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 looked around and sure enough, the queen's body was splayed on the ground it hadn't shrivelled up, it was still a bit warm. He passively used vibrations to sense that.

None of it made sense. He'd understand if maybe half the time had passed, but none at all? It was very strange.

Then he remembered the feeling of jumping. It was absolutely horrendous, as if his body was being assembled and disassembled with the highest pain intolerance in the entire universe.

"Haha let's avoid jumping if we can."

He suddenly felt light headed, which made him take a sitting position. He could feel his energy had been sucked dry. He had a look of panic on his face when he realised he couldn't absorb the game's magic.

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