps, his reality warping wasn't quite strong enough either.

The hounds were busy covering up the dead as they were told to do. Some were making stretchers for the heavily wounded, Kiro looked around for a while.

He was looking for Achyls, the last he saw him was when he was almost at death's door. He hoped against all hopes that the kid didn't perish, he was too promising and too much of an asset for the future Hubris hopes to achieve.

"Oh by the way master, what can your new abilities do?" Hubris said breaking his master's concentration completely.

"Just simple things for now, I can change some properties on things. Like making liquid water ice or gas, I could temper with the temperature of this world and make it warmer or colder right now. I could make this ground a slippery mess of mud.

New Dawn, II