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 vaguely noticed so many question marks in places of mana. He reckoned it wasn't coded in the system to know some things. He smirked at the fact that, there were things he knew, the system didn't.

It wasn't all knowing after all. Back then, it was even able to tell what was on his mind, now he was perfectly capable of blocking it out. It couldn't penetrate his defenses at all. And most of all, that didn't seem to break the game, it didn't even seem to have noticed the anomaly.

"System, can I rename the things you've question marked?"

[Maybe the queen gave a few hits too many to the head guardian, there are no question marked items.]

The system had always been kind of useless he didn't readily expect for it to be suddenly useful. He was still half-expecting. He still double checked just to be sure he didn't imagine them. Sure enough, they were there.

The Warmth Beyond