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

"Oh, he's done it. The real work begins now Hubris." He whispered looking at him proudly.

He didn't need to hear him to know that. He understood very well the difficulties of trying to harness and subdue Kaos. It was fighting him more than it had fought against Kiro or the others.

It was as if, it were out to get him specifically. While Kiro just had his mental eaten, Hubris was also experiencing hallucinations. Making everything more real and harder to handle.

It knew his weaknesses as if it were a living supreme being and it used that to get his mind to collapse completely.

"I'll leave you because you have been a terrible mount Hubris. You have been dragging me down since we met. I've been trying to find an excuse to leave you behind forever." A hallucinated Kiro said.

The Power, II