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

Everyone they passed on the streets had the same looks of skepticism, they knew very well who was walking with their King. As previously known as the Rebel city, they received the most punishments from the beings that walked in their city like they had no prior crimes.

But they trusted Hubris and Kiro, the two who went to battle for them, couldn't possibly collude with the Ichor Kingdom to resume the punishments. They'd probably make them pay for their past deeds instead.

Kile, Aenon's advisor, looked at the establishment with much contempt. It hadn't been renovated, so it was still the old, small dingy pub.

"This is part of its charm." Kiro commented with a wide smile, seeing the expression on his face.

At A Dingy Pub