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

He tried to remember how it got to be like this but there was nothing he could recall. Absolutely nothing came to him.

"Ahhh, am I allowed to kill my own King? I've been tricked!!!"

He got out of bed faster and headed to the castle. Luckily he didn't have to walk too far as their housing was pretty close. They let him in at the gate.

Right away, he saw Kiro and Hubris on their way to the meeting hall. The guests hadn't met Belial yet, so they'd use him as an excuse of why they couldn't make it yesterday.

"Your highness!!!" He shouted when he reached them.

"Hush, your head will split even further if you make any noise. My poor advisor has been sick for the past 3 days, you should be in bed or something." Hubris commented, trying to convince himself.

'Huh? What is he talking about?' When he looked to his left, he saw the guests waiting to enter the hall with them.

"Ah, yes your highness, I feel a bit better today." He said catching on.

Guests From Afar, II