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 ceremony was short and sweet, without any interruptions. Just like that, the city that was known as the Rebel City, the city that was looked down on by many, became the new capital of the Kingdom.

Many races applied to move there, it had become much bigger than any city in the Underworld so it could accommodate them. The many applicants causedll a mountain of paperwork to be done. Hubris shoved it all on Belial.

Belial reminded him that, although he could investigate and screen each and every applicant, he stamp of approval still needed to be signed off by the King.

With work being more than he could handle alone, Belial had already asked Hubris to allow his team to be part of his administration. Which he allowed, with a warning.

"If they betray us, you'll be in the hot seat."

The Power